President Qi, I don't despise you

更新时间：2019-09-0318:00:25

Seeing him like this, Qi Muye didn't refuse any more. He pressed his stomach with one hand and supported the table with the other to get up, but the pain in his stomach spread like radiation, and he was about to fall down in an instant.

Shen Yan supported him in time, without giving him a chance to react, he wrapped his arms around his shoulders and wrapped his arms around his legs, and then he picked him up and walked towards the lounge, kicked the door open, put him gently on the bed, and took off. He took off his shoes, and pulled off the quilt on one side to cover him.

Qi Muye vacated before he could react, and only saw a slightly tight chin, and when he raised his head again, he met the young man's worried eyes.

At the same time, he noticed the bloodshot eyes and dark blue eye sockets, and frowned involuntarily.

Seeing his frown, Shen Yan immediately went up and asked, "What's the matter? It still hurts badly?"

"You didn't sleep well?"

The low voice couldn't hide the concern.

"Oh, a friend from out of town has something urgent and went to bed late yesterday. I'll make up for it as soon as I sleep."

Shen Yan said indifferently that when he was handling cases before, sometimes he couldn't sleep for a few hours even for a week.

"If you're tired, go home and rest."

"President Qi, it's you who should rest."

Shen Yan sat on the edge of the bed and laughed, this man was so painful that he couldn't even stand up and let him go home to sleep.

"I'm fine, just lie down for a while."

His face turned pale from the pain, and his hand was still pressing on his upper abdomen. No matter how he heard this, it was not convincing.

"As long as you are fine, the hospital can be closed. Is it serious? Do you still have to work overtime today?"

Shen Yan sat on the side of the bed carelessly and asked him.

"If the shooting goes well, it shouldn't be necessary."

Shen Yan looked at his still wet shirt and slapped his forehead, then hurriedly went to the nearby cabinet and took out a shirt of the same color that was hanging there.

"President Qi, change your clothes, wet clothes are easy to catch cold."

Shen Yan stepped forward to help him up.

Qi Muye probably felt uncomfortable in wet clothes, so he raised his hand to unbutton the clothes, and wanted to get up to take off the clothes, but he had no strength. Shen Yan quickly grabbed his shoulders and took off his clothes, and then quickly gave the new shirt to him. He puts on.

But when he was buttoning up the button, he saw a scar on his stomach, which seemed to be left by the operation, and the color was a little faded, it must have been a few years, and suddenly felt a little blocked.

"what happened?"

Seeing the young man frowning, Qi Muye couldn't help asking.

"President Qi, you have to take care of your body, by the way, breakfast."

Just as Shen Yan wanted to persuade him to take care of his body, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten breakfast, so he went back to the desk like the wind to bring the breakfast.

"Mr. Qi, drink some porridge, from the one from last time."

Shen Yan touched the porridge, the temperature was just right.

Qi Muye didn't have much appetite at first, but the young man's eyes were too expectant, and he took it without saying anything, and took a spoonful of it, it really tasted like last time.

"Boss Qi still has some sugar-free milk, which I overheated. Would you like to drink less?"

Qi Muye looked at the milk that he had to change from coffee every day to reappear in front of him, the corner of his mouth slightly twitched, he put down the porridge and brought the milk over.

After all, Qi Muye didn't eat much, he only drank half a bowl of porridge and half a cup of milk and then shook his head. Seeing his previous illness, Shen Yan had lingering fears, and was afraid that eating too much would be bad, so he didn't persuade him any more.

"Mr. Qi, you really save food too much."

Shen Yan couldn't help sighing when he saw the bit of cat food he ate.

"It's good to feed."

There was a hint of a smile on Qi Muye's pale face, and he even answered him.