It's too hard for a green tea man to match him

Yu Qiu felt no sensation in his legs.

He didn't know how effective Shen Mingdeng's massage was, but seeing the man's familiar techniques and the masseur's satisfied expression, it should be good.

Perhaps the sun was too warm, and Yu Qiu was drowsy.

When it was just him and the masseur before, he didn't dare to fall asleep easily, but now that Shen Mingdeng was there, he didn't feel uneasy or defensive at all.

He lay on the massage table and gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Shen Mingdeng raised his head, the soft golden sun shone on the young man's body, his skin was translucently white, like a deep, elegant and white jade sculpture.

He had never known Yu Qiu before.

After the accident, because of the relationship between the two families, he took the initiative to protect the young man, and because of this, he knew a lot of things and got to know Yu Qiu better.

His classmates saw him as aloof, and insiders saw him as flamboyant, but he had a gentle personality in the Shen family.

Shen Mingdeng, the former little mustard, had long forgotten that his only impression of Yu Qiu was that he was quiet and docile, good at pleasing others.

But after reading his deeds after entering the entertainment industry, I found that this person is not as soft as he appears on the surface, he has a sharp side, not derogatory sharp, but to stick to the bottom line and resist the toughness of the outside world.

Such a person is less vulnerable and will not be easily defeated.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, he took the thin blanket from the sofa, gently covered the young man, and continued to massage his legs.

After it was over, Yu Qiu still didn't wake up.

The masseuse walked a long distance, smiled and said, "Mr. Shen's technique is very sophisticated, and there is nothing wrong with it."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shen's kindness is rare." The masseuse smiled and said again, "I came to give Mr. Yu a massage before, but Mr. Yu has never fallen asleep."

After Yu Qiu was injured, his vitality was severely injured, and his body had not yet fully recovered. He often felt sleepy during the day, especially during massages. How could he lie there without feeling sleepy?

But he was very wary and dared not sleep.

Shen Mingdeng's heart was slightly astringent, like ripples, and soon dissipated.

He turned to look at Yu Qiu, his eyes were calm and distant.

As the days went west, Yu Qiu woke up suddenly. Looking at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

How did he sleep for so long?It's outrageous!

The thin blanket on his body slipped off, and he stretched out his hands to wrap it around his body. His confused eyes gradually cleared up, and he subconsciously glanced at the entrance. Shen Mingdeng's shoes were still there, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No, why should he breathe a sigh of relief?

Throwing away the thoughts that shouldn't exist, Yu Qiu looked around the living room, but he didn't see the figure of the man. He didn't want to take the initiative to call out and act too dependent, so he sat in the wheelchair by himself, walked around a few times, and saw that the kitchen door was tightly closed. close.

Shen Mingdeng in the kitchen?

He controlled the wheelchair to drive over, and the wheelchair walked across the smooth marble floor without making any sound.

There is the sound of running water in the kitchen.

Yu Qiu reached out and tapped.

The door opened quickly, and the man was still wearing the suit he had brought in this afternoon, standing comfortably in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his smooth forearms.

Yu Qiu smelled the aroma of the kitchen: "What are you doing?"

"Are you hungry?" the man asked.

"You haven't answered me yet," Yu Qiu frowned, "Why are you cooking at my house?"

Shen Mingdeng's expression remained unchanged, "The next door is out of breath, and I didn't want to wake you up, so I didn't tell you."

Yu Qiu: "..."

He doesn't believe a word!

However, Shen Mingdeng actually knows how to cook?I heard from Si Ting that Shen Mingdeng should only know how to scribble.

His curiosity was provoked again, "I'm a little hungry."

"It's almost ready." Shen Mingdeng replied, and returned to the cooking table.

How does Yu Qiu feel awkward? Is the relationship between them so close?

It's massage and cooking, and the dignified Mr. Shen can still attend two training classes?

It can only be said to be a master of time management.

When the food came to the table, it was all Yu Qiu's favorite dishes. He picked a piece delicately and chewed it in his mouth.

