At that time, Cheng Zhongguo and his friends were full of ambition and worked hard to save a factory that was on the verge of closure and prevent hundreds of employees from being laid off and unemployed. And they did, no matter how rustic Changyuan was, it has become a behemoth, giving thousands of employees a stable life, salary, bonuses, housing distribution, equity, dividends, and all kinds of invisible benefits.

Xu Tao closed the computer and stretched his waist, time passed, should it be said that the people of the past had a high ideological realm, or that the current people attach too much importance to immediate interests? She made up a prospect in her heart, if, just said that if one day she was the master of Changyuan, then what should she do? What she can give to the original employees of the company is definitely not as good as Cheng Zhongguo, and even Cheng Qinghe is not as good as Cheng Qinghe.

Just because they love the company, and love it deeply.

Xu Tao's face was wrinkled with sour thoughts. She paced around the room, doing a few stretches from time to time, but her thoughts flew out of the way.

If possible, she would like to interview Cheng Zhongguo and get his true answer: Are you and your friends still the same as before? Or, are you still the same with your friends?

Salty radish light worry!

Xu Tao threw himself a comment, changed his shoes and stepped out of the door. Not to mention Cheng Qinghe's trouble, in terms of the taste of food, the restaurant he took her to eat was really good, the materials were fresh, and the service attitude was good. Thinking of the melon shrimp balls that day, the sweetness of the melon and the freshness of the shrimp balls were intertwined, Xu Tao couldn't wait. She had already figured out what she wanted to eat, the wonton chicken in the sand nest, the soup was also available, the meat was also available, and the staple food was also available.

However, when she arrived at the store, there was no Wonton Chicken in Shawo, but there was Cheng Qinghe, who was still ill.

According to the waiter, Cheng Qinghe came a little early. They had just finished their pre-dinner meal and were about to start their meal when he pushed the door open and came in. Because he was a regular customer, the supervisor immediately assigned a waiter and a chef to take care of him. Cheng Qinghe's complexion was not good, and he only ordered a bowl of porridge after listening to the waiter's Jian yì, and the kitchen helped him prepare a dish of dried radish.

When the porridge came up, he was already lying on the table. The waiter called twice, he said he understood, and the waiter withdrew. When I looked back after half an hour, I found him asleep, his face flushed, as if he was having a fever. Before Xu Tao arrived, the supervisor and waiter got together to discuss the disposal method, and the ideal thing was to notify someone from the factory to pick him up. However, I don't know if it's too loud, Cheng Qinghe sat up and said sharply, "Shut up!"

With his angry shout, this plan naturally did not dare to be implemented, and everyone gathered at the cashier counter to discuss, Xu Tao happened to listen to it all when he came, and volunteered to take over the job, "I inform his sister." ”

Cheng Pinghe didn't answer the phone, and Xu Tao was not in a hurry, he ordered a few dishes and waited while eating.

There is no wonton chicken, change to coconut stewed chicken, eat alone, the pigeon's portion is just right, salted fish and eggplant pot, can't finish the packing. As for the green leafy vegetables, after eating nearly twenty kinds of vegetables last night, Xu Tao didn't want to touch them for the time being.

Cheng Qinghe is good-looking, even if he falls ill, the restaurant is still beautiful and delicious. His eyelashes are not thick, but they are slender and delicate, and the tails of his eyes are slightly raised. Xu Tao gently tested the temperature of his forehead with the back of his index finger and middle finger, it was hot, and he was really sick. The brother and sister are also quite interesting, one is drunk and doesn't want to go home, and the other uses the last bit of sobriety to emphasize not going back.

Xu Tao had heard rumors about Cheng Qinghe's mother's death: Cheng Zhongguo was busy with work, she had to go to work and take care of her children alone, and people often came to collect debts. Originally, she lost her postpartum recuperation, but a few years later, she couldn't support the illness and passed away. In addition, there is a version that Cheng Qinghe's mother committed suicide. Given that she didn't want to talk for many years, she probably suffered from depression. At that time, they didn't pay attention to mental illness, Cheng Zhongguo thought she was too much, and she was delicate and □□disease-free, but she didn't expect that she would really die in the end.

Even if he stepped back twenty years, there was no minor illness that caused death, so Xu Tao was more inclined to believe the latter statement. It is said that the boy is like a mother, but I don't know what Cheng Qinghe is like. However, according to the appearance of the old and new wounds on his body, he should not be so weak, not to mention that even if there is fire in his heart, it is almost the same every day.

