In the room—
Shen Mucheng quickly browsed the newly received email, and said while reading: "Send someone to keep an eye on Hengyun, especially their connection with the He family."
"No problem," Shen Yun nodded, and reported another matter, "After our people sent Shen Rongchang to the Wu family the day before yesterday, the Wu family sent him back that afternoon."
"Well, how is it?" Shen Mucheng didn't raise his head, and didn't care about his cousin's fate at all.
"A leg was broken, the same as where the young master of the Wu family was injured." Shen Yun said.
Shen Mucheng was not surprised by this result at all: "What does Fourth Uncle say?"
"I heard from Uncle Zhao that the fourth master was so distressed that he rushed to the hospital without even talking about business. It is said that Shen Rongchang's leg is impossible to recover completely. When the fourth master came back that night, he was so angry that he smashed the things in the study. " Shen Yun said, with a gloating tone, happy to hear about Shen Rongchang's fate.
"I didn't expect him to be able to resist the attack." Shen Yu said.
The fate of Shen Rongchang was expected by Shen Mucheng, but he didn't expect that Shen Qiuxiong didn't contact him after two days. He thought that even if Shen Qiuxiong wouldn't turn against him face to face over this matter, he would make a phone call to ask him to answer according to his temperament, but it was surprising that he could endure it.
"I think he's venting his anger behind his back at most now, and he doesn't dare to tear himself apart with the boss." Shen Yun said.
"That's true, at least he still knows who is in charge of our Shen family." Shen Yu nodded, and then asked Shen Mucheng, "Boss, then do we want Hengyun's stock..."
"Don't worry about it." Shen Mucheng interrupted him, closed the computer in his hand, and looked up at the wall clock on the wall.
Shen Yu followed his gaze and found that it was past eleven o'clock in the morning. In the morning, he and Shen Yun immediately came to report to the BOSS when he received the urgent mail from his subordinates. Unexpectedly, the conversation lasted three hours. Did not eat breakfast.
"I was negligent, I'll have someone bring it up immediately." Shen Yu stood up as she spoke.
"Just go down." Shen Mucheng stopped him, put the computer aside and got up to change clothes. He stopped after walking two steps, and asked back, "Where are the others?"
"...who?" Shen Yun asked inexplicably.
Shen Mucheng frowned, but Shen Yu immediately reacted and said, "Mr. Luo should still be in the room, I'll go over and ask him to come with me."
According to Luo Shaoheng's sticky behavior yesterday, Shen Mucheng thought that he would come to find someone early in the morning, and it shouldn't have taken him so long to show up.
Thinking of this, he said to Shen Yu, "Go and have a look."
Shen Yu went away in response, and Shen Yun stood at the same place and sorted out the current relationship between his boss and Mr. Luo, feeling that this situation was too strange.
"What are you doing standing here?" Shen Mucheng asked when he saw him standing still.
Shen Yun came back to his senses and hurriedly chased him out.
Shen Yu came to Luo Shaoheng's door, reached out and knocked on the door: "Mr. Luo, are you in?" No one answered in the room, so he knocked again, but still no one came to answer the door.
Shen Yun followed and came to the side, seeing no one answered, he said, "Could it be that you haven't woken up yet? We were too excited last night?"
"Say less." Shen Yu reprimanded in a low voice, and raised her hand to knock again, but Shen Mucheng, who was supposed to be in the room, also came over, and the two hurriedly moved away.
"What's going on?" Shen Mucheng looked at the closed door and asked.
"No one answered inside." Shen Yu said.
Hearing the words, Shen Mucheng raised his hand and knocked on the door, but there was also no response. He only pondered for two seconds before saying, "Someone come up to open the door."
"Yes." Shen Yun nodded and left.
Shen Yun called the people from the hotel to come up to open the door, and when they entered, they found that Luo Shaoheng was indeed still sleeping, the bed was raised in an arc, his head was covered by a quilt, and he didn't respond to them coming in.
Shen Mucheng felt that something was wrong, strode over and lifted the quilt, and found Luo Shaoheng huddled under the quilt, his eyes closed, his face flushed, he didn't know if it was covered by the quilt, there was a lot of sweat on his face, and even his hair It's all wet, but it's winter now, and it's impossible to cover the sweat with just this quilt.
Sure enough, Shen Mucheng reached out his hand to touch his forehead and found it was very hot, so he immediately said to the people beside him, "Go call the doctor."
"Yes." Shen Yu also noticed Luo Shaoheng's strangeness, and immediately went out to call the doctor without saying a word.
Shen Mucheng noticed that his hands were covered with sweat just by touching Luo Shaoheng, so he tilted his head and said to Shen Yun, "Paper towels."
