He used the key to lock the door of the school building, and closed the gate with another bang.

Huo Niansheng patiently followed him and waited for him.

Or like a cheetah, guarding its prey.

Of course Chen Wengang didn't know how to run, Huo Niansheng made an appointment with him on the first day.

An upscale French restaurant, two VIP tickets to the Turandot opera.

This is a standard appointment process.

Huo Niansheng took out a bouquet of Rhodes roses from the car. The most standard positive red has a rich texture and the flowers are as large as fists.

Chen Wengang took it with a smile: "Thank you." ”

Huo Niansheng opened the car door for him: "Let's go, find a place to eat first." ”

Suddenly thunder rolled on the road, dark clouds gathered, and soon, the rain smashed into the car windows, and it was dark on the sky and the earth.

When he arrived at the door, Huo Niansheng got out of the car first, pulled out an umbrella from the Rolls-Royce door, and opened it for Chen Wengang gentlemanly.

He tossed the keys to the parking attendant, and the doorman bowed slightly, smiling professionally to open the door for them.

The bad weather didn't affect tonight's arrangement, and I couldn't fault it. The restaurant is chartered and there are only two guests. The violin sounds are melodious, the environment is elegant, and the chef himself asks if the dining experience is enjoyable and if there is anything that needs to be improved.

For each dish, change a pair of knives and forks inward one by one. Chen Wengang wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and he couldn't fault the etiquette.

Huo Niansheng leaned on the back of the chair relaxedly, his eyes following his movements.

They all know where this date is going to end.

After the singing of "Turandot", the audience in formal clothes gave a standing ovation, the opera ended, and the crowd slowly moved towards the entrance of the theater.

All of this is a long pre-play, waiting to bring the atmosphere to its climax.

Finally, Chen Wengang was taken to the hotel by Huo Niansheng.

Five stars, like last time - find a good place.

Huo Niansheng's intentions were clear, and he spent a lot of time to make Chen Wengang really accept him. Although the drama is old-fashioned, it can be effective. Today's emotions are already very full, and both of them know it in their hearts. Chen Wengang sat down on the bed and raised his face tamely.

Huo Niansheng leaned over, pressed his knee against the edge of the bed, and sank into a deep dent.

His thumb was warm, and he wiped it under Chen Wengang's eyes: "Look at me later, okay?" ”

The eyes on the other side were palpitating, Chen Wengang's breath was chaotic, and his slender fingers were inserted into his hair.

He gave permission himself: "You can do whatever you want." ”

Huo Niansheng's neck was pulled down, and he was heard repeating in his ear: "You can do whatever you want to me." ”

The presidential suite on the 50th floor is high and windy, and those who are afraid of heights are afraid to look at it with a chill. But tonight the rain was pouring down, and the vast smoke and rain cut off the night scene in the distance. Thousands of strands of water net hung on the glass, and Chen Wengang saw the white breath he exhaled.

His forehead was pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, and his eyes were half-down, and he suddenly lifted them.

The vague water vapor was wiped away, and in the empty sight, I faintly saw a few stars on the other side of the river strung into a beaded chain.

Behind the Changhong glass, the warm water of the bathtub is sprinkled with rose petals, splashed out with the water, and spreads all over the ground.

*

The rain was much quieter in the second half of the night, and Huo Niansheng kissed him on the shoulder: "What are you thinking?" ”

Chen Wengang moved, as if he thought he had said something, but in fact he didn't make a sound. Huo Niansheng looked down at him again, his eyelids were about to close, and he stopped bothering him: "Sleep." Chen Wengang was extremely sleepy, as if comforted, and slipped into sleep with his words.

On the edge of consciousness, there are still some wandering thoughts, it is his own voice, thinking of the ancients who said, the past cannot be admonished, and the coming can still be chased.

*

When the sky was bright again, it was already clear, as clear as a mirror, dispelling a little summer heat.

Chen Wengang rarely slept until three o'clock in the morning, but he didn't wake up until noon that day.

In the morning, he was woken up by the biological clock for a moment, and he stretched out his heavy eyelids and tried to send a message to Zheng Maoxun, asking him to help him take a leave of absence at the company. After losing a few times, the words couldn't be connected, and the mobile phone was pulled out by Huo Niansheng, and it seemed that he was typing on his behalf.

Chen Wengang didn't care how he said it, and he fell into a dream again with his head down.

The dream is chaotic, the light is strange, and many strange shadows are running around.

At first he was so tired that he fell asleep, but then he couldn't wake up, his throat became hard, and he was so thirsty that a fire was burning.

realized that he had a fever, or because Huo Niansheng stretched out his hand to try his forehead, asking if he was thirsty and whether he drank water.

Chen Wengang's mind was dizzy, his voice was like blocked cotton, and listening to the other party's speech was like thunder in the sky.

The wall of the cup touched his mouth, and he opened his mouth and tasted the warm water with a sweet taste, as if it had been mixed with honey.

Huo Niansheng helped the man up, fed him a cup, and saw that he was drinking greedily, as if he was very thirsty, so he turned around and poured another cup.

。

If there are outsiders at this time, he should be shocked, after all, Huo Niansheng should not be able to serve people - no matter what his background is, at least he has been surrounded by nannies and tutors since he was a child, and he is only served by others, and now he is so skilled in doing this.

I don't know how long it took, the doctor arrived, took his temperature, and saw the scene in the house, and understood what was going on. I saw Huo Niansheng say a few words to the person on the bed, lifted a little quilt, and turned him over half of his body to facilitate injections.

