Yuan Che didn't take Fang Ru's resistance seriously at all, but due to the failure of the lovemaking plan, he accumulated a stomach full of resentment and dissatisfaction with desire, and drove back angrily in the yacht, as if he planned to deal with Fang Ru after returning .
However, he was doomed to be disappointed. Fang Ru "luckily" fell ill as soon as he returned. He drank the drugged wine before, and jumped into the sea bravely. The end result was a fever and a cold, so he could only lie limply on the bed.
Yuan Che sent the doctor away, came to the bedside with a bowl of porridge, and said with a sullen face, "You are too weak, so you will get sick."
Who is to blame for this? Fang Ru drooped his eyelids, huddled under the quilt and said nothing.
"Okay, let's go to sleep after eating a bowl of porridge." Yuan Che couldn't see his pitiful appearance, and subconsciously restrained his temper.
Fang Ru sat up slowly, took the porridge and sipped it.
Yuan Che was stuck beside the bed like a telephone pole, staring intently. Fang Ru, who was sick, looked limp, his cheeks were flushed with fever, he didn't have the usual gentle smile, but he was a little more serene and well-behaved, which aroused pity. Yuan Che felt itchy in his heart when he saw it, and wanted to rub him into his arms and love him a lot.
"Rest well, don't worry about family affairs these few days, get well first." Yuan Che walked out of the room with an empty bowl.
The door was gently closed, Fang Ru lay back into bed, closed his eyes and thought nothing, planned to sleep comfortably and enjoy the feeling of being cared for once.
After an unknown amount of time, there was a faint sound of ping-pong-pong outside the door. Fang Ru opened his eyes wearily, listened carefully for a while, turned over and sat up, took off his shoes, walked to the door, opened the door a crack, and poked outside, only to see a pillow flying out of the living room, crashing miserably on the side of the corridor corner, and landed with a clatter.
What's the matter? Yuan Che hasn't smashed anything for a long time, could it be a relapse of mania
Fang Ru quietly approached the living room along the wall, touched the wall and looked around. Unexpectedly, Yuan Che just turned his head to look this way, and the two looked at each other.
Yuan Che regained his seriousness in an instant, walked over with strides, and asked displeasedly, "Why did you run out?"
Fang Ru looked at the brutally poisoned lunch box on the coffee table, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, it's just that the takeaway doesn't suit your taste." Yuan Che hugged Fang Ru and sent him to the room, "Go and lie down, I'll ask someone to deliver a few more, and we'll eat together later."
Fang Ru was stuffed back into the bed.
About half an hour later, Yuan Che came in with food boxes and laid them out on the bedside table.
Fang Ru looked carefully, and found that they were all bland food. Yuan Che has a strong taste, how can he eat such a dish
"Why don't you order something you like to eat?"
"Trouble. Eat as much as you can." Yuan Che replied casually.
soon? The nitpicking he also has the word "just enough" in his dictionary
In fact, before Fang Ru came, Yuan Che's food had always been in charge of special personnel, and he never ordered by himself. Later, Fang Ru nourished his stomach, so he didn't even bother to study the menu. This time he only said that he wanted meals suitable for patients, and the restaurant delivered them.
While eating, Fang Ru observed Yuan Che's expression, seeing that he was eating heavily, he couldn't help but want to laugh. In the past, he would have left the bowl and chopsticks long ago, but now he can insist on eating two bites, which is already a great improvement.
"Remember to take medicine half an hour after meals," Yuan Che reminded.
"Well, I know." Fang Ru hoped that the illness would last longer, so that he would not always worry about Yuan Che's animal behavior.
At one o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, Fang Ru, who was drowsy, heard the sound of bang bang bang coming from the next door.
He put the pillow over his head and didn't want to pay attention to it, but the voice continued, which disturbed him a little.
Fang Ru sighed, got up resignedly, and followed the sound.
In the gym, Yuan Che, who was naked to the waist, was concentrating on practicing boxing, his feet were stepping rhythmically, and his fists hit the sandbags, making a muffled sound. The muscles on his body moved with his movements, sweat dripped from his hair, his eyes were sharp and full of wildness, completely different from his usual rigor.
Yuan Che stopped punching, caught a glimpse of Fang Ru who was standing at the door in a daze from out of the corner of his eye, and asked, "Did it bother you?"
"No, I just woke up." Fang Ru naturally picked up the towel and handed it to Yuan Che.
Yuan Che took it over, and asked while wiping his sweat, "How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"
"It's much better." Fang Ru stared at him and said, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
"Can't sleep." Yuan Che sullenly, with a stiff expression.
At this moment, a strange sound came from Yuan Che's stomach.
This is... Hungry
The two were relatively silent.
After a while, Fang Ru sighed, "Why don't you get something to eat when you're hungry?"
"It's late, there's nothing to eat." Yuan Che followed Fang Ru out of the gym.
"Isn't there still some snacks at home?" Fang Ru walked into the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and saw that there was not even a scrap of food left in it.
He looked back at Yuan Che.
Yuan Che shrugged and said calmly, "I've already finished eating."