Shen Yun brought over the tissue box beside him: "Boss, let me do it."
Shen Mucheng didn't answer, took the tissues in his hand directly, and took out a few to wipe the sweat off Luo Shaoheng's face. Because of his touch, Luo Shaoheng snorted softly, shrank his body, and almost buried his face position on the chest.
This is a posture with a very strong sense of self-protection, and it is only for people who are very insecure.
Shen Mucheng reached out and grabbed his shoulders to turn him over, and found that the place where he was lying was already wet with sweat, and he didn't know how long he had been burned.
She was fine last night, why did she suddenly have such a severe fever? Shen Mucheng frowned and threw aside the sweat-soaked tissues in his hands, and then took out a few clean ones to wipe the sweat from Luo Shaoheng's face and neck on the other side. Under his movements, Luo Shaoheng lowered his head uncomfortably. He muttered a few times, his voice was indistinct, before Shen Mucheng finished wiping him, he curled up into a ball again.
Seeing his mouth moving slightly, Shen Mucheng paused his hands, and bent down to approach him.
"..." Luo Shaoheng murmured silently, Shen Mucheng moved closer, but still couldn't hear what he was saying.
"BOSS." Shen Yun called him, and said with some hesitation: "He... seems to be calling you."
Shen Mucheng looked up at him, straightened up and looked at Luo Shaoheng, and found that he was chanting silently. After careful identification, as Shen Yun said, he was talking about Shen Mucheng.
Why did Luo Shaoheng call his name in his dream? Shen Mucheng paused for wiping his sweaty hands, and looked at him thoughtfully.
Because of the fever, Luo Shaoheng's face was flushed, and his lips were a little redder than before. He was already very good-looking, and his current appearance was a little more fragile than in the daytime, which was extremely seductive.
He slept restlessly, his brows were furrowed, and he looked very unwell. Shen Mucheng watched in silence for a while, then stretched out his hand to brush the wet and limp hair on his forehead, exposing his smooth forehead, and then gently rubbed his forehead with his thumb as if to comfort him.
Because of the fever, little sweat broke out on Luo Shaoheng's forehead again, but Shen Mucheng didn't care at all, he comforted him with gentle force, and said to Shen Yun beside him, "Go and wash a towel."
Although he had a cruel expression on his face at this time, Shen Yun noticed the flash of warmth in his eyes, and quickly responded to wash the towel and bring over water.
Shen Mucheng did not pretend to be someone else's hand, personally helped the sick Luo Shaoheng wipe off his sweat, and then washed a towel and put it on his forehead to cool down.
When doing these things, he unexpectedly felt a sense of familiarity for no reason, as if these plots had happened before. After thinking about it for a while, but he couldn't think of it, he gave up again, and used one free hand to gently stroke Luo Shaoheng's hair to comfort him.
Perhaps it was the soothing effect, or the cooling effect of the cold towel. After a while, Luo Shaoheng's expression finally became less uncomfortable. Eyes opened.
"Are you awake?" Shen Mucheng paused while stroking his head.
Luo Shaoheng was stunned when he saw the person next to his bed: "Shen Mucheng, are you back?"
Shen Mucheng frowned slightly when he heard the words, not understanding what he meant.
"Why don't you talk? Am I dreaming again?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Luo Shaoheng blinked and found that he hadn't disappeared as before, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed his hand covering his head, saying to himself Said normally, "This dream is so real, I can still touch you."
Shen Mucheng was a little puzzled by his words, but when he took a closer look, he found that he was not fully awake, his eyes were foggy, his thoughts changed, and he followed him and asked, "Why, couldn't you touch me before?"
His question made Luo Shaoheng purse his lips, looked up at him, and said with a sense of complaint: "Well, I can't touch it, and it disappears before I touch it. I've been looking for it for a long time, but I can't find you no matter what. "
When he said the end, there was a choking sound, the corners of his eyes were reddish, like a child who couldn't find his favorite toy, he held Shen Mucheng's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that he would leave, and asked eagerly : "Are you going this time?"
The grievance and injury in his eyes made Shen Mucheng's heart skip a beat, and he actually felt a pain like a needle prick, which made him coax subconsciously: "I'm not leaving, don't worry."
"Really?" Luo Shaoheng probably couldn't believe it because he had been tortured by dreams too many times, "If you go, can you take me with you? I'm not afraid to go anywhere."
Shen Mucheng couldn't help thinking of the scene yesterday when Luo Shaoheng asked him where he was going and if he could be with him. Why did this person follow him even when he was so ill that he didn't realize it