It's okay, it looks like a novice at first glance, it can't compare to my increasingly sophisticated cooking skills, I can barely get it in the mouth, and I have to practice more.

Yu Qiu gave him some noodles, "Very good."

His perfunctory tone was too obvious, and he didn't even want to play it.

Shen Mingdeng: "..."

"Why do you waste your time learning massage?" Yu Qiu asked abruptly.

"It's not a waste of time," Shen Mingdeng said calmly, "You don't need to overwhelm yourself with too many skills."

Yu Qiu: ...

"Cooking too?"

"Ah."

Yu Qiu didn't understand him, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He didn't think about ambiguity at all, because it was absolutely impossible.

I didn't like it when it was not abandoned, but now that everyone is abandoned, and Shen Mingdeng is not blind, how is it possible?

Probably just a rich man's hobby.

Or, the main messenger behind it was Aunt Xiang, and Shen Mingdeng had to do it.

The two of them were neighbors in such a flat and awkward way, and Shen Mingdeng visited more and more frequently.

He didn't even just massage Yu Qiu's legs.

Yu Qiu sits in front of the embroidered tent for a long time every day. He can't exercise now, and his shoulders, neck and back often feel uncomfortable.

The two gradually got used to this way of getting along.

Yu Qiu was too lazy to listen to the doorbell to open the door every time, so he gave him a spare key directly.

But Mr. Shen is Mr. Shen after all. When encountering important transnational cooperation projects, he often flies around on business trips, and there are always times when he can't take care of them.

On this day, Shen Mingdeng was in country R. He had just negotiated a cooperation case and was on his way back to the hotel when he suddenly received a call from the masseuse.

"Mr. Shen, I have pressed the doorbell for a long time, but Mr. Yu has not opened the door, and no one answered his phone. I am worried that he will be inconvenient?"

"Inconvenience" is minor, the masseuse dare not say unlucky words, she is really worried that Yu Qiu will easily have accidents alone!

Shen Mingdeng's heart stabbed suddenly, but his tone remained calm: "Understood, thank you for letting me know, I will send someone to deal with it, can you wait for a while?"

Miffy next to him was a little surprised.

After following Boss Shen for so many years, not to mention the roundworm in his stomach, at least he can hear that Boss Shen is a little flustered now.

Shen Mingdeng hung up the phone and dialed a number.

"Shen! Are you here to announce the good news?" Wen Ce's exaggerated voice came from the receiver, "Successful so soon?"

"Are you in the company?"

"Yes."

Shen Mingdeng squeezed the phone tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Do me a favor."

"Okay, tell me." Hearing his seriousness, Wen Ce also became serious.

"There is a bunch of keys in the first drawer on the left side of my desk. Take the keys and go to a place. I will send you the address later. Something may happen to the person living there, so hurry up."

Wen Ce understood the seriousness of the matter, and immediately walked to Shen Mingdeng's office, "I see, I will call you back then."

He was Shen Mingdeng's partner, and he had heard a little about Shen Mingdeng's private affairs, so he probably guessed who was involved.

He had never met Yu Qiu before, and he and Yu Qiu were strangers, but even strangers couldn't help but worry when they heard news of possible accidents.

Not to mention Shen Mingdeng as a "relative".

He could hear the eagerness in Shen's words.

Wen Ce's mobility is quite strong, he took the key, and according to the address given by Shen Mingdeng, he arrived at Yu's villa very quickly.

The masseur in front of the villa was anxiously calling Yu Qiu's cell phone.

Wen Ce didn't have time to talk to her, so he opened the door with the key, and the two hurried into the room.

The living room was quiet, no one was there.

"Go upstairs to the bedroom." The masseur went upstairs decisively.

Wen Ce followed closely behind.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, and the masseur hurriedly opened the door, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the young man lying quietly on the bed.

But when he got close to the bed, he raised his breath again.

Yu Qiu's state is wrong!

