The rich boss is my ex-boyfriend [entertainment circle]

"Qiao Yu!!!" Mu Zeyang saw Qiao Yu lying on the ground at a glance, he exclaimed, his heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and his whole body was in a panic.

He rushed over and knelt on the ground, stretching out his hand nervously, but he didn't dare to touch Qiao Yu casually.

Qiao Yu's head was on the side, breathing rapidly, the broken hair on his forehead and temples were soaked with sweat, his cheeks were flushed, but his lips were extremely pale, he was unconscious.

The remaining power of the mobile phone in his hand finally couldn't hold on, it flashed twice, and the screen was completely black.

"Qiao Yu——" Mu Zeyang finally reached out to touch Qiao Yu's cheek, the tentacles were hot, he calmed down quickly, a similar scene flashed in his memory, he got up suddenly, ran to the tea room to rummage frantically.

Shen Lihui ran after him and was shocked when he saw this situation.

"What's going on?! What happened to him?!"

Could it be overwork?

"Hypoglycemia. There is also a fever." Mu Zeyang found sugar, poured sugar water, took a sugary drink, and quickly returned to Qiao Yu's side.

The water cup and drink were temporarily at hand, he gently lifted Qiao Yu up, resting his hand on the back of his head, and fed him the sugar water first.

"Qiao Yu, open your mouth..." Mu Zeyang called out.

Qiao Yu curled up, still unconscious.

Mu Zeyang moved his head again, moved it to the crook of his arm, took a sip of sugar water himself, and bent over to his mouth.

Shen Lihui froze in an instant when he wanted to step forward to help pinch Qiao Yu's mouth open.

He stared wide-eyed, watching Mu Zeyang feed the sugar water to Qiao Yu mouthful by mouthful.

Fuck!no?

This, this, this, this - what's going on!

Qiao Yu became somewhat conscious in a daze, but apart from hypoglycemia, he still had a high fever, which probably started in the afternoon. The coma just now broke his memory, and he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.Since he had been dreaming about Mu Zeyang last night, he subconsciously judged that he was still dreaming at this moment.

Therefore, he struggled to identify Mu Zeyang who was hugging him and kissing him, and asked in a murmur, "Mu Zeyang...why did you...run into...my dream again?"

Mu Zeyang was taken aback.

Shen Lihui, the big light bulb next to him, had opened his mouth into a big O shape.

Qiao Yu's physical discomfort was still soaring, he closed his eyes in pain, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes inexplicably.

He reached out and grabbed the clothes on Mu Zeyang's chest, burrowed into his arms, and murmured, "Mu Zeyang...how could you lose your memory...how could you...forget me..."

Shen Lihui felt like he was about to petrify.

Mu Zeyang felt that he had been petrified.

His eyes locked on Qiao Yu's face, and his heart seemed to be in pain.

Qiao Yu lost consciousness again, resting his head on Mu Zeyang's neck, the heat of his breath sprayed on his collarbone, scorching hot.

Mu Zeyang froze for a moment, then slowly reached out and hugged the person in his arms.

It seems that only by holding him tightly can I feel a sense of satisfaction in my empty heart.

"Ahem——" Shen Lihui waited awkwardly for a while, seeing that Mu Zeyang hugged Qiao Yu as if petrified, he couldn't help coughing lightly, "Then what, do you need an ambulance?"

Mu Zeyang came back to his senses, let go of Qiao Yu slightly, and lowered his head to check his situation.

Just now Qiao Yu became conscious for a short time, indicating that the symptoms of hypoglycemia should have been relieved, but now he is groggy, which should be caused by a high fever.

"No need. I'll take him home for treatment," Mu Zeyang said.

Shen Lihui also knew that the Mu family had a family doctor, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll take you back."

He leaned over and turned to pick up Qiao Yu's cell phone.

Not far away, there are mobile phone cases that have been scattered due to the fall.

Mu Zeyang stretched out his hand and gently brushed the sweaty hair on Qiao Yu's forehead, his eyes were deep.

