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

Qiao Yu really slept until after one o'clock in the afternoon.

When he woke up, he felt weak all over, as if he had been beaten up, and his limbs were extremely sore.

My throat is smoky, and my ribs are pulled when I cough. If this goes on, coughing up my abdominal muscles is not a dream.

The headache was better, but I was still dizzy and didn't dare to move too much.

He blinked and looked at the strange room in a daze, not knowing where he was.

It's not like a hospital...

"Ahem——" Qiao Yu coughed for a while, her mind was in a mess, and her memory seemed to be a little out of date.

He remembered saying goodbye to Sun Daokai and the others last night and then went home...

Oh, no, he lost his key, or maybe he didn't bring it with him, and he went back to the company...

By the way, he had hypoglycemia after arriving at the company, and he fainted!

Although the curtains were drawn, Qiao Yu could feel the sunlight outside.

It must have been daylight.

And it's past ten o'clock in the morning.

Maybe someone saw him fainted after arriving at the company, so they took him home?

No, shouldn't he be sent to the hospital?

Qiao Yu's burnt-out mind turned to this point, and finally realized that something was wrong.

There was still a needle stuck in the back of his left hand, and there was still half of the medicine in the bottle hanging beside him.

This place has the functions of a hospital, but it is more comfortable than a hospital...

Qiao Yu raised his right hand and looked at it. There was also a gauze on the back of his right hand. He sat up slowly with his elbows propped up. The pajamas on his body slipped from his right shoulder, revealing a large part of his shoulder.

Qiao Yu: "..."

"!!!" Qiao Yu's dazed state completely dissipated, he looked down at his soft and comfortable cotton pajamas, blinked, blinked again, and then coughed violently.

After coughing this round, Qiao Yu began to search for her mobile phone.

Fortunately, the mobile phone is on the bedside table next to it.

Qiao Yu leaned forward to take it, but suddenly froze!

On the bedside table, there was an unremarkable pen - that pen was his birthday present to Mu Zeyang!

This is...Mu Zeyang's home!

Qiao Yu panicked instantly.

He felt for the charging phone and unplugged it randomly, then belatedly remembered that he seemed to have called Mu Zeyang last night, before he passed out.

Shouldn't they have dialed out?

Qiao Yu turned on the phone and unlocked it to check. In addition to the call he dialed, there was also a missed call from Mu Zeyang in the call log.

Qiao Yu lowered his head in annoyance.

What to do...Look at this, Mu Zeyang not only answered his call last night, but also went to the company to check because he failed to call back...then took him home...

Qiao Yu frowned and locked the screen of the phone, threw it on the quilt, and then sighed while resting her forehead.

Mu Zeyang's brain circuit is also gone.

Just pick up the phone when anyone calls you?Didn't connect and call back?Go to the company to see after calling back?Is it okay to be idle in the middle of the night?

Ah - what to do, what to do!

Qiao Yu scratched her hair indiscriminately, her heart was more chaotic than her hair.

How to explain it?

If you think of a prevarication now, it should be too late, right?

When Qiao Yu glanced at the cell phone on the quilt, he suddenly froze again.

Wait, where's his phone case? !

Qiao Yu slumped her shoulders.

It's over.

It seems that the secret in the phone case was also discovered by Mu Zeyang.

How can it be so big!

Qiao Yu turned his head sideways, staring at the back of his left hand.

Now that the needle is pulled out, is it too late to sneak away?

Just as he was guessing, a vague conversation suddenly came from outside the door. Qiao Yu was taken aback, and quickly slid into the blanket, lay down, and pretended that he was still awake.

When the door was opened, Qiao Yu frowned slightly - it was broken, and the phone was still on the quilt.

The voices of Mu Zeyang and a man came from the door.

Mu Zeyang: "I took a test just now, and the temperature has dropped to 37 degrees five."

"Well, after finishing this bottle of intravenous drip, the fever should be completely gone."

"How long is he going to sleep?"

"It should be almost there... This sleep time is long enough."

Qiao Yu thought silently: leave quickly, don't come in, don't come in.

by the door.

Cheng Yuanqi: "It's past one o'clock, you don't want lunch?"

"You go first, I'll wait for him." Mu Zeyang said.

Cheng Yuanqi shrugged and went to the restaurant on his own.

Mu Zeyang closed the door and walked towards the bed.

Qiao Yu lay on the bed, wishing she could pass out immediately.

As soon as he was anxious, he couldn't help coughing again.

Mu Zeyang couldn't help quickening his pace when he heard him coughing.Qiao Yu turned over while coughing, trying to shake the phone down under the quilt.

The result of this is——

When Mu Zeyang reached the bedside, he just saw the mobile phone that had slipped down.

Qiao Yu: "..."

Mu Zeyang: "..."

Qiao Yu couldn't pretend anymore, he opened his eyes, tilted his head and coughed violently.

Mu Zeyang also saw through his embarrassment, didn't say anything else, just reached out to help him smooth his chest, helped him up again, and then said calmly: "Are you awake? Are you hungry? Lunch is ready."

Qiao Yu didn't know what to say, but coughed worse.

He tilted his head, his neck was red from coughing.

Mu Zeyang took a glass of water and handed it to his lips: "Drink some water first."

Qiao Yu suppressed his cough and drank the water slowly.

Throat is much more comfortable.He lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling a little.

There was a little smile between Mu Zeyang's brows, and he said softly: "Is it better?"

Qiao Yu nodded.