He took it to the company at noon and wiped it out in one go.
Fang Ru smiled helplessly: "You go take a shower first, and I'll make you something to eat."
"Yeah." Yuan Che was in high spirits, and came over to hug Fang Ru, rubbing his sweat stains. Sure enough, his Fang Ru still felt sorry for him.
"It smells like sweat, go take a shower."
Chasing Yuan Che away, Fang Ru rubbed his dizzy forehead and started cooking noodles for him.
After a while, Yuan Che returned to the kitchen smelling the aroma after taking a shower, and leaned against the door quietly watching Fang Ru's busy back. The water vapor in the pot curls up, and the boiling water gurgles continuously. The simple picture reveals a wonderful warmth. Yuan Che is nostalgic for this feeling, which feels like home.
"Okay, you can eat." Fang Ru walked into the living room with a bowl in his hand.
Yuan Che followed step by step like a big dog.
Putting the bowls and chopsticks on the table, Fang Ru looked up inadvertently, and immediately froze. It's only been one day, how did the living room become so horrible? Newspapers were scattered all over the floor mixed with soot, used tissues were discarded randomly, pillows were thrown in unknown corners, there were still oil stains on the coffee table, and the suits that had been taken off were crumpled...
What a wrecker with terrible living habits! Fang Ru looked at Yuan Che who was seriously eating noodles with melancholy eyes. Usually well-dressed, with an elite appearance, when he returns home, he turns into a bandit, unscrupulous.
Fang Ru couldn't bear the mess, picked up tools and started cleaning.
Yuan Che ate the hot noodles, stretched his eyebrows, and said, "Don't be too busy, I'll call a part-time worker to take care of it tomorrow."
"I am your life assistant, cleaning is my job." Fang Ru replied routinely.
"You're still sick."
You also know that I am still sick! Fang Ru had a headache. This guy is restless as soon as he comes back, and makes troubles from time to time, what is going on
He originally thought that Yuan Che's condition had been basically cured, but now it seems that it still remains to be seen. He was also a little anxious, and only wanted to end the treatment as soon as possible, but did not observe and analyze more rigorously.
Yuan Che's possessiveness towards him has gone beyond the normal range, and he may misfire at any time. He is in a dilemma now, he can't really go to bed with him for the sake of treatment, right? But he couldn't ignore Yuan Che, he always wanted to take care of him habitually. Before, he resisted confidently, but when he saw the chaos of his life, he couldn't help but soften his heart. He wanted him probably because he was afraid of losing him, the person who could bring him a little comfort.
After working hard for a long time, Fang Ru finally tidied up the living room, drank warm water, greeted Yuan Che casually, staggered back to his room, and fell asleep.
"Fang Ru, Fang Ru?" Yuan Che followed and called out softly while sitting by the bed.
Fang Ru muttered a few times in a daze, but did not wake up.
Yuan Che reached out and touched his forehead, and found that the temperature seemed to be higher.
His heart tightened, and he immediately took out his phone and dialed the number of his private doctor, waking him up from his slumber and ordering him to rush to his house within ten minutes.
"Mr. Fang's mental state is not very good, and his condition shows signs of aggravation. If the fever has not subsided after tonight, I suggest sending him to the hospital." The doctor said.
"He took the medicine and got enough sleep, why did his condition worsen?" Yuan Che stared at him coldly.
The doctor gave a chill and replied cautiously: "I guess his sleep quality is not good. Was he ever woken up while he was asleep, or did he get cold when he got up?"
Yuan Che fell silent, his face gloomy.
Seeing his expression, the doctor guessed the general idea, and continued: "The patient needs to rest, pay attention to the cold, and don't work too hard." He deliberately emphasized the last two words. The messy hickey marks on Fang Ru's body have not dissipated, he can see clearly.
"Okay, I see." After listening to the doctor's order, Yuan Che hurried away impatiently, "You can go."
It really comes and goes when you call it! The doctor was full of tears. But the next day he got the big red envelope sent by Yuan Che, and Lao Huai comforted him.
Yuan Che sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at Fang Ru, feeling a little sour for no reason.
He lay down on his side, carefully hugged him into his arms, felt the heat of his body, and said softly, "I'm sorry."
He didn't know how to take care of people, and he didn't realize that his actions could hurt him. Thinking about it carefully, Fang Ru has been tolerant and considerate of him, and he doesn't care about his violent temper. Over time, he became more and more casual. As long as he is by his side, he doesn't need to suppress himself, and can show his emotions as he wants.
"Fang Ru...you are mine." He didn't allow him to escape, even if he died, he would die by his side. This person is indispensable to him.
The next day, Fang Ru's fever subsided a lot. Yuan Che hired a nanny to take care of him, while he stayed in the company, just to give him a completely quiet environment. He knew that as long as he was at home, Fang Ru would not be able to rest in peace.
But in this way, the company's employees will be out of luck. The irritable Yuan Che began to vent his anger indiscriminately, which made everyone in the company feel insecure and the atmosphere was weird. After working overtime for two consecutive days, several unidentified creatures with haggard spirits and dismal faces appeared.