Called Guanshi Cui:
"Hello, it's me. Well, arrange for Miss Su's royal tutoring service for the next three days. Well, yes, send someone to pick her up now."
— Without giving He Junle any reason to refuse, Murong Jihua raised his eyebrows:
118.
Let me witness with my own eyes how deflated you are.
smash your own feet
119.
Comrades, gentlemen, look forward to it, cheers—
The little white flower quickly returned to the greenhouse, and now, it's men's time!
119.5
He Junle pointed at Murong Jihua's exterior: "Are you going to just walk into the school with such a big swagger?"
"Of course," Murong Jihua smiled confidently: "This school has long since taken my surname, so naturally I can come and go freely in whatever I wear."
After all, he shook his body a bit, and the crystal diamond white ornaments on the dark blue suit followed a bulingbuling.
"Oh, it turns out that you have been sending someone to monitor me for the past month."
"..."
He Junle smiled suddenly: "Don't worry, they are of very good quality, and they have done a very secretive job, so there is no need to consider firing them. It took me two weeks to realize that something was wrong."
"But your black suit is too conspicuous. To be on the safe side, you should change it."
120.
Before Murong Jihua could respond, He Junle looked around and took out a brand new school uniform top from his shoulder bag.
He handed it to Murong Jihua: "It might be a little small for you to wear, is it okay?"
Murong Jihua listened quietly, his gaze was attracted by He Junle's slender fingers as he moved, he noticed a light red hoop mark on the ring finger of the other's right hand—
Until the other party pulled his neckline impatiently.
"I'm going to be late soon, Mr. President."
Murong Jihua had no choice but to take off his suit jacket, stuff it into He Junle's backpack, and put his school uniform behind him. By the way, I straightened my hair that was too flat, which made me look like a student.
121.
Why just put on the school uniform
Because this school uniform top is really not ordinary small...
Murong Jihua, who was inexplicably concerned, asked: "This dress doesn't look like your name, where did it come from?"
He Junle: "The weather has changed recently, and girls often wear thin clothes. As a boy, how can I make them shiver in the cold wind?"
"..."
122.
Until the end of school, Murong Jihua stayed in the principal's office to eat and drink, while He Junle went somewhere, maybe to go to class, maybe to date - what's the use of caring
What made Murong Jihua happy was that He Junle actually came to look for him after school.
Not by his pigeons.
Hahahahahaha, it really is Ben's personality that shines.
123.
No, not being pigeon is nothing to be proud of.
124.
The campus people have dispersed, and the night is getting hazy. Murong Jihua raised his head to look at the dim sky, and fixed his eyes on He Junle who was walking in front.
He laughed and said, "If you can't hold on any longer, I'll ask my bodyguards to take action."
— Even if they don't know where they are, Murong Jihua can quickly contact them who are secretly guarding them through the terminal on his wrist.
He Junle's voice was as calm as water: "Well, if the president is interested."
… ah
Murong Jihua felt a little unnatural when there was no expected verbal confrontation.
The little bit of guilt deep in my heart was also fermenting quietly, and was forcibly strangled in the cradle by myself.
124.4
Not long after they walked out of the school gate, they found themselves surrounded.
Narrow streets with closed doors of small shops along the way. By the time Murong Jihua noticed, he and He Junle had already been flanked.
The people who come here are all social brothers in strange clothes, smoking and wearing glasses.
Murong Jihua swallowed his saliva.
124.6
When he was Yan Jihua, it was not that he had never fought, nor could he know how to fight.
But that's not the same as being surrounded and beaten by a group of social guys!
He wasn't very worried about himself, after all, there were bodyguards secretly guarding him, and now his own people had definitely mixed in with the other party—he was just judging others by himself, and he was a little worried about He Junle.
"I meant to teach He Junle a lesson, but I didn't let you beat him to death. Boss Hei!"
125.
The battle begins.
After three seconds,
The battle is over.
126.
it is a pity.
Murong Jihua didn't see He Junle's heroic demeanor sweeping thousands of troops, and of course he didn't see his deflated appearance——
When the other party roared, "Listen to the boss, teach He boy and the little bastards around him a lesson" and rushed up—
He Junle, fell down.
Fall flat
This was Murong Jihua's first reaction.
127.
In the second second, he felt his legs rush out in He Junle's direction.
In the third second, his adrenaline was completely uncontrollable. Amidst his beating heartbeat like a bell and drum, Murong Jihua supported He Junle's upper body and found that he was unconscious.
