little beast

Sheng Shuangxu's whole body became sluggish and clumsy due to the fever, and he felt that a long time had passed—perhaps it was a few minutes after Shen Chengan's door slammed, he slowly turned over from the bed, just put the pills Detaching it from the tinfoil wrapping it almost exhausted all of Sheng Frost's energy.

He stuffed a piece into his mouth, and struggled to find water to drink.

There was a cup on the bedside that had been left open overnight. With Sheng Shuangxu's current physical strength, it was already very difficult to move his body. He stretched out his arm, and the water cup slipped in his sweaty palm. Sheng Shuangxu wanted to squeeze this flexible cup tightly. But his body was really weak, and he couldn't control his strength at all. He didn't even know if it would fall from his hands the next moment.

If the sheets were wet, Shen Chengan might get angry again.

Every time Shen Chengan was angry, he would give Sheng Shuangxu a painful punishment. He was very scared and didn't want to see Shen Chengan angry.

When Sheng Shuangxu moved the slippery water glass to his mouth, the pills had already been dissolved by the saliva, turning into a soft and wriggly mass of powder, sticking to his throat.

This kind of medicine is very bitter, Sheng Shuangxu's sense of taste has been numb, but the bitterness is still fresh and irritating, and there is only a bitter taste left in his mouth.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't eat breakfast, he almost vomited something from the bitterness.

He kept pouring water into his mouth, trying to wash away the bitter taste in his mouth, he gulped down the cold water in the cup, and he didn't even have time to breathe - the water that didn't have time to flow into his mouth slipped down his chin, wetting him Sheets underneath.

At this time, the girl opened the door and walked in.

Sheng Shuangxu's glasses were thrown somewhere, he couldn't see her face clearly, the light came in through the door she opened, Sheng Shuangxu squinted her eyes, and could only see the blurry face of a small girl. silhouette.

He must have been so ill that he was hallucinating.Sheng Shuang thought.

Nannan is alive and existing, she is not Sheng Shuangxu's fantasy, she ran over quickly, with two short arms resting on the edge of the bed, to touch the water stains on the sheet.

The girl said, "Dad, are you sick?"

Sheng Shuangxu put the water glass back to its original position weakly, and said softly, "Dad has a little fever, and he will be fine soon. Why is my daughter here?"

Nannan gave a soft "oh", she twisted the sheets tightly with her fingers, and looked back at the half-open door of the bedroom from time to time.

Nannan whispered, "Dad, I'm worried about you."

Sheng Shuangxu felt sour in his heart. Up to now, his ex-wife hated him, his father severed ties with him, and even his usual friends avoided him one by one. Only his daughter still kept the purest love of a child, worrying about herself. sick father.

If the grown-up daughter learns about her father's rumors, she doesn't know what to think.

Sheng Shuangxu's throat choked up, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, Dad is fine, just sleep and he'll be fine."

Nannan looked back at the bedroom door again, and Sheng Shuangxu vaguely guessed what she was looking at, and he was filled with grief. As a father, he could only exchange his daughter's normal life with such a dirty and useless bargaining chip.

Nannan said: "Dad, I want to go home, when can we go home?"

Sheng Shuangxu didn't know how to answer his innocent and kind daughter. He wanted to show her a smile, but it was far uglier than crying.

Seeing that he didn't speak, her little face was filled with disappointment and sadness: "I hate this Brother Chengan, Dad, even if he is your student, I don't like him either."

"I miss my mother."

Sheng Shuangxu could only bite the bullet and tell his daughter a lie: "Brother Chengan is...he is a good person, and he treats you very well."

"No," Nannii stared at Sheng Shuangxu solemnly, and said, "He treats you badly, I can feel it."

As soon as Shen Chengan was mentioned, Shen Chengan's voice came from outside, and he shouted coldly: "5 minutes is up."

Not only was the little girl taken aback by him, but even Sheng Shuangxu couldn't help being shocked—he was afraid that Shen Chengan would hear her words. punish.

"I'll take you out of here when I grow up, and we'll move somewhere else and never live with him again."

Nannan looked like a little adult, said something in a hurry, turned around and ran out.

"Dad, I will see you when I come back today, you have to be well."

Sheng Shuangxu sank into the quilt, with silent tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

The effects of the medicine began to surge, and along with his stomach churning, Sheng Shuangxu's body curled up like a shrimp.

His stomach was very uncomfortable, but in the next second, he almost fell into a coma.

Sleep can get rid of pain, Sheng Shuangxu thought, he would continue to sleep to get rid of his dirty and heavy self, as well as those unbearable memories.

One year, he has to endure it for one year, and if he has enough money, he must take his daughter out of this place.

He must not let his daughter who loves him so much know that his father is willing to sell his body to be a dog for money.

Shen Chengan's work is very busy. Ever since he inherited his mother's company, he has a mountain of things to deal with every day, and meetings of all sizes are scheduled from morning to night—he doesn't like day-to-day work, but he doesn't hate it either. To free him from the unpleasantness of memories.

His desk is full of his schedule, and supplementary post-it notes, large and small, fill the blank space of the notepad.Shen Chengan flipped through it casually, today's workload was not as much as Shen Chengan's usual.

There is also a sick man in his family, he really has to get off work early to see how Sheng Shuangxu is doing.

Shen Chengan didn't want his attention to stay too much on Sheng Shuangxu, he suddenly withdrew from his mind the arrangement for the patient, and turned on the computer step by step, there were several different letters written by his secretary Xiaoqiu lying in his mailbox. Version of the conference chairperson's draft.

He still has many things to do, Shen Chengan firmly believes that these things are far more important than Sheng Shuangxu.

At the same time, Xiao Qiu lightly knocked on the door, revealing half of his delicate face from the crack of the door.

Shen Chengan raised his head, motioned for him to come in, and Xiao Qiu pushed open the door and walked sideways into the office, saying, "Mr. Shen, Auntie..."

Before Xiao Qiu finished speaking, a middle-aged woman suddenly pushed open the door, hitting Xiao Qiu staggeringly, she was well maintained, she was a mature and capable woman, she was wearing a slim white shirt and black long sleeves. Under the sunlight, the cross on the chest shone with silver light.

Long golden hair, and green eyes exactly like Shen Chengan's.

The suffering image of Jesus crucified also squeezed into Shen Chengan's eyes.

Shen Chengan narrowed his eyes.

"Mom," Shen Chengan said expressionlessly, "what are you doing here?"