Chen Kong took a quick step forward and supported Han Li who was sliding down.
Feeling the limbs under his palms being hot beyond normal range, Shen Kong frowned and scolded: "Didn't I tell you to wait in the house?"
Han Li shook his head in confusion, as if trying to figure out the meaning of Shen Kong's words. After a long while, he raised his head, staring at Shen Kong's face with his wet eyes, and suddenly smiled:
"I'm a little worried about you."
Shen Kong was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
At this moment, the elevator at the end of the corridor, which had been cut off from power, hummed and vibrated twice, and the floor buttons that had been black for a long time lit up, as if someone had finally discovered the unusualness of this floor and sent someone to solve the problem.
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and almost at the same time, the locked staircase on the side was also suddenly opened.
Security personnel in uniform rushed into the corridor that was empty just now. A young man in a gray suit walked quickly in the front, his frowning brows full of anxiety that could not be concealed.
When he saw Chen Kong and Han Li who was supported by him, he ran forward in shock, looking at Han Li who was standing unsteadily, and spoke incoherently:
"What happened? This..."
While Shen Kong was looking away, Han Li instantly retracted his innocent and gentle appearance and stared at the man coldly, with an obvious threat in his sinister eyes.
The young man choked when he was looked at, and subconsciously swallowed the second half of his sentence, and changed the topic instantly:
"How is...how is this friend? Is he injured?"
Chen Kong glanced at Han Li, who looked sick, and answered for him:
"He has a fever, nothing else."
The man breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and coldly ordered the bodyguards behind him, "Control these irrelevant people and find out how they got in. Waiters, go to the box to check on the guests."
After the orderly orders were given, the number of people in the corridor decreased instantly.
The young man turned his head and looked at Chen Kong again, and said in a friendly manner: "I'm sorry to disturb you. Our store will definitely compensate you for your losses as much as possible. Here is my business card. If you have any problems in the future, you can contact me directly."
Shen Kong raised his eyebrows and suddenly asked, “Are you the boss here?”
"no……"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the young man clearly felt a cold and terrifying gaze coming from not far away. The smile on his face froze, as if a thorn was in his back. He did not dare to look back and added with a stammer: "The boss...is not in the store today."
Feeling that the gaze directed at him was finally slowly withdrawn, the young man breathed a sigh of relief without leaving a trace.
Shen Kong took the black business card, glanced at it briefly, and then stuffed it into his pocket.
The young man asked respectfully, "Well, where are you going next? The hospital? After all, your fright tonight is the result of our lax security. We can prepare a car to take you to your destination."
Before he could finish his words, Shen Kong felt the arm around his neck tighten slightly.
Han Li pursed his lips, eyes watery, and said weakly: "...I won't go to the hospital."
The young man took a deep breath, forced himself to look away from the other person, and hypnotized himself in his heart - this is not my boss, this is not my boss, this is not my boss...
Shen Kong frowned: "Are you okay with the fever?"
Han Li rested his head on his shoulder, his voice hoarse and unclear: "...The hospital is useless, I just need to get some sleep."
Chen Kong was thick-skinned and generous, so he nodded: "Okay, where is your home address? Tell this person..."
"Zhao Jun." The young man quickly gave his name.
Han Li was silent at this moment.
Shen Kong stretched out his hand and pulled his face up, only to see that his eyelids were tightly closed, his eyelashes were drooping quietly, and his cheeks were burning hot.
Seems to have fallen asleep.
Zhao Jun: “…” He clearly still had the energy to glare at me just now.
Shen Kong was a little confused, but he couldn't force him to wake up in front of everyone, so he turned to Zhao Jun and said, "Forget it, I'll take him to my house."
After saying that, he skillfully gave out a string of addresses.
Zhao Jun did not dare to delay and quickly asked someone to prepare the vehicle. As soon as he turned around, the calmness on his face collapsed into pieces, revealing an expression as if the sky had fallen - he was doomed, today he actually witnessed the cold-blooded boss acting like a spoiled child online, he was going to be silenced! ! !