In the fourth second, he gritted his teeth and dialed the terminal. Dozens of top masters hiding in the enemy team immediately turned back, suppressed the scene with violence, and firmly protected Murong Jihua in the turbulent flow of people.
In the fifth second, seeing He Junle's rarely calm expression, Murong Jihua began to regret it.
128.
Although he didn't know why He Junle fainted suddenly, the scalding heat that spread to Murong Jihua's body through two layers of clothes still shocked him, and he didn't have time to ask the almighty housekeeper Cui Guanshi to send a special car,
Murong Jihua was ruthless, grabbed He Junle with both hands, hugged He Junle, and ran towards the main road.
Good weight.
very heavy,
Obviously looks so slender and masculine.
While running, he looked down at He Junle's fair skin with an abnormal flush, and his heart became more and more anxious.
129.
—If something happens to He Junle.
NO WAY!
pretend to heat up
130.
Did you think something was going to happen
In fact, nothing happened.
It's not that there is no car, it's not time yet.
It has been seven hours since he carried He Junle all the way to the nearest clinic, and Murong Jihua is still staring at the clock on the wall in a daze.
131.
The air is quiet.
—The sound of liquid ticking, ticking, hitting Murong Jihua's eardrum bit by bit, and finally turned into thick glucose and flowed into He Junle's blood vessels.
Murong Jihua looked sideways at He Junle, who was lying on a chair in the clinic's hall against the wall.
He was pale and lethargic, and he was still wearing Murong Jihua's suit jacket and a small school uniform that the president took off.
The scalding heat on the body has dissipated, and the breathing is smooth and quiet.
Thankfully, he's fine.
Murong Jihua thought.
132.
Murong Jihua moved his eyes back from the clock pointing at San, and moved to the person whose half face was hidden in the flickering lights. Under the smudged gray color in the early morning, He Junle's profile was as perfect as a white sculpture crafts.
Eyelashes, bridge of the nose, lips—
When he first carried He Junle to the clinic, he was terrified—the body of the man in his arms was scalding to death, and the half-asleep and half-dead state was so terrifying.
132.5
Fortunately, the uncle of the clinic was a reliable old professor before he retired. After half an hour, he stabilized He Junle's sudden illness. He suggested that follow-up treatment should be arranged after the patient wakes up. Visit the best hospital in country A.
He Junle is still awake.
Murong Jihua's heart was filled with uneasiness—a sense of panic and guilt that he couldn't think of. This kind of thoughts messed up his head, and he was stuck here in a daze for nearly five hours, but he didn't give it to Cui Guanshi. Make a call.
Just when his reason warned him for the thousandth time to arrange a special ambulance, He Junle woke up.
133.
"Um?"
"Um."
"snort."
"snort?"
A trace of embarrassment pervaded the atmosphere.
134.
Murong Jihua wants to say something, I want to say that I didn't intentionally let others come to trouble you, I didn't know your body is so fragile—forget it;
I want to say that I am not at ease if I take you to the small clinic here at the Central Hospital—I can’t say it.
What I want to ask the most is how do you feel right now.
But at last he heard himself say:
"If you wanted to get Ben's attention in this way, then I admit you did, man."
135.
Oh my god, baby Murong.
What has to be said to make amends—
"This incident has something to do with me. Do you want a check? You can write the number on it."
136.
"..."
A gust of drafts blew past, lifting the hem of the clothes covering He Junle's body, causing Murong Jihua, who was only wearing a snow-white shirt, to shudder.
"I'm fine, I'm just not in a good mood recently." He Junle smiled, with a frivolous and indifferent tone.
Murong Jihua watched helplessly as he raised his hand, and the needle buried in the skin on the back of his hand was easily pulled out—
"What are you doing!" Murong Jihua took a stride and grabbed He Junle's moving left hand. Although it was too late, the needle was just entangled in their fingertips, dangling unwillingly.
"I've ordered a car, let's go to the central hospital now—say, do you have some hidden disease that costs money and can't be cured, does it break out in the later stage to promote the development of the plot—"
He Junle's handsome face darkened: "How much enmity do you... have with me?"
137.
"What's the noise, what's the noise!"
The old man sitting at the clinic opened the door and barged into the hall, dragging his pajamas and cursing: "Get out of here when you wake up! The young people are exhausted from staying up all night, and they are noisy night cats in the middle of the night, and they don't let people sleep!"
"Uh," Murong Jihua froze: