Chapter 32 Chapter 32 It’s raining heavily, otherwise, take a good rest,…

After coming out of the factory, Feng Wen finished a cigarette in the car. A thin layer of hazy smoke covered his eyes. A few dozen meters away, the people from the Shen family were ready to withdraw. Jin Tao said something while pressing the earphone with one hand, and then everyone who needed to move started moving. It looked quite orderly.

The weather was expected to be bad today. It was already dark at six in the morning. Feng Wen casually checked the weather forecast and saw that it would rain today, with a probability of 85%.

He turned off the screen and looked up. He didn't know when a layer of dark clouds had actually appeared, so he thought it should be quite accurate.

Just as I finished thinking this, a drop of rain hit the windshield, causing the ignition process to pause abruptly, and the next step was not taken for a long time.

Feng Wen held the car door with his left hand and barely raised his face, looking at the raindrops on the windshield. He thought that the southeast wind would collide with the cold air, and the rain would probably be heavy in the next few days.

But logically speaking, no matter how violent it is, it has nothing to do with him.

The roof of the off-road vehicle is strong enough and the windows are tightly closed, so no rain can get in.

But what made no sense was that Feng Wen felt the rain hitting him.

Wet and damp.

He looked down and saw that the air conditioner was set to the right setting and was blowing out warm air.

Dry, hot, spread evenly.

After staring at it for about five seconds, Feng Wen's expression turned gloomy. He thought to himself in a rare and frivolous way—

What? It turns out jealousy can also make people wet?

Then my mind uncontrollably started to think about the scene I saw when I was standing on the second floor of the factory.

The concrete walls were gray and broken and peeling in many places, revealing twisted steel bars. The rusty lathe was the only thing that caught my eye at the time.

But people always use a third-person perspective when reminiscing.

So he saw the second-story windowsill.

The original window frames were completely removed, revealing the white lime wall foundation underneath which was scratched and had pits all over it.

At a silent moment in front of the stage, the alpha kissed the sound port jealously and devoutly, looking as if he was burning with evil fire.

...It's so ugly.

Feng Wen finally thought so.

He gathered his thoughts and saw Jin Tao walking towards him from a distance, so he leaned back in his chair and took his time.

Knock-knock-

Feng Wen lowered the car window halfway and looked up:

"What's wrong?"

Jin Tao stood outside, half leaned over, and asked in a low voice:

"It's a long way back. Would you like someone to drive for you?"

Feng Wen glanced at the sky, thought for a moment, and then said readily, "Okay."

…

A minute later, an alpha with a shaved head, with his headphones on, heard that he had a new job. He said solemnly, "Don't worry, Brother Jin," and then trotted towards the off-road vehicle and opened the car door.

When he got into the driver's seat, his bald nose wrinkled subconsciously, and his expression was a little indescribable.

If he had been a little dismissive when Brother Jin initially advised him to be careful and attentive, now he suddenly felt that things had changed a little.

The cool minty smell rushed into my nasal cavity like a torrent of wind, and a cold wind blew into my respiratory tract, causing my temples to throb with pain.

The man with a shaved head shuddered for no reason and calmly stepped out of the car to take a breath of fresh air.

As he smoked, he thought to himself, "God has sent this man a great mission. Brother Jin must be looking forward to him and planning to use some tricks to make him work harder." He gritted his teeth and moved back into the driver's seat, glancing towards the back seat with a serious expression.

He met a pair of smoky grey eyes.

The instigator sat back in his chair with a relaxed posture, his expression calm and composed, and even the words he spoke were gentle and considerate.

"You can turn on the ventilation," he said.

I really want to, but I don’t dare…

He greeted me with a shaved head and lowered his eyebrows, but when he put his hands on the steering wheel, he felt as if he was facing a great enemy.

He couldn't help but glance in the rearview mirror.

Alpha had a calm expression and was scrolling through his phone from time to time.

If it weren't for the excessive pheromones in the space, he would have been fooled and thought the other party was in a good mood at the moment...

Kong swallowed his saliva and asked awkwardly, "Mr. Feng, where are you going?"

There was a long silence.

Alpha's expression suddenly became listless, as if he had thought of something. The cold air in the car made people's scalp tighten.

The shaved head sat there uncomfortably, and after what felt like a century, he finally heard the other party announce a place name.

He breathed a sigh of relief, then skillfully started the engine, shifted gears, and stepped on the gas.

As the off-road vehicle smoothly drove into the continuous rain, he heard a calm voice coming from behind.

"Open the ventilation."

##

Hospital.

The ward was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant. Xie Zhizhi, lying on the bed, looked a little pale. His index finger was clamped by a small plastic clip, and the wire was connected to a multi-parameter monitor.

The waveforms and numbers on the screen kept jumping, but overall it was not bad - 94% blood oxygen, a little low. After the external injuries were treated, Xie Zhizhi felt that his condition was okay, and there should be no need to be hospitalized in a big way.

But his arm couldn't twist his thigh, so the doctor told him that this type of medicine might have certain side effects, and in severe cases, respiratory depression could occur. He prescribed three bags of metabolic-promoting liquid medicine, asked the nurse to insert a catheter in the back of his hand, and asked him to stay in the hospital for observation for at least 6-8 hours.

Xie Zhizhi then picked up his phone and took a look. It was 7:12, so it was still early. He could stay in the hospital and just find a bed to take a nap, but the prerequisite was that Song Huanqing didn't come.