Just about to pick him up, Shen Lihui said in surprise: "Huh? What is this?"

Mu Zeyang turned his head and saw Shen Lihui holding Qiao Yu's phone, phone case, and a card that fell out of the phone case.

Shen Lihui took a closer look: "Oh—it seems to be a special case of panda blood carrying cards. Eh? It seems to be two—"

Mu Zeyang's pupils shrank slightly, and he stretched out his hand: "Let me see."

Shen Lihui handed it to him.

The two cards I got are almost exactly the same, one of them is a bit old, it should be some years old.

The other one was brand new, and it was given to Qiao Yu by Mu Zeyang a while ago.

Most importantly, both are familiar.

Suddenly the shadows of two teenagers flashed in front of his eyes, and Mu Zeyang squeezed the two cards tightly.

He lowered his eyes, glanced at the drowsy Qiao Yu again, and then thought of his two murmurs just now, Mu Zeyang became more determined to bring him home.

This Qiao Yu... really was his former lover!

Mu Zeyang handed the card to Shen Lihui: "Put it away."

"Oh." Shen Lihui folded the cards, put them back in the phone case, secured the phone, pressed the lock screen button, but there was no response, he said, "The phone should be out of battery."

"Yeah. I'll do it." Mu Zeyang stretched out his hand again, and Shen Lihui quickly handed it over.

Mu Zeyang put the phone in his pocket, and hugged Qiao Yu.

Shen Lihui: "..."

He stood up awkwardly.

Mu Zeyang said: "Please send me back first. I will take the documents home to read."

"Okay, okay." Shen Lihui quickly ran to his president's office, found a stack of documents he needed, and caught up with Mu Zeyang who had already walked to the elevator.

The three of them arrived on the first floor, and Shen Lihui acted as the driver to send the two of them with this strange relationship back home.

He had actually heard about Mu Zeyang.

It is said...the senior had dated boys when he was in school, and because of this, he had a falling out with his family...

Now it seems that the rumors are true?

Mu Zeyang called his family doctor with a calm voice: "It's not me, I'm fine. It's a friend who has a fever and hypoglycemia..." Mu Zeyang noticed Qiao Yu unconsciously pressing his left abdomen , added, "It seems to still have a stomachache... The hypoglycemia has been temporarily controlled. Well, the fever is very severe, probably over forty degrees."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Zeyang asked Shen Lihui: "Drive faster. Go to Aobei Villa."

"Okay." Shen Lihui was the driver quietly the whole time, not daring to say more.

After successfully sending Mu Zeyang and Qiao Yu to the villa, Shen Lihui didn't stay any longer, put down the documents, and left.

Mu Zeyang asked the housekeeper to see off Shen Lihui, while he carried Qiao Yu to the bedroom.

Qiao Yu is not a person who often gets sick, and this time he suddenly fell ill, and his illness was severe, especially if several kinds of them were rushed together, it was also unlucky.

His consciousness was groggy, and he felt as if he was in a mixture of stove and ice cellar, which was cold and hot by turns.

Moreover, besides the headache and sore throat, the heart is also uncomfortable, and the stomach is also very painful... There are clamors of discomfort everywhere.

After Mu Zeyang put him on the big soft bed, he seemed to sense something was wrong, and wanted to open his eyes to have a look, but he managed to open them halfway, and then slowly closed them again.

Heavy breathing, cold sweat.

Seeing that he was not breathing well, Mu Zeyang reached out to help him loosen his tie, and undid the two buttons on the collar of Qiao Yu's shirt.

A picture suddenly appeared in front of his eyes - the boy version of him pressing on the body of the boy version of Qiao Yu, unbuttoning the opponent's shirt with trembling hands excitedly and youthfully.

The boy under him looked shy, and his voice trembled: "Mu Zeyang...I'm a little scared..."

"Don't be afraid, Ah Yu... I will love you well..." He lowered his head and kissed the young boy, and comforted him, "I have checked the information, and I have taken protective measures... If you are not used to it, I will never Don't force it...Ayu...let's try it, shall we? I love you, Ayu..."