Chen Kong helped Han Li into the car, and he got in from the other side.
The car slowly drove away from the door of PUZZEL. The dim lights printed on the car window became blurred as the speed increased, like stretched golden and silver threads smeared on the smooth and cold window.
He turned his head to look at Han Li who was sleeping in the back seat, narrowing his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.
At this moment, the system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time popped up in Shen Kong's mind, and spoke with a mechanical and bland tone of deep sorrow: "What a good child this is. Correction officer, can you bear to treat him with the same cold and negative attitude as before? It's not too late to change his worldview now. It can prevent him from being deserted by his friends and family and dying alone in the future. Moreover, if the mission fails, your points will be reset to zero. It's not worth it."
"Are you trying to say that I'm slacking off?"
Chen Kong hit the nail on the head with one shot.
System: ...Aren’t you?
It had long seen Chen Kong's ability to confuse right and wrong and grasp the key points, so it had to swallow its anger and continue: "No, that's not what I mean. As an auxiliary system, I suggest that the correction personnel should have more contact with the mission target. The formation and correction of the three views are not overnight. It is not enough to just prevent the mission target from being bullied according to the plot. Correction Yuan, you must use your patience and care to influence him and let him embark on a healthy and normal path from now on."
The car body jolted, and Han Li's head, which was tilted behind the seat, slid down. His dark hair spread out in disarray, covering his tightly closed eyes.
The flickering neon lights outside the car window passed across his red cheeks, casting deep shadows on his sharply defined facial features. It seemed that one could still vaguely see the shadow of the little boy who had tear marks on his face but remained stubborn and silent.
Shen Kong narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully examined Han Li's calm face for a while.
He hesitated for a rare moment, then said to the system calmly in his mind:
"Okay, I'll try your suggestion this time, but there's one condition - don't interfere with my way of doing things."
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Chen Kong lowered his eyes, the cigarette between his lips drooped downwards, and his palms were half-closed in a loose manner.
With a "click", a blue flame shot out from the metal lighter, leaving a flickering glow on his face.
The night outside the window is dim, the mottled old window is half open, and the silent night wind blows in from the window, pulling and blowing away the pale and misty smoke.
This was the scene Han Li saw when he woke up.
The skinny boy sat on a chair by the window, his long legs crossed and a slender cigarette between his fingers.
In the smoke, his gentle and handsome facial features revealed a cold and distant feeling. He looked out the window with half-lidded eyelids, with a kind of casualness and indifference as if he didn't care about anything.
Han Li stared at him intently for a long time before he slowly exhaled.
He propped up his upper body with his arms, slowly climbed up, looked around, and realized that he was lying on the bed in Cheng Chen's house.
Under my fingertips I felt the soft touch of the starched quilt cover, and I could still vaguely smell the reassuring scent of the young man.
Han Li frowned and tried hard to recall his previous memories.
Perhaps due to the high fever, his previous memories seemed to be covered with a layer of blurry fog, almost giving him the illusion that he was still in a dream.
The last scene in his mind was that he was helped into the car by Cheng Chen. Immediately afterwards, the state of wakefulness that he had forced himself to maintain was overwhelmed by the drowsiness and fatigue that came over him, and he quickly lost consciousness as the car started.
Unexpectedly, after Han Li fell into a deep sleep, the recurring strange and realistic nightmare did not appear again. Han Li could not remember what he dreamed about. He could only vaguely recall some fragmented fragments - foggy and rainy weather, wet fingers, and the smell of crushed grass on his fingertips.
The author has something to say: Chen Kong: After so many days of passive resistance, I am finally ready to work!
System: ...Why do I always have this ominous feeling?
·Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated me with nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the [grenade]: The main attacker likes to push down and force 1;
Thanks to the little angels who cast [mines]: Daydreaminging, Xiaohei classmate 1;
Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:
Jiujiu 44 bottles; Yangtaijun 3 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
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