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The author has something to say: In fact, this chapter originally contained a confession, but I opened it up hee hee (ο???????????????????) This five is going to atone, tonight Add another chapter, it may be later.

Cheng Yi's breathing was still rough until he drove out of the community, and he didn't realize that he had to answer the phone until the cell phone on the passenger seat rang for the third time.

Because he was driving on the road to avoid illegal parking and being photographed, Cheng Yi had no choice but to connect a Bluetooth headset to answer Liu Minghang's call.

"Okay, Brother Yi, how many times have you called you before you answer, I'm really angry." Liu Minghang said angrily: "Quickly tell me, which little lover did you hang out with just now?"

The corners of Cheng Yi's mouth could not wait to grin up to his ears, "Song Xianfei."

"Huh? You're still together after work."

Liu Minghang felt very surprised. Based on his understanding of Cheng Yi, he didn't believe that Cheng Yi would be enthusiastic about his work when the sun came out from the west, but unfortunately he couldn't see Cheng Yi's idiot-like expression at the scene, otherwise he would be overwhelmed on the spot. The five sense organs will be torn apart.

Cheng Yi hummed and replied, "Of course, we're still together at work, but we just met when I was off work, so I temporarily changed the plan and sent him home first."

"Yo, drive him home? Are you forming a revolutionary friendship with your former enemy?" Liu Minghang obviously didn't believe it, and giggled for a long time on the other end of the phone.

"Go, go, when is Song Xianfei my enemy? I never said Ang." After Cheng Yi tried his best to deny it, he said solemnly again: "Hangzi, if you ask me out in the future, go to the coffee shop, or Milk tea shops are also fine, places like clubs and bars are less for me to go to."

Liu Minghang was stunned on the other end of the phone for a while, then said in disbelief, "I heard that right, are you always being a good person?"

"You know what a fart, I have a good character, both internally and externally." Cheng Yi rolled his eyes, "It's not what you mortals realize."

Liu Minghang snorted, "Please keep talking like a human."

Cheng Yi thought for a while, took a deep breath and said, "Well, I actually want to fall in love."

"Then you should have said it earlier." Liu Minghang was very excited when he heard it, and he never tired of it, "Then brother recently opened his eyes wide to find you an ideal girl? Let's forget about Xiaoya, I'll look at you I don’t really like it either, I’ll find another one from my friends when you come over.”

"There's no need for the aircraft."

Cheng Yi refused bluntly, took out a sip of strawberry milk tea while waiting for the traffic lights, and waited for the sweet taste to flow from his lips and tongue into his stomach before slowly saying: "I want to fall in love with Song Xianfei .”

After hanging up the phone with Cheng Yi, Liu Minghang lay flat on the sofa as if his soul had been sucked out, and crossed his hands flat on his chest, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Boss? What's wrong with you?" The male waiter who served the wine passed by the sofa and gave his boss a strange look.

Liu Minghang raised his finger and pointed at himself, "Look at my current appearance, do I look like four words?"

"What four words did the boss say?" The male waiter couldn't tell and was afraid of saying the wrong thing, so he stood beside him blankly.

Liu Minghang closed his eyes, and exhaled a vague breath from his mouth, "Youth has a heart attack."

Cheng Yi's desire to fall in love with Song Xianfei is definitely not just lip service, this desire will only increase, it will only intensify, he feels that he is really dying when he likes someone.

So much so that when I woke up in the morning, I was a little dizzy, as if I was really sick.

When rushing from home to the company, Liang Xuewei reminded him to bring an umbrella, saying that there will be showers in the forecast today, and it might rain at any time.

Cheng Yi didn't take it seriously. He drove to and from work every day, rain or shine, and it didn't matter to him whether he took an umbrella or not. After the company, he finally forgot the umbrella in the car.

As for this project, the agents of both parties have negotiated several meetings. After each meeting, the department is busy. Cheng Yi, fortunately, Cheng Yi didn't let himself be idle, and occasionally took the initiative to do some chores in the department.

More time and attention are still devoted to Song Xianfei.

It's just this period of tossing, Song Xianfei has lost a lot of weight visible to the naked eye, Cheng Yi sees the pain in his eyes, but it can't penetrate into his daily life and three meals a day.

I don't know if the rain forecast today is true or not, and the sun often comes out in the middle of the afternoon.

Cheng Yi sat on the computer chair all day in a daze, which is strange to say, usually he would stay awake in any public place, and he couldn't hear anything when he was sleeping, but today was different, those noises seemed to incarnate Became a lullaby, a constant lull to sleep.

When he was about to get off work, he was really a little tired, so he lay down on the table and wanted to take a nap, and then drove back when he had recovered enough energy. Unexpectedly, it would be difficult to open his eyes again after closing them.

In a daze, Cheng Yi seemed to hear Feng Yuanyuan's voice reminding him to get off work, but he didn't intend to get up, he just waved his hands and continued to lie still.

Cheng Yi felt that his body was very cold, and his consciousness was a little fuzzy. The posture of lying on the table made him really uncomfortable. He didn't know how long he had been lying on the table, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. Like the dull ache of being dismantled and then reassembled.

The powerlessness that seems to sink and float in the deep sea envelops his whole body, Cheng Yi feels a little helpless, and occasionally realizes that he may be really sick when he is sober. Sick people have weak willpower, but they have an urgent desire for emotion. He thought of his father's big warm hands when he was a child, always giving him some strength and comfort when he was uncomfortable.

It's just that these memories have been away for many years, and I have never had them for a long time.

"Cheng Yi..."

It seemed that a voice was calling his name, and then a hand with a familiar temperature touched his forehead gently for a while, and was about to pull it away immediately.

Like a drowning man, Cheng Yi saw a piece of driftwood and grabbed that hand almost subconsciously.

He struggled to open his eyes until the light in his eyes gradually became brighter, and he finally saw the person he was holding clearly.

"Song Xianfei..." Cheng Yi didn't intend to let go of his hand, but still held onto it tightly, not wanting to lose the warmth in his palm so quickly.

"You're sick Cheng Yi." Song Xianfei twitched his wrist uncomfortably, but Cheng Yi's strength was not his fault, he tried a few times and had to give up.

Fortunately, at this time, the staff of the department were basically gone. Song Xianfei originally wanted to finish sorting out the last few files and go back from get off work. When he went to clean the cup halfway, he saw Cheng Yi laying on the table without moving.

Out of worry, Song Xianfei walked over to take a look at him, but he didn't expect this kid to have a fever and his forehead was scalding horribly.

Cheng Yi stayed for a while before letting go of Song Xianfei's wrist, and said dully: "It's okay, this illness will be fine after going back to sleep."

Then he asked again, "Why don't you go back?"

"I'll leave after a while." Song Xianfei paused, then glanced at the office, "There are still a few documents to be filed, and I'll go home after sorting them out."

"I'll accompany you."

Cheng Yi supported the table with his hands and stood up. He felt a little better mentally than before. It should be the reason why he kept one posture for too long. He almost lost feeling in both legs. He swayed from side to side and nearly fell down.

"I'll do it myself." Song Xianfei frowned unbearably, and ordered him to go home quickly, "If you really can't, you can go back by car. I'll allow you to ask for leave tomorrow."

"It's just that my feet are numb. A fever won't affect my ability to do anything. Otherwise, my physical strength would be so poor." Cheng Yi grinned, and still lifted his heels up.

He quite enjoyed Song Xianfei's concern, talking to him a few words was like taking a dose of good medicine, and the discomfort was relieved a lot.

Seeing that he was still in the mood for joking, Song Xianfei ignored him and let Cheng Yi follow him into the office.