Chapter 40

After an unknown amount of time, he felt his cheeks itchy, as if a feather was scratching them.

Uncomfortable. How could his body be so heavy, yet so light? He was dazed and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were too heavy to lift.

Someone said in his ear, "Wake up."

Wake up, he wanted to wake up, but he felt so uncomfortable, his head hurt, his body hurt, as if he was locked in a cage made of cotton.

"You have a fever," the voice said, covering his forehead with its cool fingers.

It was so comfortable, Roger couldn't help but chase after the cold hands, hoping that the hands would have mercy on him and cool down his hot forehead.

"Have you taken the medicine?"

Roger opened his mouth and said weakly, "I have..."

"When did you take it?"

Perhaps the cool hand covering his forehead worked, Roger felt that his head didn't hurt so much, and it was cool and comfortable. He tried hard to open his eyes a little, and vaguely saw the shadow of He Songgao.

Is it the president? It seems so. He is very familiar with that face. He is handsome, but too cold, as if the world has committed a great sin against him. Can't he smile more? How warm this handsome face must be when he smiles. It's not an exaggeration to call him an angel.

"I, I forgot." Roger said with difficulty, trying desperately to sit up.

He Songgao held him down: "Don't move."

Now he was sure that this man was the president. Don't move, two short words, the familiar domineering style of the president. Luo Jie lay down obediently, staring at He Songgao.

"I'll take you to the hospital." He Songgao said.

"No, I won't go." Luo Jie refused subconsciously. Going to the hospital with a fever was the most uncomfortable thing. Dragging a body with a high fever and waiting anxiously in the crowded emergency room was a complete torture.

"Then what do you want to do?" He Songgao said, but Luo Jie could hear that this was not impatience, but a tone of solicitation.

"I, lie here for a while." He said, swallowing his saliva, his throat was dry and painful, "It will be fine once the fever goes away."

He Songgao stood still. After a while, he said in an imperative tone: "Go into my room and lie down on the bed."

What? Roger stared at He Songgao with heavy eyes.

Did he hear it right?

Is this still the cold-blooded president with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder and a strong sense of territory? He used to get angry even when he used his toilet, but now he is allowed to sleep in his bed. What happened? Has his obsessive-compulsive disorder been cured?

No, no, absolutely not. This is a serious disease that is in the late stage as soon as it is discovered. It usually lasts a lifetime and there is no possibility of recovery.

What allowed him to temporarily cure this psychological cancer?

Thinking of a possibility, Roger couldn't help but be a little moved.

He - it was for me, for a poor person who had a fever due to overtime work and was unwilling to go to the hospital.

He was moved, and then he heard He Songgao say, "Can you walk?"

"...Yes." Luo Jie said, but he just said that his body was not under his control at all. He couldn't sit up and it was difficult to move a finger.

He looked at He Songgao with a look of help.

He Songgao met his gaze, frowned, and then suddenly bent down and hugged him horizontally.

"!" Luo Jie was startled and subconsciously hugged He Songgao's neck, "You, what are you doing."

"Hold you to rest."

Oh my God, is this the right way to open the domineering boss strategy? But why is it so strange? Aren't the targets of the domineering boss strategy usually those kind of delicate and soft little white flower heroines? Why is this "white flower" now himself? Luo Jie coughed lightly to drive away the strange thoughts in his head: "Why are you holding me? I, I can walk by myself."

"Do you have the strength?" He Songgao snorted and said, "Stop talking nonsense."

Luo Jie closed his mouth and thought weakly, you are so strong, oh no, you are so manly, no no, I am wrong, I am wrong! It should be, brother, you are so kind.

Because he was weak, he could only lean on He Songgao. Such a close distance made him a little dazed -

it seemed that there was a similar scene many years ago. He was not having a fever, nor was he sick. It was just when the two of them were playing together. At that time, He Songgao was still the approachable Alvis, and Roger liked to cling to Alvis like a monkey, put his arms around Alvis' shoulders, grab his arms, whisper to him, or tease Alvis, forcing this person who didn't like to be close to others to be close to him... How wonderful it was at that time. Although the two people's statuses were very different, their hearts were extremely close to each other, and there was no distance between them.

Perhaps he was so confused that Roger couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams. He looked at He Songgao's face and called out, "Alvis."

"What?"

He Songgao's voice was close at hand. Roger squinted his eyes and looked at his profile, trying to find evidence of Alvis' existence in the past.

Alas, why does he always miss the past? Although the past was not so beautiful, after all, Alvis was not an easy person to get along with, but he couldn't help thinking about him, couldn't help thinking about him, and finally he almost went crazy. He thought that maybe Alvis left too suddenly, causing him to have a withdrawal reaction; or maybe the later president was too indifferent, making him miss the warmth of Alvis in the past.

He was probably crazy, and he actually said what he hadn't said to He Songgao many years ago: "Alvis, I miss you so much."

He Songgao's footsteps stopped suddenly, as if he couldn't believe it, or perhaps to confirm it, and said softly: "Miss me?"

"Yeah." Roger felt his brain split into two halves, one half was stagnant, and the other half was thinking like a turtle, "You are so cruel. I send you messages every day, but you don't reply to any of them."

"...Didn't I say I'm busy."

"I don't believe anyone in this world can be so busy." Roger said aggrievedly, "So busy that you don't even have time to eat or sleep, unless you are the richest man in the world. No, the richest man also has a wife, he wouldn't ignore his wife."

"Are you my wife?" He Songgao lowered his head and looked at him.

"Of course I'm not." Roger said, his voice sounding weak because of the fever. "I'm your brother. If you treat your brother like this, I don't believe you can be any better to your wife."

