In the next few days, when Yan Xiuji went downstairs in the morning, he would see Zhou Ziyi sitting at the dining table.
Sometimes he ate noodles, sometimes he ate freshly baked sandwiches, and also had coffee, soy milk, or homemade milk tea. If he met Yan Xiuji's eyes, Zhou Ziyi would swallow the food in his mouth and wave his hand: "Bye, President Yan, have a safe trip!"
Then when he came back at night, there was no more midnight snack. Zhou Ziyi would usually be sitting on the sofa with a drawing board, drawing while watching a movie on the big TV.
In this way, it really is a bit like we are just ordinary roommates.
It's just a simple hello when we meet in the morning and evening.
It was not until a few days later, when Yan Xiuzhi arrived home close to midnight, that Zhou Ziyi finally got up from his chair again.
At that time, Zhou Ziyi heard the sound of the door opening and closing, but he was drawing the key part and did not turn back. When he finished drawing these few strokes, he suddenly realized that he seemed not to see Yan Xiuji going upstairs.
Looking back, I saw Yan Xiuzhi still standing in the entrance, leaning against the wall with his head half lowered.
"What's going on?"
Zhou Ziyi quickly put down everything in his hands, got up from the sofa and walked closer to the man. When he was still more than two meters away, Zhou Ziyi smelled the alcohol on him: "Ah, have you drunk too much? Are you okay?"
"...It's okay." Yan Xiuji was still able to reply, but his pace was slower than usual, "Don't worry about me."
"Don't try to be so stubborn now, okay?" Zhou Ziyi held him up and said, "Shall I take you upstairs?"
Yan Xiuji wanted to pull his hand away: "No need..."
"No, you use it." Zhou Ziyi decisively helped the man walk inside, "Boss Yan, it's already like this, you should go back to the room early. Otherwise, if you stand like this, I'm afraid you will lie down at the door directly."
Yan Xiuji's steps were a little heavy, but at least he could still walk: "I am still very sober... There is no need for you to do anything unnecessary."
"Not bad, you can even use idioms, you are indeed a top student." Zhou Ziyi smiled, "There are only two of us at home, why should you be embarrassed? Just treat me as a robot you bought with money."
Yan Xiuji took one step lightly and the other heavy, and even said to the person: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I'm telling the truth." Zhou Ziyi supported him and walked slowly towards the stairs. "I didn't even want to make breakfast for you. What's the use of it? Are you so afraid of me?"
Yan Xiuji said slowly: "...I'm not afraid of you."
"You're not afraid of me, you're guarding against me like a thief. Are you so afraid that you'll lose your self-control? Do you think you'll fall into a trap just by eating breakfast?"
"I just don't like changing my lifestyle."
"I see." Zhou Ziyi sighed, "You don't want others to influence you at all. You are the robot... Be careful!"
Yan Xiuji tripped over the stairs and stumbled forward! Zhou Ziyi subconsciously reached out to grab him, but was dragged down directly. Both of them fell on the stairs!
"Ugh...!" Zhou Ziyi almost sat down heavily on the stairs due to inertia. Most of Yan Xiuji's body hit him, which was like using human flesh to cushion the impact, but Yan Xiuji also fell half-kneeling on the stairs, and his knees hit hard.
"Hiss!" Zhou Ziyi sat down and bumped into the corner of the stairs, causing his waist and back to feel pain and numbness, and cold sweat immediately broke out. He wanted Yan Xiuji to get up quickly, but when he opened his mouth, he gasped.
"!!!" Yan Xiuji woke up instantly after the fall, and stood up immediately after coming to his senses. He was also hurt all over, but seeing that Zhou Ziyi seemed unable to move, Yan Xiuji could not care about himself and quickly looked at Zhou Ziyi: "Where did you hit?!"
"My back, waist, and buttocks..." Zhou Ziyi wanted to move to see if there was anything wrong. However, his waist hurt as soon as he exerted force, so he didn't dare to move easily. He could only describe: "My waist and back were hit by the corner of the stairs."
"Got it. Hold on, don't move." Yan Xiuji went downstairs to get his phone. The alcohol was still making him dizzy, and his head was actually still very heavy. But he frowned to stay awake and calmly dialed the emergency number.
Zhou Ziyi felt that he was speaking in a very logical manner, but when he tilted his head slightly, he could see that Yan Xiuzhi was leaning on the back of the sofa while speaking.
The emergency call was quickly made, and Yan Xiuji called the property management and asked them to prepare an ambulance.
I won't mention how panicked the property management was in an instant, let's just talk about Yan Xiuji. He hung up the phone, closed his eyes, calmed down, then took two pillows from the sofa and went back to the stairs.
"Put some cushion on it, use less force." Yan Xiuji put a pillow behind Zhou Ziyi's head, but it was not convenient to put the other one behind Zhou Ziyi's waist. Yan Xiuji went to find a blanket, adjusted its shape, and put it on Zhou Ziyi.
Zhou Ziyi looked at him.
Yan Xiuji noticed his gaze and asked, "What are you doing?"
Zhou Ziyi: "I thought if you were to ask 'Are you touched?', I would answer 'No, no, no.'"
Yan Xiuji: “…”
Zhou Ziyi: "Boss Yan?"
Yan Xiuji: "Don't talk if it hurts."
Zhou Ziyi: "It's because of the pain and the fact that I can't move that I want to divert my attention."
