The net match was dismantled by the male god

Ji Heng sat up with his arms propped up: "It's okay, I'll do it myself, it's not that serious."

Xiao Yu waved his hand: "Okay, come on."

Xiao Yu handed him the towel, turned around, went out and brought in a footbath, and brought in a bottle of water along the way: "My mother said that you have to soak your feet to get better if you have a cold, so I'll mix water for you."

Ji Heng said a little weakly: "You let it go, I will exchange it myself."

Xiao Yu didn't force it, and sat on the bedside to play mobile games. When Ji Heng finished soaking his feet and was about to get out of bed to pour water, he quickly plugged his phone, bent over and went out with the footwashing water.

His movements are very natural, not so meticulous, but so heartwarming, making Ji Heng's hot feet warmed to his heart, and even his face became hot.

At the very beginning, he was just confused by Xiao Yu's astonishment when he met him for the first time. He couldn't figure out what kind of emotion it was, but the breath of his body and every word and deed made him fascinated .

But when he took a step closer, he saw his side of life, he was careless about gossip, he was heartless and unaware of the sadness in other people's eyes, but he was so gentle, not so meticulous as to be warm and cold. Intimate, but rough, frank, and honestly gave every detail he could find out of his rough nerves.

Xiao Yu like this made him even more unable to let go. For the first time, he felt that his love was not only after the illusory spiritual world, but deeply penetrated into life, eating, bathing, sleeping, and getting sick. There is Xiao Yu.

As soon as Xiao Yu went out, Nan Qi came in with the quilt in her arms. After covering Ji Heng, she took out a pair of socks from her pocket: "Put on socks to sleep at night, your feet don't get cold easily."

Ji Heng took it and put it on and said, "Thank you, today is really troublesome."

Nan Qi smiled: "Why are we talking about this? Do you feel better?"

Ji Heng nodded: "Well, it's much better."

Nan Qi scolded: "That's good, you are really, you don't go to the hospital when you have a fever, and you run around. The temperature is not a joke these days. What if you fainted on the way home?"

Ji Heng said softly: "Didn't I hear that you are cooking today, and I have to endure it until I eat the meal you cooked."

Nan Qi is used to his appearance of flirting with others whenever he disagrees: "Come on, uncle is still in the living room."

When Ji Heng heard the words, he quickly turned serious, and said helplessly: "Today I really trouble my uncle and aunt, and Xiao Yu, by the way, he is..."

Nan Qi tucked the quilt up for him, and before he finished speaking, he said, "Xiao Yu has gone to wash up, don't be embarrassed if you take a good rest, Auntie and Uncle are good people, they don't care about it, as for Xiao Yu, although you see He usually looks dead, but he is actually a very nice person, not to mention you, he treats everyone like this, when the girls from the later stage of our company came, I thought he was chasing me."

Ji Heng nodded: "I know, I know it after seeing him treat you like this."

Nan Qi was taken aback when she heard the words: "What?"

Ji Heng knew that Xiao Yu was naturally a very good person, so he took Nan Qi home, gave him food, housed him, and took him to play, even though Nan Qi shared half of his family affection.

Seeing how warm and harmonious Nan Qi and Xiao's mother are today, even brothers are jealous, but Xiao Yu doesn't, he has the courage to accept that Nan Qi takes up half of his family, and he also accepts himself into his life, He even said that he has the courage to accept all unknown things.

This is not to say that he is a saint, but that he has a broad heart. From many things, he can tell that Xiao Yu is a good person in the true sense.

But Ji Heng didn't understand, why did Nan Qi tell him this?

Hearing this, Ji Heng looked at Nan Qi firmly. He had met Nan Qi several times a few years ago. At that time, Nan Qi was not as tall and thin as she is now. He still remembers the first time he met, he was still She thought Nan Qi was wearing lipstick, because her skin was fair, her red lips made her whole face extremely gorgeous, like a star.

But at that time, although Nan Qi was not as lively as on the Internet, he was not as alienated as he is now. There was a dim yellow crescent moon lamp on top of his head, and the light and shadow cast down from above. The lines are not as thin and sharp as Ji Heng's, but they are not as soft as when he was young. They seem to be drawn by a ruler, with well-proportioned, perfect proportions. At this moment, with a soft smile, the face he thought was as beautiful as a peach.

But Ji Heng could see a bit of frustration from the inside, he squinted his eyes, and just about to say something, the door was pushed open from the outside, Xiao Yu poked his head out, unaware of the subtle atmosphere between the two, blinked. Winked and joked:

"Tsk tsk... are you still asleep? Are you going to talk in detail all night?"

Nan Qi: "Here we come. Aren't you usually the last one to sleep? How dare you talk about me."

Xiao Yu cut off: "I don't care, if you are not afraid of being infected, you two can sleep in the same room. I'm going to sleep, Ji Heng, I'm going to sleep, bye."

Ji Heng smiled at him, and said softly: "Well, good night."

