This will be a day.

Yang Fei was really a little scared.

After the meeting ended, Yang Fei refused the banquet.

Yang Fei said to Xu Hui: "If there is such a meeting in the future, you can just come, and I will not attend again." After the meeting, you can report back to me. ”

"Okay, boss. Xu Hui used to be the CEO of a state-owned enterprise, and he was used to sitting in the office and used to this kind of long meetings, but it didn't matter.

Yang Fei pays attention to efficiency, in the company's meetings, except for extraordinary times, his meeting time will not exceed two hours, and most of the meetings, he controls them to complete in about half an hour.

At night, Yang Fei was reading in the study and heard Chen Mo's shout outside: "Yang Fei, Yang Fei!"

Yang Fei put down the pen in his hand and walked out, but he didn't see her person.

"Yang Fei!"

The shouting came from the shower.

"I'm here!" replied Yang Fei.

"What's the matter, why is there no hot water?

"Huh?"

Yang Fei checked it and said with a smile: "You are also a talent, the water heater outside is not turned on, so you go in." ”

"Oops, isn't the water heater not turned off?"

"I guess the power was cut off for a while, so I turned it off, right? You try again, do you have it?"

"Uh-huh, there it is. ”

Yang Fei suddenly realized that after Su Tong went back, he and Chen Mo were left to live?

The past suddenly came to mind.

He shook his head, trying to chase away the swarming memories.

Back in the study, Yang Fei couldn't calm down.

He smoked only while he was thinking, but at the moment he couldn't help but light a cigarette and went to the balcony.

The lights of thousands of homes are shining brightly.

Yang Fei called Su Tong and wanted to chat with her to drive away the demon-like memories.

Su Tong smiled and said: "My mother and I are playing mahjong, what is the matter with you? Touch! 20,000!"

“……”

"Yang Fei, I won't tell you, I'm busy here!"

"Alright then, you can play. ”

put down the phone, and a sense of loneliness gradually engulfed Yang Fei.

Standing above the most prosperous street in this big city, Yang Fei's heart has never been so empty.

He suddenly doubted the meaning of life.

The more I thought about it, the more my head hurt.

Yang Fei has seen a movie, in the future world, time is artificially controlled, everyone's time can be bought and sold and consumed freely, and rich people can buy unlimited time, and can live for hundreds or thousands of years.

However, some people are actually tired of living, and are willing to give away their remaining hundreds of years to others for free.

Living too long isn't necessarily a blessing, right?

Perhaps, the human beings on the earth have discovered the mystery of immortality a long time ago, but a wise man has sealed or destroyed it?

Yang Fei only lived one more life, and he felt that he was more tired and saw more thoroughly than ordinary people.

He felt like a big hammer weighing a thousand pounds, his body weighed only a hundred pounds, but his soul weighed a thousand pounds.

Yang Fei leaned back on the recliner and let his heavy eyelids slowly close.

Chen Mo put on her clothes, wiped her wet hair with a towel, and knocked on the door of Yang Fei's study.

The study door wasn't closed, and she saw that there was no one inside.

She was suspicious of herself when she saw Yang Fei lying on the balcony.

"Yang Fei?" Chen Mo walked over and said with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Fei did not answer.

Chen Mo approached and said, "Why are you asleep here?"

Yang Fei still didn't answer.

Chen Mo pushed his hand, feeling that the back of his hand was hot.

She reached out again and tested the temperature of his forehead.

"Oops, you have a fever!" Chen Mo shook Yang Fei.

Yang Fei woke up suddenly and smelled the fragrance of a good shampoo.

"Yang Fei, you have a fever, your forehead is so hot. Chen Mo helped him up with concern, "Let's go to the hospital and take a look?"

"It's fine. Yang Fei held his forehead with his hand, feeling dizzy and dry, and his throat was unbearably dry, "Take a pill and sleep well." ”

"I want to drink water. He spoke weakly.

Chen Mo quickly poured him a glass of water, turned out the cold medicine, and said, "Yang Fei, there is no medicine for fever, you wait, I'll go down and buy it." ”

Yang Fei's eyelids were heavy, he took cold medicine, and fell asleep on the bed with his head covered.

Chen Mo hurriedly went downstairs, bought antipyretics, and shook Yang Fei awake again.

Yang Fei's illness came quickly, but in fact, there was already an omen, in the past few days, he felt that his spirit was not very good, but he didn't care, he didn't expect it to break out tonight.

Chen Mo fed him medicine, worried that he would need something at night, so he stayed in his room.

The room air conditioning was turned on adequately.

Chen Mo touched Yang Fei's forehead from time to time, wrung a towel and covered it to dissipate heat for him.

Yang Fei slept soundly.

Chen Mo fell asleep and took a nap on the side of his bed.

In a daze, I heard Yang Fei shouting: "Chen Mo!

"I'm here," Chen Mo woke up and promised, "Yang Fei, I'm here." ”

Yang Fei grabbed her hand and put it to her face, but her eyes never opened.

Chen Mo was stunned.

Is he dreaming?

She gently withdrew her hand and tested the temperature of Yang Fei's forehead, which was still very hot.

You can't take too much antipyretics, and you can only help him dissipate heat by physically cooling him.

Chen Mo was busy for a while, helping Yang Fei physically cool down.

Yang Fei fell asleep again.

Chen Mo was tired, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at the time, it was already half past ten in the evening.

Yang Fei's phone rang, and it was Su Tong calling.

But he slept deeply and did not hear.

Chen Mo glanced at the call on the screen, hesitated, and didn't answer.

The phone rang and stopped ringing.

Bite!

A text message was sent.

Chen Mo didn't open it, and let the phone stay in place.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Fei woke up slowly.

He turned his head and saw Chen Mo sleeping on one side.

Looking at Chen Mo's silky black hair, Yang Fei's head buzzed.

What happened last night?

Why is Chen Mo in my bed?

I'm not going to do anything to her, am I?

Yang Fei stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the hair covering her face.

Chen Mo slept soundly, her beautiful face was quiet and serene, and her nose gently rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing.

Yang Fei tried hard to recall, but his memory of last night was still blank.

All he remembers was smoking on the balcony and then having a splitting headache, and then what happened?

Chen Mo's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes.

The two men looked at each other.

"Yang Fei, you're awake!" Chen Mo completely ignored the environment he was in, and smiled happily, "Last night, it scared me, you are so heavy, I can't hold it." ”

Yang Fei pointed at her, then at himself, and asked, "Last night, we?"

Chen Mo realized what he was talking about, blushed, got up, and said, "What do you think? You had a high fever last night, and I kept cooling you down, but then I got tired, and somehow, I fell asleep in your bed." ”

Yang Fei sighed and said with a smile: "Wouldn't it? A big beauty like you is lying next to me, and I actually slept like a dead pig and didn't do anything?"

"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" Chen Mo's eyes were like water, and his tone was cloudy.