Mu Zeyang continued to ask: "Does your head still hurt? What about your stomach? Does it still hurt?"

Qiao Yu shook his head, a little afraid to look at Mu Zeyang.

"Then... let's go eat something first." Mu Zeyang straightened the slippers for him, then stretched out his arms to get the hanging bottle next to him, and held it for him.

Qiao Yu stretched out her hand: "I, I will do it myself."

"Let me do it, it's more convenient for me to lift it for you." Mu Zeyang was taller than Qiao Yu by more than a head, he raised his arm, but Qiao Yu couldn't reach it, so he had to give up.

After getting off the ground, he was still a little weak, as if he was stepping on a cloud.

Perhaps, not only because of the illness, but also because of Mu Zeyang standing next to him.

Qiao Yu lay down almost from twelve o'clock at night to one o'clock in the noon, and with fever, drip, and metabolism, he was extremely nervous at the moment, and suddenly felt that his bladder could not bear it.

He paused slightly, hesitated, thinking about how to speak.

Seeing him stop, Mu Zeyang couldn't help reaching out to help his arm.

"What's wrong? Are you dizzy?"

Qiao Yu lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "No. I want to go to the bathroom."

Mu Zeyang suddenly realized, he leaned on his arm and turned sideways: "This way."

Qiao Yu followed him for two steps before realizing that he stopped again: "I can do it myself."

Mu Zeyang's gaze swept across his flushed cheeks, and the smile in his eyes grew wider. He moved closer to Qiao Yu: "Are you shy?"

Qiao Yu: "..."

"Let's go. They are all men, so what are you afraid of? I changed your clothes." Mu Zeyang grabbed his arm and pulled him forward.

Qiao Yu could only continue walking.

It's good that Mu Zeyang didn't mention clothes, but when he mentioned it, Qiao Yu suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Without thinking about it, he knew that the set of pajamas he was wearing belonged to Mu Zeyang.

When he got to the bathroom, Qiao Yu resigned to his fate and closed his eyes. Forget it, let's do whatever we want.

Anyway, it's not like Mu Zeyang hasn't seen it...

But Mu Zeyang, at this moment, the gentleman got up, holding the bottle in one hand, and turned sideways.

——Someone's cheeks were so red that they were about to bleed.

He should restrain himself a little bit.

Qiao Yu pulled back the pajama pants with trembling hands, and he was relieved after finishing the solution.

He washed his hands and went out with Mu Zeyang.

restaurant.

Cheng Yuanqi was eating, and when he saw the two of them coming out, he couldn't help but greet him, "Qiao Yu, you're awake, how do you feel?"

"It's much better. Thank you, Dr. Cheng." Qiao Yu replied subconsciously.

He did know Cheng Yuanqi, and Cheng Yuanqi also knew him.

It is estimated that Mu Zeyang also knows about this now, so, Qiao Yu thought, it is useless to hide it, so he stopped pretending.

"Let's have some porridge. You were scary enough last night. You got sick all at once, and you almost scared Mu Zeyang to death." Cheng Yuanqi said.

Mu Zeyang listened to his slightly teasing words calmly, not panicking at all.

Holding the hanging bottle with one hand, he brought Qiao Yu a bowl of porridge with one hand, and took a spoon and chopsticks.

On the other hand, Qiao Yu still straightened her back uncomfortably, lowered her eyebrows, and dared not look at anyone.

Cheng Yuanqi glanced at Mu Zeyang, and continued: "Mu Zeyang didn't sleep last night, I'm afraid you might make a mistake. He has been by your side this morning...Qiao Yu, after all these years, your charm has not diminished." .”

Mu Zeyang finally spoke at the right time: "Doctor Cheng, does the food suit your taste?"

Cheng Yuanqi knew that what he had said was almost over, and said: "It's a good fit, it's a good fit, I like the food made by Sister Zhang the most."

Sister Zhang replied to him in the kitchen: "Eat more if you like."

Cheng Yuanqi: "Hey! I'll have another bowl of rice."

Compared to Cheng Yuanqi's feasting, Qiao Yu's eating was like sitting on pins and needles.

Mu Zeyang didn't eat either, he just leaned against the table and gave Qiao Yu a little bit of vegetables.

The dishes are light and suitable for him.

Qiao Yu: "Sit down and eat too."

Mu Zeyang: "It's okay, you eat first."

Qiao Yu: "...I'll go get that bracket." He gestured to get up, and Mu Zeyang held him down, "I'll go."

He first handed the bottle to Qiao Yu, went to the bedroom to push out the bottle holder, re-hanged the bottle, then sat beside Qiao Yu, and ate with him.

Qiao Yu felt better not being served by Mu Zeyang for dinner.

After a meal, Qiao Yu felt as if a century had passed.

He looked up at the hanging bottle, and there was still a quarter of the liquid medicine in it.

Neither to leave, nor to stay, it is really nerve-wracking.

Mu Zeyang winked at Cheng Yuanqi.

Cheng Yuanqi said: "You have to infuse another bottle in the afternoon. Consolidate it. Last night you had hypoglycemia, high fever, almost developed pneumonia, and stomach discomfort. There are too many inflammations in your body. If you don't treat it well, the condition will easily recur."

"I..." Qiao Yu opened his mouth, but Cheng Yuanqi interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Okay, it's not too late this afternoon. You two must have a lot to talk about, don't you?" Cheng Yuanqi put down the bowl and chopsticks, "We can still be friends after breaking up. Besides... I think you two have a lot of things in your heart. With each other, calm down and talk, okay?"

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