God, he's wearing it again

Friends do the math for you. "

"I didn't expect you to be a little celestial master, but why didn't I know that there was such a person around Watson before." Feng Jiuluo's tone was somewhat doubtful.

Little Curly smiled sweetly, "I'm Huasheng's new friend," he deliberately emphasized the word friend, Feng Jiuluo raised his eyebrows and glanced at Lu Huasheng, Lu Huasheng's eyes dodged for a moment, Huang Jiao on the opposite side She was so charming that she didn't see anything unusual.

"Although I'm young, fortune-telling is amazing." Little Curly said proudly again.

"Oh? Then please ask Watson's new friend to count for my old friend," Feng Jiuluo also emphasized the word "friend", with a somewhat ambiguous tone.

80. A successful career (eighteen)

When Lu Huasheng came to find Feng Jiuluo again, the people in their company said that he had asked for leave, and that he would not be able to come for many days on sick leave. For such a vice president of a listed company, every second counts, and time is money.

He only found out about the hospital where Feng Jiuluo was after many inquiries. When he went there, he planned to ask his wife to make chicken soup or buy some fruit, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it. What is missing in his current position? Woolen cloth?

Lu Huasheng was also shocked when he saw Feng Jiuluo again. How could a person turn so pale in an instant, with no blood at all, and even the color of his lips almost disappeared. He was obviously full of vigor a while ago.

Feng Jiuluo was also surprised when he saw Lu Huasheng coming, but then he squeezed out a smile, extremely weak, maybe it was because of his illness that he lost his usual unruly look, and his brows and eyes became softer. many.

Lying alone in the light and shadow seemed a bit lonely.

"Why do you..." Lu Huasheng was so ill that he was going to ask this question, but he stopped when the words came to his lips.

Feng Jiuluo seemed to see what he was going to ask and chuckled, "I got sick for some reason, and the human body is not reinforced concrete, so how can there be no disease and no disaster, I guess it will be fine after lying down for a few days."

From Lu Huasheng's appearance, he could just lie down for a few days, "Has the doctor found out anything wrong?"

Feng Jiuluo shook his head, "Not yet, I've been tossing and tossing enough these days, and even said that it's a top hospital in China, but I didn't find out what the disease was." His tone was a bit dissatisfied.

Lu Huasheng looked around at the huge wards, except for some instruments, there was no sign of anyone visiting, "What about him, why didn't he come to visit you."

"He's busy with work so he doesn't have the time." Feng Jiuluo hooked his short hair behind his ears. In fact, he just did this action. As for whether he hooked his hair or not, only he knew.

"No, you are so sick that he doesn't come to see you?"

Lu Huasheng didn't know whether his mood at this time was surprise, excitement, injustice, a little joy, or sarcasm.

Feng Jiuluo lowered his head, with disappointment in his eyes, "After all, he is the president of a company, how could he follow me all the time, I understand, I understand."

"Actually, I, actually..." Lu Huasheng hesitated to speak. He was about to reach out his hand to comfort Feng Jiuluo, but he didn't.

Lu Huasheng actually wanted to humiliate him to his heart's content, but somehow his heart softened when he looked at him with his head down and his eyes looking lonely.

I remember a long, long time, so long that his memory was a little fuzzy, a little boy was like this with his head slumped and his face full of frustration, as if he was about to cry but arrogantly refused to let the tears flow down.

At that time, he only gave one candy and the other party grinned at him, but the snot was sticky on his face.

"Did you strike too hard?"

In the dark downstairs of the inpatient department of the hospital, Lu Huasheng looked reproachful.

"Am I serious?" The boy looked at him in disbelief, "You didn't ask me to punish him, why is it that my heart hurts now, why is there no more love for him?" The boy tilted his head and his eyes were ironic. But after all, she is young with the kind of cuteness between teenagers and youths.

"I'm not, I just told you not to hit so hard." Lu Huasheng lightly held his shoulders with both hands.

"In the end, I still can't go to your old lover, Lu Huasheng! You figure out who you are today because of, not me..." The boy shook off Lu Huasheng's hand holding his shoulder as if he was about to cry. But the next moment, the tears on the edge of the socket were wiped away by a hand.

Lu Huasheng looked at his pitiful appearance and pulled him into his arms, "That's not the case. I'm worried that if you attack too hard, it will affect you. Although I don't know much about this, let me The fact that people are sick should be detrimental to you."

The boy heard him say that he finally calmed down, nestled in his arms and no longer struggled, but tended to be buried deeper and deeper.

The two hugged for a while before they separated. The boy looked at him obsessively, "Don't worry, as long as it's good for you, it doesn't matter if it takes my life. Besides, Qu Qu's little tricks won't hurt me or anything."

