After becoming the personal model of the boss

The next ward.

Zhou Shangan went to see Zhang Tutu after lunch.

Zhang Tutu's injuries were heavier than his. He just woke up and couldn't eat yet.

A few days passed like this, and on this day, Zhou Shangan returned to the ward after visiting Zhang Tutu.

When Zhang Tutu recovered from his injury, they will return to the army.

Zhou Shang'an lowered his head and sat beside the hospital bed, his calves were hanging beside the bed, swaying slowly.

He Zhou happened to see this scene when he came back.

"Don't you want to rest for a while?" He Zhou asked as soon as he walked in.

Zhou Shangan raised his head upon hearing the words, looked at He Zhouyi, he shook his head, then lowered his head again, and whispered: "No need..."

He Zhouyi put the bag in his hand on the table, and asked softly, "I bought some fruit, would you like some?"

He Zhou could tell that Zhou Shangan was in a bad mood.

Since meeting He Xiancheng, Zhou Shang'an has been depressed, a little depressed, and doesn't talk much during this period of time.

Zhou Shang'an looked up at the bag on the table, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, but he didn't speak.

He Zhouyi smiled helplessly, sighed, and sat down beside Zhou Shangan's bed.

He took out an apple from the bag, took the knife from the cabinet, and began to peel it silently.

Zhou Shangan watched the regular and neat apple peel grow longer and longer, and finally, the whole root suddenly broke off, and Zhou Shangan's heart also thumped for no reason.His eyes widened slightly, and he looked up at He Zhouyi.

He Zhouyi also happened to look at him, smiled lightly, and stated: "It's broken."

Zhou Shangan's eyes trembled, he lowered his eyes, and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

He Zhouyi finished peeling the remaining apple, put the knife on the table, and handed the apple to Zhou Shangan, "Here."

Zhou Shangan took it, and said in a low voice, "Thank you Brother Zhou."

He was holding the apple, when He Zhouyi suddenly reached out and rubbed Zhou Shangan's head.

Zhou Shangan froze for a moment, raised his head, and looked at He Zhouyi in surprise.

The teenager's stubble was longer and softer than it looked.

He Zhou smiled, silently withdrew his hand, and said nothing.

Doubt flashed across Zhou Shang'an's face.

He Zhou pointed to the apple in his hand and said, "Eat it."

Zhou Shangan blinked, but finally nodded without asking anything.

During this period of time, his mind was full of He Xiancheng's affairs.

Although he repeatedly restrained himself not to think about it.

The door of the ward was closed, only a transparent partition in the middle of the door, from which the scene inside and outside could be seen.

He Xiancheng looked at the scene in the ward, raised his hand and dropped it again.

He was wearing a hospital gown, and his tall figure seemed a little lonely in the corridor for a while.

He Xiancheng withdrew his hand, staring at Zhou Shangan's profile in the ward.

Zhou Shang'an smiled at He Zhou, and he took the apple that He Zhou had peeled, with a cute demeanor.

He thought, when the boy who once smiled at him like this would never treat him like this again, He Xiancheng couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.

He lowered his eyes, his pupils trembled slightly, and let out a breath slowly.

Behind him, someone suddenly asked, "Is it patient No. 26?"

The nurse who was about to change He Xiancheng's dressing saw He Xiancheng standing silently at the door of the ward, stepped forward, and asked in confusion: "What are you doing here? He Xiancheng was stunned for a moment, staring at Zhou Shang'an in the ward, a little lost in thought.

Only then did he suddenly come back to his senses, looked at the nurse at the side, smiled, and said politely: "It's nothing, I'm going out for a stroll."

The nurse frowned, "You're not in good health yet..."

Just as he was about to say something, He Xiancheng said softly, "Do you want to change the medicine?"

He Xiancheng smiled, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After finishing speaking, He Xiancheng turned around and walked towards the ward.

The nurse frowned, with a puzzled look on her face, and followed.

Zhou Shang'an heard movement at the door, and when he looked up, there was only the figure of the nurse passing by in a hurry.

—In an instant, he thought he was dazzled, as if he saw He Xiancheng.

He Zhou said, "I'm going back in two days."

Zhou Shangan let out a "huh".

He Zhouyi suddenly said: "Shang'an, you should be happier."

Zhou Shangan was taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't understand why He Zhouyi said that suddenly.

He Zhouyi didn't explain, but instead said: "I'm going back today, and I'll come back to pick you up tomorrow."

"Go back?" Zhou Shangan was stunned.

He Zhouyi said "hmm", "I've been down for too long, I'm not a wounded person, I should go back and make a report."

Only then did Zhou Shang'an nod his head.

As soon as He Zhou stood up, he said with a smile, "Have a good rest."

In the afternoon, He Zhouyi delivered Zhou Shangan's meal and left.

Ann had finished dinner last week, was clearing the table, and when she was taking tissues from the drawer, she suddenly saw a kraft paper envelope.

He made a move.

A few words were written on the letter - "Received on the week".

Zhou Shang'an was stunned for a moment, and after a moment's pause, he still stretched out his hand, frowning slightly, and picked up the letter suspiciously.

He hadn't seen the letter in the drawer before.

The handwriting of the letter looked familiar, so Zhou Shangan read the signature directly.

He froze for a moment, it was written by He Xiancheng, and the date was more than two months ago.

A few words, probably just want to have a good talk with him.

The letter was very thick, and there were two pages at the bottom.

Zhou Shangan took out the remaining paper suspiciously.

