Chapter 29 He Zhimo runs away from home
After a while, a notification popped up on his phone that the Mingling Zoo he was following was live streaming, and Yu Zhu immediately lowered the volume and turned it on.
In the live broadcast, Shang Youqing was feeding the furry animals with his back to the camera as usual. His clear and pleasant voice seemed to have some kind of magical power that relaxed the body and mind. Yu Zhu could vaguely feel that his fatigue from a day's work was gradually disappearing.
He placed his phone on his workstation, concentrating on reading it. Just as he was about to take some snacks out of his drawer, he suddenly saw a familiar figure through the glass door in front of him. Yu Zhu was startled and turned around to see -
He Cong walked out of the office at some point, holding a coffee cup in his hand, standing behind him expressionlessly, his sharply defined jaw lowered, his dark eyes staring at the live broadcast on his phone.
Yu Zhu was slow to react and was about to stand up to explain. The next second, He Cong pressed his shoulders back down and said in a steady voice, "Keep watching."
He Cong said these words of compassion for his subordinates, but his eyes were still fixed on the live broadcast screen on Yu Zhu's mobile phone. He was even more fascinated by it than Yu Zhu himself.
Yu Zhu was nervous and sat upright at his work station, forced to slack off and watch the live broadcast.
He tried his best to maintain good professionalism, holding his breath and concentrating for a moment, and then heard Mr. He behind him calmly request: "Turn up the volume."
"Oh, oh, okay, Mr. He." Yu Zhu quickly raised his voice to the maximum.
After a while, He Cong spoke again, "Turn up the screen brightness."
“…Okay, okay.” Yu Zhu slid his finger and turned the brightness to the maximum.
A few minutes later, He Cong's handsome and deep eyes furrowed, and he began to complain that the screen in front of him was too small, so he continued to give a new instruction in a rigorous manner: "Project the live broadcast screen onto the projector."
Yu Zhu: "..."
He was about to say something when Shang Youqing's voice came from the live broadcast screen -
[Okay, thank you all for your company, today's live broadcast ends here. ]
Seeing the screen go black, Yu Zhu finally breathed a sigh of relief and cautiously turned around to remind: "Boss He, the live broadcast has ended."
He Cong withdrew his gaze in an instant, turned indifferently and returned to his office.
Yu Zhu originally thought that the incident of him slacking off and watching Xiao Shangyuan's live broadcast of feeding Mao Rong was over, but in the evening, after accompanying Mr. He to a charity dinner, and on the way back with the driver to send Mr. He off -
Yu Zhu had just reported his itinerary for the next day and the day after tomorrow when He Cong looked out the car window and suddenly spoke.
"You think she looks like that, too."
Yu Zhu was stunned for a moment before realizing that President He was referring to him slacking off at the company and watching live broadcasts during the day. He coughed and admitted, "A little bit."
He Cong glanced over sharply, "So she might be Fu Ying."
Yu Zhu thought to himself: It's over. Mr. He has been normal for only two days, and now he's sick again...
On the surface, he could only pretend to be calm and whispered, "Boss He, your wife has been gone for three years..."
Not getting the answer he wanted, He Cong turned his head back coldly and looked out the window.
He Cong returned to Yanyuan before the curfew.
Butler Chen said that He Zhimo went back to his room to sleep early today. He Cong didn't think much about it and went upstairs to take a look at the little guy's room as usual.
He tucked the quilt that was rolled up on the little guy again, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at He Zhimo's little head for a while before getting up and returning to his bedroom.
However, what He Cong didn't know was that after the door of the small room was closed again, the little head in the quilt nodded, and it was He Zhimo who rubbed his eyes and climbed out of bed again.
The night light was on warmly, and He Zhimo was lying on his small bed. His little hands were pulling off the feathers that had fallen out of the collar of his pajamas bit by bit. He bit his lips and teeth as he pulled, and his eyes were getting redder and redder.
He carefully hid the plucked feathers in his schoolbag, zipped it up, and hugged the schoolbag aggrievedly.
All day long today, feathers were falling from his body frequently, more and more.
In the morning, He Zhimo was just wondering if he was sick, but now he finally had to believe that he really had a strange disease that caused him to lose feathers.
The little boy was worried all day long and didn't dare to tell the housekeeper or his father.
He was afraid that this was an incurable disease.
He was already a sickly little kid. He was already three years old, but he was always sick, making his father worry. He had finally managed to calm himself down and accept his sickly little body, but now he had contracted this strange disease...
Dad has already lost mom once. What will he do if he finds out now that he has a strange disease?
He Zhimo thought about it while tears were falling from his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry out loud. Finally, he buried his little face in the pillow and fell asleep while hugging his little bird doll tightly.
Before dawn the next day, the alarm clock that He Zhimo had set in advance rang.
When I woke up, my little head was dizzy, hot and burning, my eyelids were red and my big eyes were wet with moisture.
When He Zhimo climbed up from the bed with a grunt, he was almost hurt by the two shoulder blades on his back. He rubbed the painful back bones in grievance, but ended up feeling out several feathers.
“Woo…”
The cub was both scared and in pain. He bit his lips, trembled his shoulders and whimpered softly a few times. He raised the back of his hand firmly to wipe away his tears and stuffed the fallen feathers back into his schoolbag.
Afterwards, he changed into the prepared small clothes in a dizzy manner and wrapped himself tightly, fearing that feathers would accidentally fall out while walking on the road. Even the cuffs and trouser legs were tied with tight drawstrings.
At this time, the servants in Yanyuan had not yet come to the lakeside area. He Zhimo carried his small schoolbag and sneaked out of the lakeside area before dawn, avoiding the patrol area.
Knowing that a truck would be coming in from the side door at this time to deliver the daily fresh ingredients, He Zhimo relied on the fact that he was a child with short legs and a small body to stealthily avoid the unloading personnel, secretly climbed onto the truck, and hid inside the container.
Soon, the truck started.
He Zhimo carefully lifted the thick tarpaulin and saw through the gap that the truck was leaving Yanyuan.
As he watched, several more feathers fell from the hot little face.
He Zhimo plucked the little feather in despair. He couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed, hugging his head which was so painful and hot, crying softly.
He didn't want his father to see him with a strange disease.
So... I want to run away from home before my dad finds me, and hide somewhere where he can't find me.
But, but where can he, a little kid, go?
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