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When Xia Yu went in again, Lu Zhao had woken up and was leaning against the bed, continuing to read the documents brought by his secretary.
Xia Yu stood at the door and couldn't help rolling his eyes. If Lu Zhao was really a robot, then one of his factory settings must be "work until death."
When Lu Zhao heard the noise at the door, he raised his head and met Xia Yu's eyes.
Xia Yu walked over slowly and sat down on the chair next to Lu Zhao. During these few steps, Lu Zhao's eyes followed him and fell directly on his face.
After waking up, Lu Zhao was far from being as quiet and fragile as he was when he was asleep, and he looked indestructible.
"Why are you here?" Lu Zhao asked in a low voice, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
Xia Yu, "Lu Yuan called and said you were sick, so he asked me to come and see you."
He sold Lu Yuan without any psychological burden.
Lu Zhao frowned but said nothing.
In fact, he didn't really want Xia Yu to see him sick. He looked sickly and as lifeless as this snow-white, cold room.
Xia Yu won't like it.
But he still stared at Xia Yu. Compared with his haggard appearance after not seeing him for a few days, Xia Yu looked very healthy, with bright eyes. He was wearing a light-colored top and a kitten earring on his ear.
Lu Zhao felt like he was stabbed in the heart.
He thought reluctantly that this might mean that Xia Yu was also very happy with Xu Zhan these days.
A cheating husband did not make Xia Yu depressed. Xia Yu was still as beautiful as a rose. She would sleep in the same bed with Xu Zhan, and they would visit a young orphaned child together to discuss whether to adopt him.
This caused Lu Zhao's stomach to ache again, and he coughed a few times.
Xia Yu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by him.
Before coming to the hospital, he thought that he just wanted to see whether Lu Zhao was alive or dead and then leave.
But when I really saw it, I felt that Lu Zhao lying on the sickbed was really a bit pitiful.
In the several years they have been together, he has hardly ever seen Lu Zhao get sick. The occasional time he got sick was just a minor cold that would heal in a few days.
But he himself was not in good health. He had fever, stomach problems, and appendicitis. None of them were serious illnesses, but they were quite tiring. He was with Lu Zhao when he had his appendectomy. Lu Zhao said he didn't care about him, but he stayed with him until he was discharged from the hospital.
Thinking of this, he felt a little soft-hearted, especially because Lu Zhao didn't look very good, his lips were pale, and he looked like a pale sculpture.
He took a kiwi fruit and a fruit knife from the fruit basket beside the bed, peeled it slowly, and asked Lu Zhao, "Why did you torture yourself to the point of gastric bleeding? No one around you cares about you? Do you really think you are made of iron?"
With Lu Zhao in such a position and so many eyes around him, there would always be someone who would be eager to show his courtesy.
But Lu Zhao said, "Who will take care of me?"
His voice was very calm, just stating a fact: his mother had passed away, his father had relinquished power and moved in with his lover most of the time, and the only people around him besides his subordinates were his cousin Lu Yuan, but Lu Yuan had no control over him.
Lu Zhao lowered his eyes and said softly, "You don't care about me either."
But after he said this, he seemed to regret it and closed his mouth tightly.
He was indeed not used to showing weakness, but during the few days he was sick, apart from treating his illness and working, he would always think about what Xia Yu was doing in the remaining time.