In black and white, there is the investigation report of Zhou Chuxiong's company and the items that should be rectified.

Zhou Shang'an paused, his heart beat a few times faster, and he quickly turned to the next few pages.

is a contract.

An accident happened to the company, and when Zhou Shangan resigned to join the army, he handed over the company to Uncle Li to manage it on his behalf.

As for whether Gao Yu would help him, Zhou Shang'an had no idea, and faced with the company's dire situation, he had no power to recover.

And the document in his hand is He Xiansheng's shareholding contract.

He Xiansheng entered Zhou Chuxiong's company with a sum of funds that the company was in urgent need of.

Zhou Anxin paused for a while, and he got up quickly.

In He Xianjing's ward.

Zhou Shang'an's eyes were slightly red, and he threw the few pages of paper on He Xiancheng's hospital bed.

He Xiancheng was sleeping on the bed when the door of the ward was suddenly pushed open, and then he saw Zhou Shangan walking in hurriedly.

"What do you mean?" Zhou Shang'an's eyes were slightly red, he clenched the hand hanging by his side, and stared at He Xiancheng.

He was a little angry, and this kind of anger was even a little unreasonable and inexplicable.

Some of the bandages on He Xiancheng's hands have been removed, but the slender and beautiful hands before are now full of shocking scars.

He Xiancheng frowned slightly, he got up, leaned against the head of the bed, picked up the papers that Zhou Shangan randomly scattered on the bed, and looked at them one by one.

Zhou Shang'an looked at the injury on He Xiancheng's hand, he remembered what he had heard before, that He Xiancheng might not be able to paint again in the future, and the nameless anger in his heart ignited even more.

Zhou Shang'an said loudly: "Speak up!"

His chest heaved violently with anger, his eyes were moist, and his lower lip had already been bitten white by him.

He Xiancheng folded the paper, sighed, looked at Zhou Shangan, said nothing, only said: "Shangan..."

Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng, slightly startled.

After a while, he said: "Why are you doing this? You listen to me...we don't bother anyone, can't we?"

Zhou Shang'an's voice was hoarse, He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shang'an firmly, and interrupted: "Shang'an, I can't do it."

Zhou Shangan had a sore nose, "Why do you want to..."

Appearing again and again, when he was about to give up again and again, He Xiancheng would appear forcefully in his life again.

He Xiancheng could bear the harm he did to him.

But what he couldn't stand the most was He Xiancheng's kindness to him.

He clearly knows that this person is He Xiancheng, and if he is given a little favor, he will be moved, addicted, and unable to extricate himself.

He Xiancheng is too much, Zhou Shang'an thought, he looked at He Xiancheng, his vision was a bit blurred, He Xiancheng is really too cruel.

Like a wound that is scabbing being immersed in warm spring water again and again, the water is warm, but the way is extremely painful.

Zhou Shang'an would not let him go so easily, but He Xiancheng would appear in his life again and again so that he could not forget it.

"...Why did you invest money in? Did I ask you to help me?" Zhou Shangan looked at He Xiancheng, his voice hoarse and choked.

He owed He Xiancheng a lot, and he couldn't clear it up.

"Why did you come here?" Zhou Shangan stared at He Xiancheng's hand, even though his vision was blurred, the injury on He Xiancheng's hand was still clearly visible. "Why did you save me..." Zhou Shang'an's tears overflowed his eyes uncontrollably.

He Xiancheng was stunned for a moment, he got up in a panic, stepped forward, and stood in front of Zhou Shangan, he looked at Zhou Shangan's face, and said in a trembling voice: "Shangan."

With a crying voice, Zhou Shangan choked up and said, "Why do you want to do this...you answer me..."

He just wanted to clear up the relationship with He Xiancheng, but now it's getting worse and more chaotic, he and He Xiancheng are entangled in a tangle, and no one can get out.

He Xiancheng looked at Zhou Shangan with unprecedented pain in his heart, and he hugged Zhou Shangan violently.

He Xiancheng leaned over slightly, resting his chin on the top of Zhou Shangan's head.

Zhou Shang'an struggled a few times, then stopped, and a low cry came from He Xiancheng's chest.

He had been lusting after this hug for so long that when he finally touched Zhou Shang'an, He Xiancheng didn't dare to use too much force, he was afraid that the person in his arms would be strangled.

He Xiancheng's chin lightly rubbed against the top of Zhou Shangan's head, "Shangan, it's my fault..."

"I'm sorry."

Zhou Shang'an didn't speak, and for a while, there was only the sound of suppressed sobbing in the room.

When Zhou Shangan stopped, He Xiancheng's front was already wet.

He Xiancheng pulled the tissue on the bedside and wiped Zhou Shangan's face.

Zhou Shangan took the tissue and avoided He Xiancheng's hand.

Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng's hand, which was close at hand. Most of the scars were covered with scabs. There were frostbite, scratches, and wounds wrapped in gauze with needlework.

He Xiancheng paused, retracted his hand, and smiled embarrassingly, "Scary, right?"

Zhou Shang'an was taken aback for a moment, he frowned, looked at He Xiancheng, wanted to refute, opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After a while, He Xiancheng stretched out his hand suddenly, and Zhou Shangan stepped back abruptly.

He Xiancheng paused, pointed to the chair behind him, and said: "I didn't want to touch you, there is a chair, let's sit down and talk. Zhou Shangan Wenyan looked at the seat next to him, and was stunned for a while.

He Xiancheng said: "Sit down."

Zhou Shangan didn't move, he looked at He Xiancheng and said, "The money...I will return it to you."