Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Huo Zhongshan put the computer on...
Huo Zhongshan put the computer aside, strode over, and looked at Fang Shimian who was already stunned with fear. He didn't know whether to be angry or amused.
"Are you showing me how to torture yourself to the point of having a high fever?"
The man's gaze was extremely deep, and his voice carried a hint of reprimand, but his hands were very gentle. He lifted the motionless boy up from the damp wall, and his strong arms gentlemanly avoided the private parts.
Fang Shimian suddenly came to his senses when he was lifted up and put back on the soft bed. He shrank back into the quilt with a red face and asked the first question in confusion: "Hello, why are you in my house?"
"Hello?" Huo Zhongshan repeated these two words very slowly, with a drawn-out tone and a half-smile.
Fang Shimian regained consciousness from the confusion and said awkwardly: "Huo...Brother Huo, why are you here?"
Huo Zhongshan looked at him expressionlessly, then turned and walked out.
I don’t know why, maybe it’s because being sick can amplify a person’s emotions, Fang Shimian suddenly felt a little aggrieved and sad when he looked at Huo Zhongshan’s cold and hard back.
When I was half asleep and half awake, that memory had long been erased by my brain as a dream, but now I suddenly remembered some fragments of it.
He found a doctor to treat him.
As for myself, I walked out of the shower without wearing pants. Would Huo Zhongshan think that I did it on purpose and that I was a shameless person with bad habits and a very dissolute person?
Fang Shimian was particularly concerned about what others thought of him at one point in time. Later, due to some of his parents' parenting methods, he went from being overwhelmed and in pain to getting used to it and becoming mentally dull. He thought he would never care about what others thought of him again.
Maybe it was because he had escaped from the environment where he had no self-esteem during this period of time, so he actually started to care about these meaningless things again.
The bedroom door was suddenly pushed open again, and Huo Zhongshan came in with a bag in his hand. He turned on the light, sat on the stool beside Fang Shimian's bed, and took out some things, two boxes of meat porridge and some exquisite snacks.
The food was steaming, melting all the grievances and sadness hidden in the house into the white mist.
"Which one do you want to eat first?" Huo Zhongshan asked calmly.
Fang Shimian looked at Huo Zhongshan for a moment, rubbed his face on the pillow, turned over and propped himself up to look at the food on the bedside table. After catching sight of the crystal clear meat dumplings, he was about to reach out to take them, but was stopped by Huo Zhongshan. He looked up in confusion.
"You just need to answer the questions." The man's tone was not harsh, but it had an absolute deterrent force that could not be questioned.
Fang Shimian slowly withdrew his hand. Taking it himself was one thing, and saying it out loud was another.
This was very strange and difficult for him, because in his consciousness and the experience memory formed over the past eighteen years, he was not allowed to speak casually about matters that troubled others, so Fang Shimian shrank back into the quilt and fell silent.
Huo Zhongshan seemed to see through him, and his tone became gentle again, persuading him, "Can't you tell me? I can't help you if you are sick?"
Fang Shimian ignored the momentary strange feeling in his heart. He just felt itchy. He pinched his palm hard, struggled for a few breaths, and said slowly: "I want to eat dumplings..."
The dumplings were fed to his lips. Fang Shimian smelled the aroma of meat and swallowed his saliva. Before his brain agreed, his mouth opened first.
The dumplings with thin skin and thick meat were successfully put into his mouth. When the fresh and tender meat juice burst in his mouth, Fang Shimian felt that although Huo Zhongshan sometimes behaved very strong, in his heart, he was also a very good person like Xu Long.
After finishing a few dumplings, Fang Shimian felt a little unsatisfied. He subconsciously looked at the steaming lean meat porridge on the bedside table, and his stomach still felt a little empty. He turned his head and saw the not-so-obvious smile in Huo Zhongshan's eyes.
Huo Zhongshan didn't say anything and continued to look at him quietly.
Fang Shimian fumbled around on the bed sheet for a long time before he said slowly, "Brother Huo, I still want to eat lean meat porridge."
The porridge was quite filling and a big bowl.
When the first few mouthfuls of porridge were fed to him, Fang Shimian was still a little uncomfortable. He told him twice that he could do it himself, but Huo Zhongshan seemed not to hear him and continued to feed him.
As he ate more, Fang Shimian raised his head higher and higher. Even before Huo Zhongshan's porridge was served, Fang Shimian had already opened his mouth, waiting for Huo Zhongshan with bright eyes.
It was like a kitten that had completely let down its guard after getting familiar with its owner, and was waiting impatiently for him to feed it.
After finishing his bowl of porridge, Fang Shimian naturally looked towards the bedside table. He wondered if he had eaten too much, but after careful consideration, he couldn't help but said, "That bun looks delicious..."
Huo Zhongshan found it interesting but did not show it on his face. He just reached out and took the lunch box containing the buns, opened it, and continued feeding them with the chopsticks he had just used to feed the dumplings.
After one round, the things on the bedside table were almost all eaten, leaving only the green vegetable cakes in the box. Fang Shimian quietly touched his stomach under the quilt, turned over and lay down with satisfaction.
After eating, Fang Shimian felt a little sleepy again. Huo Zhongshan packed up the lunch box, put it at his feet, put one hand on his knee, and looked down at his phone.
"Brother Huo, why are you so nice to me?" Fang Shimian asked dazedly, with a sleepy nasal voice, as soft and harmless as cotton.
Huo Zhongshan still stared at the phone screen and said nonchalantly: "You saved my life, if I don't treat you well, who else can I treat well?"
