Shen Kong stepped forward and supported Han Li who was sliding down.
Feeling the heat under his palm that was beyond the normal range, Shen Kong frowned and reprimanded: "Didn't I ask you to wait in the room?"
Han Li shook his head in confusion, as if he wanted to discern the meaning of Shen Kong's words. After a long time, he raised his head, staring at Shen Kong's face with wet eyes, and suddenly smiled:
"I'm a little worried about you."
Shen Kong was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer.
At this moment, the power-cut elevator at the end of the corridor buzzed and shook twice, and the floor button that had been black for a long time lit up. It seemed that someone finally discovered something unusual about this floor and finally sent someone to solve the problem.
There was just a "ding" sound, and the elevator door opened. Almost at the same time, the locked stairwell on the side was also violently knocked open.
Security personnel in uniforms rushed into the corridor that was empty just now. A young man in a gray suit walked quickly at the front, his frowning brows filled with unconcealable anxiety.
When he saw Shen Kong and Han Li who was being supported by him, he ran forward in fright. Looking at Han Li who was unsteady on his feet, he felt awkward when speaking:
"What happened? This..."
When Shen Kong raised his head and looked away, Han Li instantly stopped his pure and gentle demeanor and stared at the man coldly, with an obvious threat in his sinister eyes.
The young man was choked by the sight. He subconsciously swallowed the second half of the sentence in his throat, and his words changed instantly:
"This... how is this friend? Is he injured in any way?"
Shen Kong glanced at Han Li, who looked sick, and answered for him:
"He has a fever, nothing else."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to the bodyguards behind him and coldly ordered: "Control all these irrelevant people and find out how they got in. The waiters go to the box to check on the guests."
After the orderly orders were given, the number of people in the corridor instantly decreased a lot.
The young man turned to look at Shen Kong again and said pleasantly: "I'm sorry to disturb you. Our store will try its best to compensate you for your losses. Here is my business card. If you have anything in the future, you can contact me directly."
Shen Kong raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, "Are you the boss here?"
"no… "
As soon as the words came out, the young man clearly felt a cold and terrifying gaze cast from a distance. The smile on his face froze, as if a thorn in his back. He did not dare to look back, and added with a bit of stuttering: " The boss... is not in the store today."
Feeling that the gaze on him finally slowly withdrew, the young man breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.
Shen Kong took the black business card and stuffed it into his pocket after briefly glancing at it.
The young man asked respectfully: "Well, where are you going to go next? The hospital? After all, your fright tonight is also the result of our store's lax security. We can prepare a car to take you to your destination."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Kong felt the arms around his neck tighten slightly.
Han Li pursed his lips, with water in his eyes, and said weakly: "...I won't go to the hospital."
The young man took a deep breath, forced himself to look away from the other person, and hypnotized himself in his mind - This is not my boss, this is not my boss, this is not my boss...
Shen Kong frowned: "Are you okay if you have a fever?"
Han Li rested his head on his shoulder, his voice hoarse and vague: "... The hospital doesn't work, I just need a sleep."
Shen Kong was rough-skinned and had a big heart. He nodded: "Okay, tell me where your home address is..."
"Zhao Jun." The young man quickly reported his name.
Han Li was silent at this moment.
Shen Kong stretched out his hand and pulled his face up, only to see that his eyelids were closed tightly, his eyelashes were hanging quietly, and his cheeks were hot.
He seemed to have fallen asleep.
Zhao Yun: "..." He obviously still had the energy to glare at me just now.
Shen Kong was a little nervous, but he couldn't forcefully wake him up in front of everyone, so he turned to Zhao Yun and said, "Forget it, I'll take him to my house."
After speaking, he skillfully reported a list of addresses.
Zhao Yun did not dare to neglect, and quickly found someone to prepare the vehicle. As soon as he turned around, the calmness on his face collapsed into pieces, revealing an expression of someone stepping down from the sky - it's over, he actually witnessed the cold boss today If you act like a baby online, you will be silenced! ! !
Shen Kong helped Han Li into the car and got on the car from the other side.
The vehicle slowly drove away from the door of the puzzle, and the dim lights printed on the windows became blurred as the speed increased, smearing on the smooth and cold windows like stretched golden silver lines.
He turned to look at Han Li, who was sleeping in the back seat, and narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be thinking about something.
At this moment, the system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time popped up in Shen Kong's mind, and he said something heartbreaking in a mechanical and plain tone: "What a good child this is, corrector, can you bear to Are you going to treat him with the indifferent and negative attitude you had before? It's not too late to change his outlook on life. This can prevent him from being betrayed by others and dying alone. Moreover, once the mission fails, your points will be cleared as well. Zero, the gain outweighs the loss.”
"Are you beating around the bush and saying that I'm passive and slow in my work?"
Shen Kong hit the nail on the head.
System:... Aren't you
It had long seen Shen Kong's ability to confuse right and wrong and continue to say: "No, that's not what I meant. As an auxiliary system, I suggest that the corrector should have more contact with the task target. The formation of three views and Correction does not happen overnight, and it is not enough to just prevent the mission target from being bullied according to the plot. To correct him, you must use your patience and care to influence him and let him embark on a healthy and normal path from now on. "
The car bumped, and Han Li's head, which was tilted behind the seat, was knocked off. His dark forehead was spread out in a mess, blocking his closed eyes.
The neon lights flashing continuously outside the car window streaked across his red cheeks, casting deep shadows on his deeply contoured features. It seemed that he could still vaguely see the tear-stained face, but still stubbornly remained silent. Little boy's shadow.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully examined Han Li's calm face for a while.
He hesitated for a rare moment, and then said calmly to the system in his heart:
"Okay, I will try your suggestion this time, but there is one condition - you don't interfere with my way of doing things."
Shen Kong lowered his eyes, the cigarette hanging from his lips hung downward, and his palms were half-closed.
With a "click" sound, blue flames shot out from the metal lighter, leaving a flickering light on his face.
The night outside the window was thin, and the old and mottled windows were half-open. The silent night wind blew from the window, blowing away the pale and misty smoke.
What Han Li saw when he woke up was this scene.
The thin boy was sitting on a chair by the window, his slender legs crossed and a slender cigarette held between his fingers.
In the smoke, the gentle and handsome facial features showed a cold sense of alienation, and he looked out the window with his eyelids half-lidded, with a kind of looseness and indifference that he couldn't care about anything.
Han Li stared at him steadily for a long time before slowly exhaling.
He propped up his upper body with his arms, climbed up slowly, looked around, and found out that he was lying on the bed at Cheng Chen's home.
The soft touch of the starched quilt came under his fingertips, as if he could still vaguely smell the reassuring light breath of the young man.
Han Li frowned and tried to recall the previous memories.
Perhaps due to the high fever, the previous memories seemed to be covered with a layer of fuzzy fog, almost giving him the illusion that he was still in a dream.
The last scene in his mind was that he was helped into the car by Cheng Chen. Immediately afterwards, the awake state he had forcibly maintained before was overwhelmed by the surge of drowsiness and fatigue, and he quickly lost consciousness as the car started.
Unexpectedly, after Han Li fell into a deep sleep, the strange and realistic nightmare that kept repeating did not appear again. Han Li could not remember what else he dreamed about, and could only vaguely recall some broken memories. Scattered fragments - misty rain, wet fingers, and the smell of grass crushed on the fingertips.