"I, I love you too...Mu Zeyang..." The young man finally plucked up the courage, and took the initiative to wrap his arms around his neck, as if he was at his mercy...

Qiao Yu let out a painful snort, and Mu Zeyang suddenly came back to his senses, only to realize that he had unbuttoned all the buttons of Qiao Yu's suit jacket, and the other party's shirt had also been unbuttoned to the fourth button.

Qiao Yu exposed a large chest and abdomen, and with his rapid breathing, cold sweat also slipped down.

Sleeping in a suit is uncomfortable after all, and Mu Zeyang struggled for a moment whether to change his clothes or not.

The family doctor knocked on the door with a medicine box on his back: "Mr. Mu."

Mu Zeyang's body shook, and he casually pulled the quilt aside to cover Qiao Yu. The movement was so fast that it even covered half of Qiao Yu's chin.

He stretched out his hand and adjusted the quilt to make sure that Qiao Yu could breathe smoothly, then turned to look at the family doctor: "Doctor Cheng, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble." Cheng Yuanqi stepped forward to check, and when he saw the face of the person on the bed, he was stunned, "Why is it him?"

Mu Zeyang frowned: "Doctor Cheng knows him?"

Cheng Yuanqi realized that he seemed to have slipped his tongue, so he changed the subject in embarrassment: "I'll help him measure his blood sugar first."

Mu Zeyang gave a soft "hmm" and didn't ask any more questions.

The most important thing now is to stabilize Qiao Yu's condition.

Cheng Yuanqi not only measured blood sugar, but also measured body temperature, and drew blood for laboratory tests. He was busy for a while.

"The blood sugar concentration is indeed a bit low. Fortunately, you treated him in time. I will make a bottle of glucose for him to infuse later. In addition, he has a high fever of [-] degrees [-], which is too high. It may have been burning for a while. I have to listen to him. Cardiopulmonary condition. Please help lift the quilt and unbutton his clothes."

Mu Zeyang: "..."

Cheng Yuanqi: "???"

Mu Zeyang was silent for a while, and finally pulled down the quilt a little.

When Cheng Yuanqi saw the scene under the quilt, he was also silent.

While listening to Qiao Yu's heart and lung condition, he secretly looked at Mu Zeyang.

This...has he recovered his memory?

"How is it?" Seeing that he had put away the stethoscope, Mu Zeyang quickly covered the quilt again.

Cheng Yuanqi said: "Maybe he still has pneumonia. He smells so bad of cigarettes. Has he smoked?"

"No, he doesn't smoke." Mu Zeyang quickly denied it, and he was a little surprised when he finished speaking—as if he knew it very well.

And when I was looking for sugar water for first aid at the company, it seemed that my body instinctively knew to do it...

"Tsk, gastroenteritis is also committed... Whatever the situation, they are all caught up together."

Mu Zeyang didn't know what was going on, so he could only keep silent.

He stared at Qiao Yu's face complicatedly, feeling a little painful in his heart.

Cheng Yuanqi got up and said, "I'll go and prepare the medicine... first stabilize the blood sugar and high fever, and do the rest slowly."

While Cheng Yuanqi was out temporarily dispensing medicine, Mu Zeyang finally decided to change Qiao Yu's suit.

Otherwise, it will be even more difficult to change after the next transfusion.

Mu Zeyang locked the bedroom door first, then took a set of his own pajamas, and put them on for Qiao Yu.

This time he didn't get distracted anymore, he quickly finished changing, quickly covered the quilt, and then put away Qiao Yu's white suit, white shirt, blue tie and white trousers, and then opened the bedroom door.

Cheng Yuanqi had just finished dispensing the medicine, and was waiting by the door holding an infusion bottle and two infusion bags. Mu Zeyang was a little embarrassed, he bowed his head and turned sideways: "It's troublesome."

Cheng Yuanqi coughed lightly: "It should."

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