"I treat my wife differently."

"How is it different?"

He Songgao said nothing, and continued to walk towards the president's office.

When he entered the room, he added to his previous answer: "I treat my wife very well."

Bragging. Luo Jie thought, but he fell asleep as soon as He Songgao put him on the bed, and he didn't have time to refute what He Songgao just said.

In the middle of the night, he woke up once, and He Songgao was sitting at the head of the bed, taking care of him. Luo Jie looked like he was struck by lightning: "You, what are you doing?" As soon as he said this, he realized how hoarse his voice was, as hoarse as a broken gong. He cleared his throat and wanted to sit up.

"Don't move." He Songgao pressed Luo Jie's forehead, where a cold towel was placed, which had been heated by someone's body temperature. "Your fever hasn't subsided yet, don't bother."

Luo Jie's eyes moved upwards and saw two flat stools moved to the bedside, one with a small basin on it, and the other with boiling water and a thermometer. The president's lounge was not very big, and was only used for lunch breaks, so there was no bedside table, so he used the stool as a bedside table and took care of himself in a proper manner when he was sick.

Luo Jie admitted that he was moved.

"You, did you move the stool and basin by yourself?"

"Otherwise."

"...I didn't expect you to take care of others. You weren't like this before." Luo Jie couldn't accept the current scene. Where was his president? Where was the arrogant, cold and ruthless president? Who is this gentle version of the president now?

"What happened to me before?"

Luo Jie covered his neck and said with a painful expression: "Give me a drink first." His throat hurt so much that he couldn't help coughing, "Water."

"Don't talk if it hurts." He Songgao said, picking up the water cup on the stool and handing it to Luo Jie.

The water temperature was just right, not hot or cold, and it was very comfortable to drink. Roger felt his throat healed by the cup of water at just the right temperature: "You do this, and I will be moved."

"Then what?"

"What then?" "

After being moved."

Roger said: "Work hard and be like a slave for you."

"..." He Songgao said coldly, "Thank you, you don't have to work so hard."

"?" Now it was Roger's turn to be confused.

"I'm not Zhou Baopi." He Songgao supported him, slowly put him back on the bed, and covered him with a quilt. "Next time you have a fever, don't work overtime. If others see you, they will think I'm abusing you."

Luo Jie endured the pain in his throat and said, "You are so good to me, how can I repay you?"

He Songgao lowered his head and looked at him scrutinizingly, "Didn't you say I was too much before?"

"The past is the past." Luo Jie said seriously, "We have to accept a person's reform."

"..." He Songgao smiled, "Are you so easily satisfied?"

"Yeah." Luo Jie said, "I must have been used to your pua in the past."

He Songgao touched his forehead, pushed the wet hair on both sides of his temples to both sides, and said, "Go to sleep, don't talk."

Luo Jie was so feverish that he had no strength at all. He closed his eyes and fell asleep in a short while.

This time he slept for a long time. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was dawn.

Where is He Songgao?

The president should have gone home. He looked at the wall clock. It was half past six, and there were still two hours before work.

What should I do? Should I ask for leave?

But the work has not been done yet. What if it delays the president's business trip? It's better

not to ask for leave. Just a fever, you want to embarrass him, the gold medal secretary. Luo Jie thought about it, then he lifted the quilt and sat up, intending to use the president's bathroom to take a shower.

Just after getting out of bed, He Songgao came in.

"What are you doing?" The president said, with a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"I..." Just after he finished a word, Luo Jie was stabbed by the sharp pain in his throat.

It hurts, why does it hurt so much!

"Go to the bathroom?" He Songgao could only accept this answer, "I'll help you go."

"No..." Luo Jie said, thinking sadly that he might not be able to go to this class. He even had difficulty opening his mouth. How could he talk to others? "I, I can take a leave today?"

He said, pausing every word, his eyebrows tightly wrinkled, and his face full of pain.

He Songgao walked to the bedside with a cup of warm water in his hand without saying a word, lifted up Luo Jie's calf, and put him back into the quilt: "Drink some water first."

Luo Jie half leaned on the pillow and drank a sip of water.

"Uh..." Even drinking water hurts, how could this happen.

"Come to my house." He Songgao said coldly.

Luo Jie was stunned: "What...what?"

"I have a nanny at home." He Songgao said.

"I have a nanny?" What's wrong with having a nanny? Is she showing off to him at this time?

I knew he was thinking wrong as soon as I saw his eyes. He Songgao pushed his forehead and said, "The nanny can take care of you."

"I...can do it myself." Although he was very touched, it didn't seem right to live in someone else's house. It's not like he can't take care of himself.

"Your fever hasn't gone down yet." He Songgao said, taking out the thermometer from the stool and stuffing it into Luo Jie's armpit. "Wait until your fever goes down before you go back, otherwise I won't be at ease."

"..." Luo Jie was so shocked that he couldn't say anything. "You, are you still the same person?" Even though his throat hurt like being scraped by a knife every time he said a word, he couldn't help but say, "When I was sick and asked for leave before, you would only say 'oh' at most." "

Really? I remember you liked to pretend to be sick before." He Songgao said, staring at Luo Jie with a pair of dark eyes, without even moving.

"..." Oh my god, he was exposed just like that. He used to always find excuses for asking for leave, but mental illness is also a disease. Who made this person always moody? He is under a lot of pressure, okay?

"Put on your clothes and go downstairs." He Songgao said.

Realizing that he really wasn't joking, Luo Jie said, as if to confirm: "Really, let me go to your house?"

"Really."

Well, that's not impossible.