Yan Xiuzhi “…” again.
"Don't be so nervous, Mr. Yan. You're not seriously ill." Maybe the most painful wave had passed, or maybe he was a little used to it, Zhou Ziyi was still in the mood to joke, "Luckily you fell at the entrance of the stairs. If you fell halfway up, we might have rolled down together."
"Don't underestimate being hit from behind." Yan Xiuji frowned and said coldly, "There are many cases of high-level paraplegia caused by spinal injuries."
Zhou Ziyi: “…” That’s how we ended up chatting.
Yan Xiuji didn't want to listen to Zhou Ziyi's jokes, but he didn't leave. He just sat on the steps and looked at Zhou Ziyi. Zhou Ziyi felt pain all over, but he couldn't ignore his gaze, so he had to talk to him again: "After looking at me for so long, do you finally think I'm good-looking?"
Yan Xiuji changed the subject: "You are sweating, does it hurt?"
Zhou Ziyi: "Why else would I put up a statue here?"
Yan Xiuji was silent for a few seconds: "...You shouldn't care about me."
"Tsk, I'm about to swear. You're still telling me all this?" Zhou Ziyi also frowned and said unhappily, "Can you at least say 'thank you'?"
Yan Xiuji said: "I will be responsible for curing you."
"The doctor is responsible for treating the disease, and you are at most responsible for paying for it." Zhou Ziyi said, "Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm afraid I'll get angrier the more I talk."
Yan Xiuji thought for a moment and stood up: "Where is your ID card?"
"In the wallet in the backpack in the room..." Zhou Ziyi saw him walking away again, and suddenly asked, "Yan Xiuji, did you fall anywhere? Don't wait until I'm okay, or you'll be left with sequelae."
"What can I do for you?" Yan Xiuzhi glanced at him and went back to the guest room.
***
That night, an ambulance rushed Zhou Ziyi to the hospital. The doctor on duty examined him and took X-rays. It was quite a big scene at the beginning.
The main reason was that Zhou Ziyi complained about numbness and pain in his spine, and the doctor was also worried that he might suffer from hemiplegia or something.
Zhou Ziyi felt the pain all over his back, so he thought it shouldn't be too serious. After all, the pain meant the nerves were still working. So when he was preparing to shoot the film, he had time to think of something.
He reminded Yan Xiuji: "Sister Fei sent me the first invitation card she had written, saying that you need to read the words. If you haven't replied yet, remember to let me know after you've read it."
After that, he was pushed to shoot the film.
Yan Xiu Ji watched the door of the room close, remained silent for a few seconds, took out his mobile phone and clicked on Li Fei's message again.
In fact, he had seen the photo when Li Fei sent it in the afternoon. But he only glanced at it at that time and did not reply to Li Fei. Now Yan Xiuji opened Li Fei's message interface and was going to reply directly, but for some reason, he clicked on the photo again.
The invitation card with a white background and gold patterns was written by a professional with beautiful penmanship. The names of Yan Xiuji and Zhou Ziyi were listed side by side, which gave people a more realistic feeling than the previous samples with other people's names.
Yan Xiuzhi looked at the two names on the photo, and the thought "This is too absurd" flashed through his mind, but he inexplicably felt that this was not unacceptable.
——Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.
Yan Xiuzhi was the kind of person who seldom looked back with regret.
He is the trustee of Huahao Group, and he knows that once he has made a decision, he has to carry it to the end. Many times, even if the situation is very unsatisfactory, he has to grit his teeth and persevere. Now that he has made great strides on the road of marriage, he will not back down at the last minute.
Besides, there is nothing particularly undesirable at the moment.
Yan Xiuji sent a message to Li Fei: [The invitation is fine, no problem.]
As for whether Li Fei watched it tonight or in the morning, Yan Xiuzhi didn't care.
As for Zhou Ziyi, after a series of examinations in the hospital, the doctor finally came to a conclusion.
——No bones were broken.
It's normal to feel pain, and you'll be fine after a while of resting in bed. I've prescribed some topical medicine, and you don't even need to be hospitalized, just pack up and go home and lie down.
Yan Xiuji, who had been busy at the hospital, finally felt relieved after hearing the conclusion. He ignored Zhou Ziyi's look that said "see, I told you that we were mobilizing a large force" and called the driver to take the patient home.
The driver, who had just returned home, ran out to work again. In addition to picking up people, he also received another job - to buy a wheelchair for the boss tomorrow. For the sake of the red envelope, the driver agreed very readily.
The driver even helped the boss and carried the future boss's wife back to the building and directly to her bed.
Fortunately, this honest driver didn't care why the future president's wife didn't sleep in the master bedroom. But it was also easy to cover up the lie. After all, the master bedroom was upstairs, and Zhou Ziyi was not convenient to go up and down the stairs now, so he slept on the first floor, which was normal.
"That's it for today."
Everything was finally settled temporarily. Yan Xiuji stood beside the bed and looked at the young man lying on the bed: "I will find a nurse tomorrow so that you can move around and take a shower."
Zhou Ziyi looked at him: "Don't make me sound paralyzed..."
"Stop talking nonsense." Yan Xiuji looked down at him and said calmly, "Anything else? If not, I'll turn off the lights and let you go to bed."
Zhou Ziyi blinked, as if there really was a problem.
"I want to go to the toilet, what should I do?"
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