Cheng Qinghe's lips are also good, but they will be as white as paper.

Xu Tao was a little embarrassed, he was so sick that he fell crookedly, but he ate and drank heavily. She called Cheng Pinghe again, but she still didn't answer, and she didn't reply to the text message. This bit of shyness will be gone when the food is delivered, and what should be eaten is still eaten.

Ding, and finally Cheng Pinghe replied with a text message, "Please take care of him." ”

Did you quarrel with someone in the company again? Xu Tao knew in his heart, Brother Qinghe, he is too capable of attracting hatred, and he can't help you toss so much when he says hello in circles. She stretched out two fingers and gently flicked Cheng Qinghe's chin, "Hey, Cheng Qinghe, wake up." ”

He woke up and looked up at her in a daze, his eyes watery.

Xu Tao was quick-eyed, and stuffed a cup of tea into his hand, "Drink some tea." Cheng Qing raised his cup and took a sip of tea.

"Take you to the hospital?"

He shook his head sluggishly.

"Home?"

Keep shaking your head.

"Company?"

Still shaking his head.

Xu Tao was out of options, "Where do you want to go?"

Still shaking his head, after a long time he said, "Whatever." ”

Whatever, do you want to go to heaven? Xu Tao beckoned someone to settle the bill. With just a turn of his head, Cheng Qinghe picked up the porridge and drank half a bowl. Xu Tao couldn't cry or laugh, and snatched the porridge bowl from his hand - it was heated up before eating, "If you are not feeling well, you can't eat cold." ”

"It's not cold, it's a pity to throw it away. He paused word by word.

Xu Tao was really convinced, "You will feel uncomfortable after eating cold, have you counted the registration fee, medical expenses, and lost work expenses? Which is not more expensive than a bowl of porridge?"

The tail of his eyes curled upward, "You're good at settling accounts." ”

Xu Tao snorted, "Yes, I calculate all the big accounts, and I don't fight for the gains and losses of a city or a place, or the glory and disgrace of an overnight day." ”

Cheng Qinghe watched her pay, and when the waiter walked away, he suddenly said, "You can talk to this, and you can talk to that, because you don't take it to heart?" ”

He nodded slowly, "I'm a joke." ”

It's good to recognize yourself. Xu Tao patted the back of his hand comfortingly, "I don't blame you, your position is not good." ”

"What do you do?"

She didn't think twice, "Pull one faction to fight another, consume a batch and then start, release the military power with a cup of wine that you know, and drive out if you don't know each other." ”

Cheng Qinghe's eyelids jumped, "......"

She didn't think about it and raised an eyebrow. They looked at each other, but they were silent.

"Let's go, if you don't go to the hospital, go to me. "It was Xu Tao who broke the boring situation.

Cheng Qinghe's eyes flickered, and when he got into the car, he finally couldn't help it, "You often invite others to where you live?" Xu Tao stared at him until he looked away before he spoke, "No." Cheng Qinghe's heart was unclear, so he jumped violently twice, but he was embarrassed to ask Zhao Congzhou if he had been there.

He got what he wanted, and Xu Tao automatically and consciously introduced, "The house was introduced by Zhao Congzhou, and his friend from other places." She made an expression of "You and I know why I came out of the original house" at Cheng Qinghe, "It's very beautiful and very comfortable." ”

When the green light was released, Cheng Qinghe said, "I'm sorry." ”

Affected by the radio music, Xu Tao didn't hear it clearly, and turned his head to look at him. He said it again, clearly, "I'm sorry. ”

They looked at each other until the car behind them honked its horn impatiently.

Xu Tao whistled nonchalantly while driving. She didn't blow very well, Cheng Qinghe's ears were deeply poisoned, frowning and complaining, "Fortunately, there are no children in the car." ”

Xu Tao was a blessing in disguise, and the second time he rented a house was a small single courtyard, and a pink chiba pomegranate was blooming brightly against the wall. Cheng Qinghe was also stunned, "It's very expensive here." "From the location to the type of house, there is nothing to find fault with is expensive.

Xu Tao squatted in front of the low cabinet and rummaged through the medicine, muttering, "It stands to reason that you shouldn't take antibiotics for diarrhea, and you don't need to take antibiotics." But you're having a fever again. As she spoke, she stood up and pulled out the thermometer from Cheng Qinghe's armpit, 39 degrees Celsius, and had a high fever. "I still have to take antibiotics. ”

"Why are you hoarding medicine?" Cheng Qinghe saw her medicine box for the second time, and it was dazzling.