Nan Qi also got up and said: "Then I'll go there first, you should rest earlier."

Ji Heng nodded at him: "Okay, you should go to bed earlier."

After Nan Qi finished speaking, she turned and left. Ji Heng waited for him to close the door before slowly shrinking back into the quilt. He slowly closed his eyes when he heard Nan Qi and Xiao Yu's conversation faintly coming from the next door.

The next day, Ji Heng bid farewell to Xiao's father and Xiao's mother. It has been more than two months, and the employees of the company have also recognized him as an airborne leader. Now the work is not as difficult as before, and he is usually quite free. .

His boss probably saw that the company was on the rise and didn't contact him very much recently. Although this was a sign of reassurance for him, Ji Heng couldn't be sorry for his salary.

On weekdays, he still stays at the company most of the time, and occasionally goes to Xiao Yu's house for dinner. Xiao Yu's family is very warm, although they are not as friendly to him as Nan Qi, but they are also friendly. Ji Heng will occasionally play chess with Xiao's father What, Ji Heng is quite satisfied with this.

He originally planned to go to Xiao Yu after work that day, but he didn't expect his boss, who hadn't called for half a month, to call him.

Ji Heng stepped on the accelerator and picked it up: "Hello, boss."

There was a gust of wind blowing over there, and the boss's frozen voice trembled: "I'm in City H, come and pick me up."

"Ah? Where are you?"

"At the airport, I don't have the money to take a taxi."

The boss's voice sounded pitiful, Ji Heng frowned, and turned the steering wheel to drive to the airport.

It's not close to the airport, and it was already past seven o'clock when Ji Heng drove away, and the boss was almost frozen like an idiot, his whole face was purple from the cold, and his neck was tucked into his collar.

Ji Heng has never seen his boss so decadent, and seeing that he doesn't have any money on him, he wrapped himself in a down jacket, which is quite strange:

"Boss, why are you here?"

The boss stared out of the window blankly, depressed: "It's okay, let's see if you are serious about your work."

Ji Heng didn't believe his reason, but if he didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more. Seeing him like this, he asked, "Boss, can you make do with me at night or should I open a hotel for you?"

The boss suddenly said, "Shall we go to a bar?"

"what?"

The boss simply raised his hand: "I invite you to drink, we will not return today if we are not drunk."

Ji Heng didn't want to go drinking in the middle of the night, and said angrily, "Boss, you are penniless."

The boss gave him a sideways look: "I still don't pay your salary, let's go and drink."

Normally, Ji Heng would never agree, but seeing the boss like this, he knew that something must have happened to him, so he turned the car around and went to a bar he was more familiar with.

The crowd in the bar was noisy, the singer with dreadlocks was hysterically singing an unknown song on the stage, Ji Heng was slowly drinking his first glass of wine tonight, and the boss next to him was already drunk.

Seeing that it was almost the same, Ji Heng helped the boss to go out after paying the bill. The boss drank drowsily, staggered when he walked, and kept drinking like crazy. Luckily, Ji Heng was strong, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get it back.

Throwing him on the sofa, Ji Heng stripped off his clothes in disgust, and then took the boss's shirt into the bathroom. On the way back just now, the boss vomited a car full of people, which made Ji Heng smell sour.

The heat quickly blurred the mirror, and while taking a shower, Ji Heng thought about what was going on with his boss. He had known the boss for so many years, and except for the two days on the death day of his relative, he rarely saw him so frustrated. He couldn't think of anything that could make him drink away his worries.

Thinking of his second brother, could it be a family matter?

Ji Heng thought about it for a while and didn't have a clue. He only thought about it tomorrow when the boss sobered up. When he went out, he saw the boss sitting on the sofa, and when he came out, he raised his eyes and looked at him:

"My throat is so dry, pour me a glass of water."

Ji Heng saw that although he was still talking with a bit of a tongue, but his expression seemed to be a little more sober, and when he brought two glasses of warm water to him, he sat down on the sofa and asked:

"What's the matter? Would you like to talk about it?"

The boss was silent for a long time, and then looked at him blankly, because waking up made his thoughts slow down a bit, and the usual thick hooliganism disappeared from his face, and he seemed to be a little bit of an aristocratic son.

He looked at it for a long time and seemed to realize who Ji Heng was, with a confused and uncertain tone: "Tell me, will a person who has died suddenly come back to life one day?"

"What?" Ji Heng frowned, not quite understanding.

The boss said to himself: "But why do they look so similar?"

"Who are you talking about?"

The boss didn't speak, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly, he took out the phone slowly, looked at the name on it and said nothing.

Out of the corner of her eye, Ji Heng saw the word Qin Ze written on it, but the boss suddenly started crying, holding the phone and crying like a child.

"Brother! Brother! I miss you so much! Don't leave me, brother!"

"Brother! Don't leave me! I haven't apologized to you yet, why did you leave like this, and you said you wanted to spend the holiday with me! Brother, come back!"