Kuai Chuan: After I escaped from a terminal illness

Zhou Jing whispered: "It's too much, this time."

Wen Youhe was also frowning, and a little helpless: "I really don't know what he is anxious about."

When Yu Tang's symptoms stabilized, it would be almost dawn.

Wen Youhe came out and saw his boss sitting in the small living room on the second floor, filled with the smell of cigarettes.

Seeing Wen Youhe come out, Zhan Yi choked out his cigarette, and put his arms casually on the sofa.

Zhan Yi was only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. He raised his arms, the muscles of his shoulder blades were tensed, and his chest and abdominal muscles were unreservedly exposed.

Zhan Yi pointed at the back of the sofa a few times: "How is he?"

Zhan Yi is used to being casual, and often walks around the house in a pair of shorts.

Wen Youhe usually likes to admire Zhan Yi's abdominal muscles, as well as this narrow and strong male dog waist.

But at the moment, I don't feel angry when I look at it.

Wen Youhe snorted lightly: "It's hard to breathe, and Zhou Jing can't help it."

Zhan Yi's eyes sank, and he was about to stand up: "Send it to the hospital."

Wen Youhe frowned, and for a moment forgot that this person was her boss: "You still know how to be anxious. If this is the case, why hurt him?"

Zhan Yi looked at Wen Youhe for a few seconds, then his voice became a little lazy, and he said casually, "It's him who needs to clean up."

Wen Youhe: "You... You are such a big person, what do you care about with him as a child?"

When Zhan Yi heard "difficulty breathing" just now, his heart really sank.

But he knew Wen Youhe.

When Wen Youhe came over, the hospital's car must have been waiting in the parking lot.

If something really happened to Yu Tang, Wen Youhe would have sent him away long ago.

Wen Youhe: "He said he wanted to go home, maybe because he missed his orphanage, I'll take him back tomorrow to have a look..."

"No."

Wen Youhe ground his teeth: "Just to see."

Zhan Yi clicked off the sofa: "No, he owes me money, and he will leave after paying it off."

Wen Youhe was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "He owes you money?"

Yu Tang should have nothing to spend money on.

Wen Youhe thought for a while, and then realized: "You said liquidated damages, right? I have always been responsible for this matter, and the total is 120 million. I will help him pay it back."

Zhan Yi glanced at Wen Youhe coldly, then glanced at her high heels: "Miss Wen, my carpet was bought for $400 million."

"Your high heels have seriously damaged its value, or you will pay me back the money you owe me first, and then pay him back?"

Wen Youhe's face turned pale, and he quickly took off his high heels.

Zhan Yi put the cigarettes in the drawer, walked to the coffee machine and scooped up beans: "Okay, tell him, as long as he is obedient, don't try to mess with me every day, and I will take him wherever he wants. "

Wen Youhe pleaded: "Brother Zhan, treat him better..."

Zhan Yi: "Understood. Don't leave, let the chef cook you breakfast, and follow me to the set later. This is your job, don't do extra things."

Wen Youhe could only leave with his shoes.

Zhan Yi took a sip of black coffee, then put the cup aside, and looked at the burn marks on his palms from the shredded tobacco.

Zhan Yi just sat outside waiting for Wen Youhe and Zhou Jing.

In fact, his heart softened several times, and he also wanted to go in and hug him several times, saying that he was wrong and shouldn't treat him like that.

But in the end it still didn't go in.

Zhan Yi wants Yu Tang, but he wants an obedient and sensible Yu Tang.

Instead of being anxious with him again and again, it is better to be ruthless once.

Force him to obey, once and for all.