Chapter 89 Cell Phone
In the evening, after Pei's mother returned to the hotel, the ward returned to peace.
Shi Yanchen sat beside the bed and asked softly, "Are you sleepy?"
Pei Song shook his head: "I've slept for a whole day, but I'm not sleepy anymore."
He looked at the obvious dark circles under Shi Yanchen's eyes and couldn't help but feel distressed: "You haven't had a good rest these days, go to the sofa and take a nap."
"Can I only sleep on the sofa?" Shi Yanchen looked at him with a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
Pei Song understood his hint instantly, and his ears felt slightly hot.
He pretended not to understand and lowered his head to fiddle with the corner of the quilt: "This bed is too narrow. You are so tall, you can't sleep there."
Shi Yanchen chuckled: "Okay, I'll sleep on the sofa."
He stood up and walked to the sofa, took off his coat and shoes, adjusted the sofa backrest and lay down on it.
Pei Song looked at his slender figure curled up on the sofa that was obviously not long enough, with his long arms and legs unable to stretch out, and couldn't help but say: "Why don't you go home and rest? The sofa is so short, it will be very uncomfortable for you to sleep."
"It's not uncomfortable." Shi Yanchen closed his eyes and said lazily, "Compared to worrying about you being alone in the hospital, this little discomfort is nothing."
"How about..." Pei Song hesitated for a moment, "The bed isn't particularly narrow..."
Shi Yanchen opened his eyes immediately, a hint of mischief flashed across his eyes: "So?"
Pei Song blushed and turned his head away: "You can sleep or not."
Shi Yanchen chuckled, stood up, and strode to the bed: "You said that."
Pei Song moved aside.
"I was just kidding you," Shi Yanchen stopped him with a smile, reaching out and gently pressing Pei Song's shoulder, "You're still receiving an IV, I'm afraid of bumping into you."
He lay back on the sofa and said softly, "Go to sleep, don't worry about me, I'm fine like this."
Pei Song looked at the tall figure curled up on the sofa, and his heart skipped a beat.
The monitor issued a slight warning sound, and he quickly closed his eyes to calm himself, but he couldn't control the throbbing that surged up from deep in his chest.
It turns out that this is what it feels like to like someone, as if countless butterflies are fluttering their wings on the tip of your heart, making you feel numb, painful and sweet.
The next day, Shi Yanchen went to the company to handle work, and Pei's mother was talking to Pei Song in the ward.
Zhou Feng knocked on the door, holding a bunch of white calla lilies in one hand and an exquisite fruit basket in the other: "Hello, auntie."
"Who is this?" Pei's mother took the gift with a smile.
"Mom, this is my former senior, and now my boss, Mr. Zhou." Pei Song introduced briefly.
"It's Mr. Zhou, come in quickly." Pei's mother stood up and greeted him enthusiastically.
She put the flowers in the vase, noticed the subtle atmosphere between the two, picked up her bag and stood up: "You two can chat slowly, I'll go downstairs to buy some daily necessities."
After Pei's mother left, Zhou Feng asked: "How do you feel?"
"Much better." Pei Song said, "Thank you for the flowers and fruits."
The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.
"I'm sorry about what happened that day..." Zhou Feng spoke first.
Pei Song shook his head: "No need to apologize, you didn't do anything wrong."
"By the way," Zhou Feng took out a cell phone from his suit pocket, "I found this at the foot of the mountain. They must have thrown your phone down there." He handed it over, "See if it still works."
Pei Song took the phone, pressed the power button, and the screen lit up: "It still works."
"There is new progress in the case." Zhou Feng said, "Boss Wei has been making excuses, but Qiangzi confessed everything. Not only did he admit that it was Boss Wei who ordered it, he also confessed that Liu Yan was an insider in the company, and all the transactions between them and Galaxy Real Estate. In a case of this nature, none of them can escape."
"Yeah." Pei Song nodded.
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore." Zhou Feng stood up, "You have a good rest, I'm leaving first."
Watching Zhou Feng's back as he left, Pei Song opened his phone and began to check the contents.
As soon as the phone is unlocked, it is immediately flooded with missed calls and message alerts.
Dozens of missed calls, most of them from colleagues and family.
WeChat was in an uproar, with more than a hundred group messages and private chats combined.
He randomly clicked on a few messages, all of which were caring greetings.
A colleague said in the group, "It's great that Manager Pei is fine." A friend asked him privately, "How are you now?" Many people also told him to "have a good rest and don't think about work."
As I was scrolling through the messages, the phone screen suddenly flashed and then went black.
Pei Song pressed the power button several times before the screen barely lit up.
"Yeah, it's still usable after being thrown down from a mountain. It's already very sturdy." Pei Song said to himself, picked up the tablet on the bedside table, opened the e-commerce app, quickly placed an order, and chose a model with good cost performance.
At noon, Shi Yanchen came to the ward carrying a handbag.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Pei Song shook his head: "My mother went out for something."
"Just right," Shi Yanchen sat down on the bed, "I cooked some porridge and only added a little salt for seasoning."
He scooped a bowl of porridge from the thermos bucket and was about to feed Pei Song when he saw the mobile phone on the bedside table.
"Found it back?"
"Yeah." Pei Song nodded and gently rubbed his fingers across the slightly worn body of the phone.
Shi Yanchen's eyes moved slightly: "Zhou Feng has been here?"
Although the tone was calm, Pei Song still sensed a hint of unnaturalness.
He looked up at Shi Yanchen, his lips curled up slightly: "He gave me flowers and fruits, chatted for a few minutes and then left."
Shi Yanchen's expression eased a little, but he still couldn't help asking: "What did you talk about?"
"As for the progress of the case," Pei Song said softly, "Boss Wei and the others have been caught."
Looking at Shi Yanchen's slightly jealous expression, he felt a sweet feeling in his heart.
"Is that so?" Shi Yanchen walked to the bed and sat down, his eyes falling on the scarred phone, "Can it still be used?"
"It can be turned on, but it's very laggy," Pei Song said. "I just ordered a new one online."
"You can return that." Shi Yanchen took out a beautifully packaged box from his handbag.
Pei Song took the box, which was the latest flagship phone: "You really thought of everything." He looked up at Shi Yanchen with a smile in his eyes, "It's always like this, I don't know what to say."
"I just happened to pass by the store," Shi Yanchen opened the package before he could finish, "I'll transfer the card to you."
Pei Song watched him skillfully set up the new phone. His bony fingers tapped the screen flexibly. Even his protruding wrist bones were so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them. Suddenly, he wanted to touch them.
But he just quietly curled up his fingers and hid this impulse in his heart.
Pei Song stayed in the hospital for a week under everyone's care, and all indicators gradually returned to normal.
The doctor said I can be discharged from the hospital after two more days of observation.
That afternoon, when Shi Yanchen came to the hospital, he had a file bag in his hand.
"I have good news to tell you." He sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile on his face.
Pei Song was reading a work email on his tablet. Hearing this, he looked up and asked, "What good news?"