Mr. He, please respect yourself

After hastily finishing lunch in the dining hall, Song Zicheng returned to the reception job.

He Chumo and Lin Qiao probably left school during his meal, and they didn't see He Chumo's car all afternoon.

Song Zicheng said to himself, this is also good, lest these two people appear in front of him and block his eyes.

Tired all day and rejected Liu Weizhuo's invitation to have dinner, Song Zicheng returned to He Chumo's villa exhausted physically and mentally.

The villa was pitch black, He Chumo hadn't come back yet, Song Zicheng was lying on the sofa, sleepy and tired, and didn't want to move.

After lying down for about ten minutes, his stomach started to growl loudly. Song Zicheng looked at the time and found that it was past eight o'clock. His stomach would not be able to take it anymore without eating, so he struggled to get up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen.

There are dishes made by my aunt in the pot, steamed fish head with noodles, boiled shrimp, and a plate of spicy stir-fried vegetables.

He doesn't like to eat fish, he can't eat seafood, and his throat is burning after a day of exhaustion. Song Zicheng looked at the three dishes in front of him helplessly, and took out his phone to order a takeaway.

But this community does not allow outsiders to come in, and to get takeout, you have to walk to the security booth, and it takes about ten minutes to walk back and forth. Thinking of the distance, Song Zicheng decisively put away his phone.

He rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to look for food, but there were only a few bottles of water and a few packets of seasonings in the refrigerator. Looking at the rice box, it was empty, not even a packet of instant noodles. Song Zicheng lamented in his heart.

Aunt Li, tell me about the lack of food expenses, so what if I tell He Chumo for you?

Song Zicheng searched for a while, the kitchen was clean, and there was nothing to eat, so he felt a little frustrated, so he stuffed a piece of fish into his mouth, because it had cooled down, the smell of fish was very strong, which made his mouth feel greasy. My stomach suddenly turned up and felt uncomfortable, and I quickly vomited it out.

There was a fishy smell in his mouth, and Song Zicheng rinsed it with water several times before diluting it. The fish could not be eaten anymore, so he simply dropped his chopsticks and stopped eating.

Tired and hungry, Song Zicheng didn't have the strength to toss about anymore, so he dragged his exhausted body back to the room, took a quick shower, fell asleep before drying his head.

midnight.

Song Zicheng was dizzy, his brain seemed to be stuffed with paste, his mouth felt parched, and his whole body was weak and uncomfortable, especially his stomach, which was throbbing so painfully that he felt nauseous.

He swallowed, a sharp pain in his throat, and the smell of blood, which made him frown tightly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

There should still be stomach medicine in the drawer.

He struggled to get up and rummaged for a while, but there was only the last one left. Song Zicheng was a little helpless, but it was better than nothing. There was no water in the room. He suppressed the growing pain in his stomach and moved out of the room step by step.

The outside of the house was extremely dark, and there was occasional rustling of leaves in the wind. I didn't know what time it was, but there was a small light in the living room. Song Zicheng remembered that before he went back to sleep, the hall was brightly lit, and he didn't turn off the light.

That means He Chumo has returned.

But Song Zicheng couldn't care about these things, the pain in his stomach got worse with his movements, and when he walked to the dining table, the pain was so unbearable that he curled up on the ground, covering his stomach tightly with his hands Beads of sweat dripped on the floor, and in the quiet living room, Song Zicheng could clearly hear his heavy breathing and the ticking of sweat dripping on the floor.

Nausea, nausea, extremely uncomfortable.

A few steps away from the kitchen, Song Zicheng took a break, struggling to stand up with the dining chair in front of him, but when he got up, his hand was unstable, and he fell backwards in a panic. Watching him fall, he swung wildly, accidentally overturning the chair to the ground.

Song Zicheng was directly overwhelmed by the chair and fell hard to the ground.

The chair was not light, and it hit his calf, and the pain hit him immediately, and it was more than that. When he was hit, he straightened his foot out of instinct, and the little toe of his right foot kicked hard on the pillar of the dining table. .

Song Zicheng trembled, his whole body trembled, the pain made his gums vibrate, and tears came out. He wanted to move the chair and feel for the bleeding from his little toe, but when he moved, his stomach hurt, so he simply sat on the chair. The posture of being hit on the body did not move.

His aunt's!It hurt him to death.

"Song Zicheng, what are you doing?"

Song Zicheng was gritting his teeth and holding back, when He Chumo suddenly appeared and walked to his side.Song Zicheng watched President He squat down, helped up the dining chair that fell on his feet, and then stared at his own face, probably to see what he was up to without sleeping in the middle of the night.

Song Zicheng endured a wave of pain, and when he heard He Chumo's voice, he remembered what happened at noon, and felt bored and unhappy, but at this moment he was powerless, it was really uncomfortable, and he didn't care whether he was angry or not, hoarse Out loud, "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

He Chumo took a step forward, trying to help Song Zicheng up, but the faces of the people on the ground were as pale as paper, their lips were as dry as dried radish skins, and their pajamas were covered with cold sweat, like half-dead fish, standing on the bank of the river. I can't breathe.

He Chumo didn't dare to move him. Seeing his uncomfortable face, he clutched his stomach tightly, and didn't care so much. He bent down and hugged the person on the ground.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?"

Song Zicheng was so painful that he almost passed out. Even though he knew that he was being picked up by He Chumo, he didn't even want to move his fingers now. There was no small excitement and ripples in his heart. He curled up like a shrimp, dumb He opened his mouth: "Medicine..."

He Chumo heard itchy ears, carefully put him on the sofa, and moved closer, "Are you talking about medicine? Where is it?"

"house......"

He Chumo only heard one syllable, and even guessed that it should be in Song Zicheng's room, so he ran to get it quickly, pushed open the door, and there were scattered items in the room, an empty cup and a box that had been opened on the table. medicine box.

He Chumo took a quick glance at the words on the medicine box, it was stomach medicine, but it was poured out, and when he saw the last one left, he couldn't help frowning slightly, not daring to delay, took the medicine out of the room, and poured it out again. After drinking a glass of water, he walked back to Song Zicheng, "Is it stomach medicine?"

"Hmm..." Song Zicheng squinted his eyes halfway, saw the pills and water in He Chumo's hand, supported himself, moved his mouth closer, and wanted to eat.

He Chumo was taken aback for a moment, Song Zicheng obviously wanted to feed him by himself, but the two of them had never been so intimate before, especially when Song Zicheng's lips touched his palm, He Chumo was like being shocked by electricity.

Numb, it feels weird.