Perhaps this matter was truly serious. Song Huanqing, over forty, had always been gentle and serene, but today, a look of worry was rare. As Xie Zhizhi approached, putting down his handbag, he noticed a hint of water in her eyes. Regardless of the reason, a house cat always feels a little guilty when it returns home covered in wounds. So, Xie Zhizhi obediently called out "Mom," lowering his eyes, looking both obedient and pitiful.

He guessed that Song Huanqing might talk to him about the same things for a while, and the specific content would mostly revolve around the injuries on his body.

This is what happened when he accidentally fell as a child. Song Huanqing held him on her lap and said with concern, "Why are you so careless, baby?" Then she asked the maid to treat his wound, apply iodine and a medical bandage.

Feeling a soft hand touching the side of his face, Xie Zhizhi's eyelashes trembled slightly. He rubbed it with a rare touch of flattery. He wanted to say something nice to ask Song Huanqing not to worry too much, but Song Huanqing spoke first.

Song Huanqing looked at him and said softly, "I just came from Archer's place. Archer seems to have some pheromone disorder. How about you, Zhizhi? Are you okay?"

Probably every East Asian is susceptible to the whistleblower effect.

When Song Huanqing uttered these words softly, even Xie Zhizhi subconsciously told himself that there seemed to be nothing wrong with this sentence.

But in fact, he caught a glimpse of the curves and numbers on the monitor jumping up briefly, as if forcing him to admit that his emotions suddenly collapsed and became disordered at a certain point.

The mouth opened and closed.

Xie Zhizhi looked up at him steadily, and for a few seconds nothing crossed his mind.

"Zhizhi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Facing Song Huanqing's earnest gaze, Xie Zhizhi finally squeezed out a dry sentence: "I'm not feeling uncomfortable, Mom, I'm fine."

It was indeed okay, but he also felt something was not right. Xie Zhizhi told himself not to think too much.

Song Huanqing carefully lifted up his uninjected hand and took a look at it.

"Archer seems to care about you. He just asked me how you are."

Something was clamoring in his throat. Xie Zhizhi licked his lower lip and uttered, with rare disobedience, "Never mind him."

As expected, Song Huanqing frowned unhappily.

"It's a good thing that Archer cares about you, Zhizhi."

Xie Zhizhi lowered his eyes and saw that he had twisted a small corner of the bed sheet, which was sticking out awkwardly.

Song Huanqing continued, "You've grown up, you should be sensible. It's great that both of you are fine this time. Shen Siduo called me this morning, and you don't know how worried your mother was."

Xie Zhizhi uttered an "ah" and said indifferently, "I'm sorry, Mom."

Song Huanqing put his hand back: "The Shen family is already investigating this matter, and there will probably be some results soon. Don't be afraid."

Xie Zhizhi nodded and said, "Okay, Mom."

"Archer..."

Anxiety seemed to be crawling down his ear canal, like something stuck in his throat, stinging him and making him feel very uncomfortable.

He looked listless, staring at Song Huanqing's lips painted with nude lipstick, and suddenly said softly: "Mom, I'm a little tired. I want to sleep for a while, is that okay?"

For a long time, the high heels made a rhythmic sound on the floor.

Xie Zhizhi lowered his eyes and was silent for a while. He took out his cell phone and looked at it. It was 9:08.

A nurse came in with a cart and said gently, "I'll change the bag for you. Don't move your hands."

Nodding: "Okay, thank you."

Xie Zhizhi turned his head away from the back of his hand where the needle was inserted, and his gaze fell flatly out the window.

The weather was bad today, and there were water marks all over the glass windows, making it difficult to see clearly. He therefore estimated that the rain might not stop early.

The nurse readjusted the flow rate of the medicine and was about to push the cart away when Xie Zhizhi blinked slowly.

"Can you help me speed up?" he said.

The result is of course no.

As the cart rumbled away, Xie Zhizhi boredly opened his phone again, intending to watch some short videos to calm his nerves.

Buzz——

He clicked on the text message.

[Ms. Song: Zhizhi, I made some soup at home. I'll have Assistant Li bring it to you later. Try to drink as much as possible, okay?]

[Ms. Song: Take good care of yourself and don't let your mother worry.]

His fingertips lingered on the keyboard for a long time.

Xie Zhizhi thought aimlessly that it turned out that his whistleblowing effect had more than just one wake-up word.

He was keenly aware that something was crumpling, unfolding, and crumpling again, so much so that the beeping electronic sound of the monitor sounded at another not-so-good rhythm. Five seconds later, the air was calm again.

Since there was no solution, Xie Zhizhi chose to shut down the computer.

He shrank back into the bed, leaving only his left hand outside, and closed his eyes.

…

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Xie Zhizhi was discharged from the hospital without notifying anyone.

Returning to Anhuan Bay damp from exhaustion, he thought it was still in time. He charged his phone first, then logged into his email using his laptop, scrolled down a short distance, and finally clicked on a file he had already read.

download.

Before entering the bathroom, he opened the text message, clicked on the bird-in-the-sky avatar, deleted and modified it for a long time, and finally sent a short message.

——It might be a little later, can it be extended to 5:30?

Ten minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom, steaming hot, went straight into the study, and picked up his cell phone.

The wet fingertips left a subtle water mark on the screen. The black-haired beta's originally relaxed lips suddenly tightened and slid down at a certain moment. Even the action of wiping his hair was forced to stop. His dark eyes did not blink for a moment, as if he was analyzing some long and difficult sentence that was difficult to understand.

But in fact, the content is simple enough to read at a glance.

——It’s raining heavily, why don’t you have a good rest? Can we make an appointment next time?