"Be prepared. "When you live alone, you inevitably have to consider that when you don't even have the strength to buy medicine, you have to prepare necessities. Xu Tao mixed a large glass of water, added a little salt, added a little sugar, and stirred it for Cheng Qinghe to drink, "This can maintain the electrolyte balance in the body." ”

Cheng Qinghe took a sip and discerned the taste, which was not very good.

"Drink quickly. Xu Tao glared at him.

Cheng Qinghe was naughty, touched her head quickly, quickly retracted it, drank it honestly, and ate all the medicine that Xu Tao had prepared for him. The summer breeze was light, and he sat there, slowly falling asleep.

Xu Tao half-dragged and half-hugged him and put him on the bed, so tired that he couldn't lift his arms. Looking at Cheng Qinghe's sleeping face, she was angry, "You-there is something to say about me casually, I can sleep everywhere." He also said that he would sleep and not say hello. ”

Cheng Qinghe's eyelashes trembled slightly, turned over, pulled up the thin quilt and covered his face.

"Alas-you!"

In the afternoon, Cheng Pinghe finally called back, she accompanied Cheng Zhongguo to participate in activities in other places, and did not come back that day.

The disadvantage is that no one claims Cheng Qinghe, and the advantage is that "there is no one else in the uncle's family, and no one knows that he didn't go back." ”

So, did he deliberately rely on her?-Xu Tao waved his fist at Cheng Qinghe, who was buried in the quilt all over his body, and accepted the reality to take care of the sick number.

Having said that, who knows if someone will report to Cheng Zhongguo, and his face will be very good-looking at that time. Xu Tao imagined it for a while, and he was already overjoyed. Just for Cheng Zhongguo, she may be angry, and she has to take Cheng Qinghe in. "I just like the way you can't get used to me and can't cure me", it's also a disease.

Xu Tao Taotao cooked porridge, she could do whatever she wanted, but maybe she was too full for lunch, or she could be contagious, she yawned constantly, and fell asleep leaning on the edge of the bed.

Cheng Qinghe woke up, and he didn't know where he was for a few seconds, but Xu Tao shrank on the side of the bed and slept soundly, and what came into her eyes was her sleeping face with her eyebrows and eyes stretched. The only thing that is incongruous is her sleeping position, sleeping on her side, her whole body curled up in a ball, her hands clasped to her chest.

Like a fetus in the mother's womb.

Interesting, Cheng Qinghe wanted to wake her up, but the two were more than an arm's length apart. He didn't bother to get up, and watched her sleep soundly through the twilight that was getting fainter and fainter.

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In the morning, Xu Taoding's mobile phone alarm rang, she opened her eyes, saw another pair of eyes, and remembered that she woke up in the middle of the night and saw that he was still asleep, so she also fell asleep again. It was as if she had one dream after another, but luckily there was an alarm clock that could pull her out of the dream.

After a while, Cheng Qinghe realized that he had shared a bed with a woman he didn't know well all night.

Xu Tao's self-care washing seemed to have a stabilizing effect, and he got up slowly, the only thing he was curious about was that when she woke up several times last night, she was always in that sleeping position. Isn't it tired? Lying flat is the most correct way to rest, but he and she are not familiar enough to discuss.

Is it because he is afraid of his aggression? Cheng Qinghe didn't dare to think about it, he thought he was a gentleman, and he didn't deliberately pretend to be asleep.

After breakfast, Xu Tao announced, "Zhao Congzhou is outside the door, he will send you." ”

Why did you call him here? Could it be that in her mind, Zhao Congzhou is the real person to be close to? Does she know how many good sisters he has? Cheng Qinghe's heart was like a worm bite, and he used all his strength to control it, he knew that he would lose as soon as these words came out, but if he said it or not, it would not affect anything, and she didn't care about his opinion.

This thought was like a sledgehammer hitting the atrium, and he accepted the arrangement weakly, but it was very consistent with the identity of the sick number, and Zhao Congzhou, who was eager to bear the guilt, did not notice the abnormality. Zhao Congzhou couldn't remember what kind of food hurt Cheng Qinghe when he thought about it desperately, could it be that the disgust in his heart could also kill a person?