So that's how it is.
Fang Shimian's problem was answered. Although he was not smart, he did not completely believe what Huo Zhongshan said in the car that day. If it was just a little intersection in their youth, he would not be qualified to come in front of Huo Zhongshan. He knew people like them very well.
Now that he heard Huo Zhongshan speak out the answer from his heart himself, Fang Shimian felt relieved, because this was in line with his logic. One must pay a price to get the kindness of others.
He remembered again that Huo Zhongshan had not told him about his childhood, but the phone call yesterday made him really sad, so Fang Shimian didn't want to ask anymore.
Both his parents have been freed, but he is the only one still foolishly trying to find evidence of being loved.
After the boy on the bed's breathing calmed down, Huo Zhongshan stood up, straightened his suit, picked up the bag of garbage, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.
The computer in the living room was turned off. Huo Zhongshan re-entered the password, sent the email, and checked with his special assistant the time of the video conference to be held in the evening.
Huo Zhongshan opened the door and the black-clad bodyguard guarding the door came over immediately and told the employer in a very serious tone that there was a mixed crowd here and if an accident occurred, security would be very difficult, so it would be best to reduce the length of stay.
As he was speaking, another bodyguard standing by the door suddenly said, "Mr. Zhu Ze has entered the community, bringing two people with him."
Huo Zhongshan nodded, his expression unchanged, and said calmly: "No need to stop him, let him come up."
After a while, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the empty corridor, and a few bodyguards who had been lurking in the dark also appeared, standing at the end of the corridor, ready for action.
Zhu Ze was still wearing the formal suit he wore when attending the meeting room. He walked out of the elevator and turned the corner when he suddenly saw Huo Zhongshan standing quietly at the door of Fang Shimian's house.
The originally gentle and handsome face was frozen for a moment.
The current leader of Hengshi Group, whose whereabouts have always been a mystery, would one day appear in this dilapidated community of 10,000 people, in this narrow corridor filled with all kinds of smells.
And it wasn't a charity photo shoot, there were no reporters, only a group of solemn and vigilant bodyguards.
Zhu Ze's mind was filled with various thoughts, but he still walked steadily. He walked calmly to Huo Zhongshan, lowered his head and smiled, "Boss Huo, how are you?"
Huo Zhongshan glanced at the dusty Zhu Ze without any emotion, and nodded calmly in response, but he showed no intention of moving away from the door.
Zhu Ze immediately had some guesses, but he was not completely sure. He clenched his fists and then unclenched them, continuing to put on a smile, "Mr. Huo, are you here to look for Xiao Mian?"
It was a very brainless question. Huo Zhongshan knew what Zhu Ze wanted to ask, but he was unwilling to waste time beating around the bush with him. "He's sick, don't you know?"
Zhu Ze was stunned. Manager Yang had sent him a message in the morning, but his company was just getting into regular business now, and he was needed to attend meetings of all sizes. The two free hours squeezed out his sleep time at night.
"I rushed here as soon as the manager sent the message. Is he feeling better now?" Zhu Ze acted anxious and worried, and was about to walk in.
The black-clad bodyguard beside Huo Zhongshan politely stretched out his hand to stop him.
Zhu Ze's expression looked a little unhappy. He didn't squeeze out the time to spend it at the door gossiping with his former boss.
But he was also afraid of angering Huo Zhongshan. His father had indeed made great contributions to the Huo family, but with the excessive consumption and changes in those in power over the years, the favor had turned into a distorted threat.
Huo Zhongshan was like a stone that could not be warmed up, cold-hearted and emotionless, like a power machine. The longer he interacted with him, the more frightened he became of his methods. Zhu Ze did not dare to joke with his family and future.
But in an unexpected turn of events, Zhu Ze heard a slight noise coming from inside the house, and Fang Shimian appeared in the living room rubbing his eyes, looking around, as if looking for something.
Zhu Ze lowered his head and made a prompt decision, "Boss Huo, I just want to go in and see my brother."
How could Huo Zhongshan not hear the noise behind him? He was used to such tricks, but this was the first time someone dared to play them in front of him. He glanced at Zhu Ze and said nonchalantly, "I heard that Mr. Zhu is engaged to the second daughter of the Shen family. Good things are coming soon. I haven't had time to congratulate you yet."
Zhu Ze heard a roar in his ears and his face turned pale instantly.
He did have an engagement with the second young lady of the Shen family. He was originally out of reach of her, but Fang Shimian's rescue became an opportunity for him to make friends with the Shen family. Upon learning that the second young lady's lover could not be put on the table, Zhu Ze immediately told Shen Jiang that he was willing to accept this open relationship, and that they could sign an agreement not to disturb each other after marriage.
He knew that Fang Shimian was never interested in news information, let alone financial gossip, so he made up his mind not to let Fang Shimian know. He was confident that he had the ability and means to keep it secret.
But I didn't expect something to go wrong here.
Fang Shimian heard them talking but didn't listen carefully. He walked over with a bottle of mineral water and was surprised for a moment when he saw Zhu Ze. But then he thought it would be very easy for them to find out his address. In order to get the company's housing subsidy, he even took a photo of the rental contract and gave it to the company.
The two people outside did not show any major emotional fluctuations. Fang Shimian stuck his head out and saw a few bodyguards standing at the door. He felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird.
So he drank the mineral water in his hand in two gulps, threw it into the trash can, glanced at the relatively tidy living room in front of him, touched his nose, and said hesitantly: "How about... come in and talk."
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