"That's it."

"of course."

The boy stood on tiptoe and kissed Lu Huasheng's lips. Lu Huasheng was slightly surprised and kissed the back of his soft head.

"Brother, shall we get in the car?" After kissing for a while, the boy stroked Lu Huasheng's heart, and drew circles on it intentionally or unintentionally. Lu Huasheng looked at him with blinking eyes and a cute face, and hugged him up , into the car.

Feng Jiuluo let go of the hand that raised the curtain, lifted his slightly closed eyelids, turned around and saw the person coming and smiled.

"You will be a chef in a restaurant for a while, and a doctor in a hospital for a while. There are quite a lot of positions."

The beautiful young man propped up his glasses and wrote solemnly with the case in his hand, "May I ask if this patient has any discomfort at present?"

"No." Feng Jiuluo agreed.

"May I ask if this patient has symptoms such as shortness of breath, numbness in the heart, dizziness and vomiting?"

Feng Jiuluo: "No."

"That's right, let me listen." As he spoke, he sat down with a stethoscope, ready to listen to Feng Jiuluo's heart, but was pushed aside by Feng Jiuluo.

"Don't make trouble."

"This patient refuses to cooperate with the treatment. It seems that some abnormal measures are needed." He said and moved closer.

The two of them chattered for a while before they calmed down. Frost put down the stethoscope in his hands and his case book, sat beside Feng Jiuluo and said solemnly, "When I don't become the president in the future, I have to find another job, right? To support you, what you need to know is that men in this world do not deserve a spouse without a job."

"You're thinking in the long term." Feng Jiuluo looked at him with his hands folded on his chest.

"How about my exclusive patient, what do you want to eat tonight, I'll prepare it." Frost curled up one of her legs on the bed, and stepped on the other foot on the ground.

"Hot pot, I haven't eaten hot pot for a long time." Feng Jiuluo thought for a while.

"Speaking of hot pot, I suddenly remembered that a certain person went to eat hot pot by himself one day half a year ago, and he didn't bring me along." Frost suddenly thought of an important question.

Feng Jiuluo glanced at him, it was so long ago that he still remembered, "I just want to experience the feeling of eating hot pot alone, oh, go quickly, order a mandarin duck pot bottom." He urged.

When Chu Han came over with a big push of fruit, he was dumbfounded. After all, how could someone eat a small hot pot in the hospital, but it was the bottom of the mandarin duck pot.

And our protagonist has nothing to do with the patient except that he looks like a patient at this time. He has a good appetite.

"Brother, are you really sick?" He couldn't help asking.

Feng Jiuluo spread his hands, "Eat well to recuperate mentally."

Chu Han twitched his lips suspiciously, "Is that so."

Later, not only Chu Han came, but Sun Mingwei and Lu Xiaoxiao also came, some were holding flowers, some brought things, Frost was very upset.

"You guys came here smelling the hot pot smell."

Feng Jiuluo smiled, "Han Shuang, go to the hospital cafeteria and bring some chopsticks."

"Why don't we do it ourselves, how dare we bother him." Lu Xiaoxiao got up from the stool next to her and said.

Hanshuang glanced at him with a bad expression, "Why didn't you say you didn't want to eat it?"

Lu Xiaoxiao said, "But I still want to eat it. It's just right to eat hot pot in such a cold day."

That being said, Frost still took the chopsticks under Feng Jiuluo's gaze and gave them to them.

"How embarrassing, please trouble a dignified president to give me chopsticks in person." Sun Mingwei was "flattered".

The corner of Hanshuang's mouth curled into a half-smile, "I think you're quite embarrassed."

Sun Mingwei smiled. In fact, they have been used to Frost's obedient appearance in front of Feng Jiuluo over the years, and they are also happy to use this opportunity to "exploit" him. Who made them endure him like a cold storm? oppressed for so many years.

Now they can only "submissively" in front of someone, and look at it to relieve their anger. Although they will be severely squeezed in the business war later, they still enjoy the matter of "timely gratification" and even feel very good. of.

The few people here enjoyed supper together, and the Huang's family was also quite lively.

Lu Huasheng actually brought Cheng Xing, the little boy, and Huang Jiaojiao to Huang's house. Lu Huasheng looked very happy from left to right.

"Who's this?" Mama Huang brought a bowl of chicken soup to the table and pointed to the boy next to her and asked.

Lu Huasheng didn't blush, and said without heartbeat, "Oh, this is the boy I sponsored, and now he is my godbrother. He is an orphan and there is no one at home, so I brought him here. You should