The doctor stepped forward to take a closer look. and the last time

That one is different, this is Huo Niansheng's usual family doctor, he is very familiar with him, and he has never dealt with his little lover before, this is the first time. Especially when I saw many traces, I was surprised and surprised in my heart, and even wanted to see the true face of this awakened person. But as a family doctor, being strict is the first thing, knowing what to be curious about and what not to be curious about.

In addition to the fever, I also left some extra medicine and said a few precautions.

Huo Niansheng said: "It's okay, give it to me." ”

The doctor nodded: "I'll write down the usage and dosage." "There's nothing else to do here.

Huo Niansheng first pulled out a piece of coagulation paste from a pile of medicines, grabbed a thin wrist from the quilt, and slowly smeared the bruises.

Chen Wengang was not awake yet, his sleep was disturbed, and he subconsciously wanted to take it back, but he was firmly trapped.

Huo Niansheng "shh ”

After a pause, Chen Wengang struggled to sit up, trying to find a comfortable position, his eyes didn't open, and leaned into his arms like a cat. Huo Niansheng's heart was soft.

It is really the best time for a man to speak when he has been in bed, and when he speaks, he wishes that the stars and the moon could give him too.

What's more, last night was especially in my ears, and I really could do anything. Huo Niansheng went to pour himself a glass of ice water again, drank it all, and then suppressed the restlessness, and stood in front of the window for two stops, not knowing whether to reflect or reminisce.

He was originally preparing for this night, but Chen Wengang fell ill and couldn't pull out when he was dragged along.

In the middle, Aanda, Yu Shanding and others called, and Huo Niansheng lazily pushed everything he had to do.

It's not that he can't be busy, so he asked the doctor to stay, but Huo Niansheng didn't have this plan. He had never bothered so much to please someone, and it was easy to make his mark, and it was time to enjoy the results.

In the evening, Chen Wengang's forehead was still a little hot, he had a cold, a little cold, but he couldn't say that he wouldn't go home again. Although the hotel is attentive, it is not a suitable place to recuperate all the time.

Huo Niansheng sent the person back to Zheng's house, so that he could go back to his familiar place to rest.

Chen Wengang wanted to go in quietly, but he met the housekeeper Lin Bo at the door: "Why is it still freezing this day, blowing the air conditioner and being cold?" ”

Chen Wengang was top-heavy, and he was charged with a crime in vain, and was handed over to him by Huo Niansheng.

Lin Bo helped him and glanced at Huo Niansheng, he was old and refined, and Chen Wengang knew that he couldn't hide it from him anymore.

But the housekeeper didn't say anything, and heard him say that he hadn't eaten at night, so he asked the kitchen to cook some porridge and send it over, and didn't mention anything else.

In the end, when you are young, after enough sleep, your body will repair itself, and the next day there will be no major problems.

Chen Wengang was in better spirits, and he didn't go to school, and it was not the peak season on the company's side recently, so he simply asked Zheng Maoxun to take a few more days off.

The reason is that the final exam is imminent, but there are other reasons, which has to blame Huo Niansheng, the bruises on the wrists of the tie have not disappeared, some are blue and yellow, and it is when he looks scary, he can't cover it with a long-sleeved shirt, and it doesn't look like a word.

Chen Wengang reads in the large study room shared by the whole family. Later, Zheng Baoqiu also came over to review his homework.

She looked at the two lines, and finally couldn't help asking, "Where did you go the day before yesterday and yesterday?" Still sick? ”

"Dating." Chen Wengang said succinctly, "It's raining and catching a cold." ”

"With whom?"

"I won't tell you."

"Hmph, I know, with my cousin."

"And you still ask?" Chen Wengang raised his eyes and begged her.

"Alas......" she was stunned and shook her head in an old-fashioned manner, "you don't listen to persuasion." ”

"yes." A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "So don't tell anyone." ”

"Got it, as you please." Zheng Baoqiu was speechless when he saw his expression, Chen Wengang was gentle and gentle, and no one could change his stubbornness, "By the way, let's talk about other gossip, have you heard that Mu Qing met a Bole, what kind of curator, and he had to help him open an art exhibition." ”

"yes, in which museum?" Chen Wengang thought for a moment, and didn't remember that the other party had organized this exhibition in his previous life.

"I don't know, I only heard him and others being modest, saying that his level was not enough, and it was the other party who insisted on pushing him as a newcomer, as if people were begging to praise him." She said, "What's the matter, it's better to show off directly, I obviously remember that he also wants to be popular." ”

There is also a reason why she said this, and the two people present knew that Mu Qing had been tossing and thinking that it was true that he was popular since he went to college.

But after all, the modern art circle also says that it is necessary to be famous as soon as possible, and who still wants to be Van Gogh now, and only be appreciated after death?

Especially in the year he entered the school, there was a "genius young painter" in the same grade of the Kimdae Academy of Arts, and he was full of limelight and gimmicks before completing the admission procedures.

Zheng Baoqiu commented sharply in private, Mu Qing is the kind of envy, jealousy and hatred, if he doesn't become popular, he will hold back his fault: "Do you think he can be popular this time?" ”

What the Zheng family lacks is not money and energy, but Zheng Bingyi feels that painting is not a serious job, and he is not willing to support his uncle. Fortunately, there is no shortage of contacts in this circle, the difference is just an insider who led him in, and now I think I have met this nobleman.

"I don't know. Look at the level. ”

"I find it difficult. It's been two years of tossing, and I haven't mixed up a bright hall in school. I wonder who is behind him? ”

Chen Wengang knocked Zheng Baoqiu with a pen: "Collect the gossip heart, review your own well, don't always distract yourself." ”