His face was flushed, and the masseur couldn't help but reach out to touch his forehead without responding to his calls.

So hot!

"Send it to the hospital!"

Wen Ce happened to drive here, and the three of them went to the nearest hospital together.

The doctor took the temperature and found a high fever of nearly 39 degrees. If it was not discovered in time, the consequences would be disastrous.

Even the masseuse is a little scared.

Wen Ce called Shen Mingdeng back and briefly explained the situation. Shen Mingdeng immediately said, "I'll go back right away."

"The infusion is already underway, so don't worry." Wen Ce comforted him.

Shen Mingdeng rejected the partner's dinner invitation, booked the nearest flight, and rushed back to Huajing at nine o'clock in the evening.

Both Xiang Yan and Shen Yingshan came.

They had given Yu Qiu the most personal space before, but they had been silently caring about Yu Qiu's condition. This time, the high fever was dangerous, and Queen Xiang Yan's eyes were red with fear.

"Xiaoqiu can't continue to live alone, I'm worried." She said, "If the masseur didn't find out in time this time, I'm really afraid of him..."

Shen Yingshan sighed: "But he doesn't want to, and we can't force him."

"When he wakes up, I'll persuade him." Xiang Yan didn't want to be afraid after going through it again.

Yu Qiu woke up, looking at the white ceiling and the infusion needle in his hand, he almost thought he was back when the accident happened.

"Xiaoqiu, you're awake. Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?" Xiang Yan stayed by the bed the whole time, seeing him open his eyes, he immediately asked with concern.

Yu Qiu felt smoke coming from his throat, so he nodded.

The straw touched the corner of his lips, he drank a few sips, his throat improved a lot, but his speech was still a little hoarse: "Thank you, Aunt Xiang, what's wrong with me?"

Xiang Yan told him the matter, emphatically emphasizing the danger of the matter, and finally persuaded him to move back and live together.

It turned out to be a fever, Yu Qiu thought.

It may be that he was a little tired after taking a bath last night, and he failed to support the wheelchair, but fell to the ground. The bathroom was wet and slippery, and the ground was a little icy. It took him a lot of work to get into the wheelchair, and he probably fell to the ground at that time cold.

He knew it was dangerous, but he still didn't want to live with others.

Xiang Yan took a detour: "Ming Deng lives next door to you now, how about this, he visits you every night before going to bed, and you have breakfast together every morning, okay?"

In this way, once Yu Qiu's condition is not good, he can be aware of it in time.

"If he's on a business trip, I'll make regular video calls of you every morning and evening, how about it?"

Yu Qiu: "..."

Since he really scared them this time, he nodded in response.

After the fever subsided, Yu Qiu thanked the masseur and Wen Ce and prepared to be discharged from the hospital.

He looked around the ward and asked, "Where's the wheelchair?"

Shen Mingdeng stepped forward and picked him up, "I didn't bring him here."

Yu Qiu was used to being hugged by him, without any psychological burden, but the hugging posture was different from before.

I used to hug vertically before, but this time I hugged horizontally.

He wrapped his arms around Shen Mingdeng's neck, leaned his still drowsy head on his shoulder, half-closed his eyes, and stared at the man's tight jaw.

Although Shen Mingdeng never showed any expression, Yu Qiu vaguely sensed that he should not be in a very good mood now.

But I can understand that it would not be pleasant for anyone to come back halfway from a business trip.

What's more, Aunt Xiang added a daily check-in task for him.

Yu Qiu felt a little sympathetic to him, leaned into his ear, and said softly, "This time it was an accident, you don't have to come here every morning and evening."

Shen Mingdeng paused, looked down at him, his eyes darkened: "You don't want me to go there?"

"I……"

"This is a mission," Shen Mingdeng interrupted him, and said calmly, "Since I agreed, I won't break my promise."

Yu Qiu closed his eyes and remained silent.

So the previous soup delivery and massage were really just tasks, right?

Sure enough, he guessed right.