Chapter 45

A few days later, the business trip team officially set off.

The plane took off from Yangcheng International Airport and arrived at Munich International Airport ten hours later.

Colleagues from the branch arranged a car to pick them up, and the group took a bus to the hotel. It was snowing in Munich and the temperature was very low. After Roger accompanied He Songgao to check in, he first sent He Songgao back to the room to rest.

He kept sniffing on the way and his expression was also gloomy.

He Songgao saw this and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Yeah," Luo Jie said, feeling a chill, "Maybe I have a fever again."

He Songgao had felt something was wrong with him since he got off the plane, but he never had a chance to ask. Now that he heard him say that, his expression became serious, "Let me see." He put the back of his hand against Luo Jie's forehead. It was hot, and he had a fever again. He frowned and said in a tone that could not be refused, "You live with me."

"Ah?" Luo Jie was dizzy, "Not so good, we have to avoid suspicion."

"What do you want to avoid?" He Songgao said coldly, "Can you do it yourself?"

"Why not." Luo Jie didn't want to live with him. What would it look like for a secretary to live with the president? He would be framed by others later.

The two men were in a stalemate in the corridor for a while. He Songgao stopped talking to him and directly grabbed his wrist and dragged him back to the room.

Luo Jie was exhausted. He came to his senses after entering the room and argued with He Songgao: "You kidnapped me. I said I don't want to live with you." He looked around. This is a suite. The president is frugal and did not book the fancy presidential suite. It was just an ordinary business suite. There was only one bed. Even if they lived in the same room, where would he sleep? You can't let him sleep on the sofa when he has a fever.

He Songgao pressed him on the sofa and said condescendingly: "Wait for me here." Then he turned around and walked out of the room.

Luo Jie sat on the sofa and had not come to his senses yet. What are you doing? Won’t the waiter help to bring up the luggage?

It’s so uncomfortable. He felt unwell while on the plane and fell asleep in his seat for five hours. When he woke up, he felt cold all over, dizzy, and had no strength to walk. Wasn’t he well? Could it be that someone else gave him the virus on the way?

Woo. Roger lay on the sofa with his face covered, thinking about what to do next.

How could he fail at the critical moment? There were a lot of things waiting for him to deal with on this business trip. What should he do now? Would he be packed up and rushed back home in advance?

- No, he was still waiting to witness the great moment when the president signed the contract with WH Group.

While he was messing around and making the worst-case scenario, He Songgao came back: "Get up, come upstairs with me."

"What are you doing?" Luo Jie said softly, as if his bones were burned and he had no strength at all.

"Changed the room." He Songgao walked over, dragged him up from the sofa, and leaned him against himself, "Do you have the strength to walk by yourself?"

"Yes... I think." There were so many colleagues coming and going in the hotel, and it would be bad if they saw him. Luo Jie broke away from He Songgao's arms and said stubbornly, "I can walk by myself." Then he staggered towards the door, like a patient who had just come down from the operating table.

He Songgao did not force him, and walked slowly behind him.

Along the way, they really met several colleagues. Seeing that Luo Jie looked bad, the colleagues asked with concern: "Secretary Luo, what's wrong with you? You look so bad."

Luo Jie was running a fever and his reaction was a little slow. He Songgao answered for him: "He has a fever. I will take him back to his room."

The colleague suddenly realized and didn't think about anything else: "Do you need my help? Mr. He, you are tired all day, go and rest first."

"No." He Songgao said coldly and gently touched Luo Jie.

Luo Jie reacted and said with his eyes straight: "I'm fine, I just need a good sleep. Well, I'll leave first."

The colleague stopped where he was and watched them take the elevator upstairs.

There was no one in the elevator. Luo Jie really couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to lean against the wall to rest for a while. He Songgao saw this and put his arm around his waist to let him lean on him. Luo Jie jumped away like a frightened bird: "You, don't do this in public, what if someone sees you?"

He Songgao said calmly: "No one is here now."

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, Luo Jie walked out first, followed by He Songgao. The corridor was very quiet, with only the two of them. Luo Jie said: "I want to vomit."

In fact, he didn't want to vomit, but felt dizzy. Extreme dizziness would give people the illusion of wanting to vomit.

He Songgao said nothing, walked in front of Luo Jie, and carried him on his back without saying a word.

"Hold my neck." He Songgao said.

Luo Jie didn't struggle anymore, his life was at stake. He hugged He Songgao and was in the mood to joke: "What if I vomit on you?"

"You dare." As a severe obsessive-compulsive disorder patient, He Songgao finally said something that was in line with his personality.

After entering the room, Roger realized that He Songgao had changed to a suite that was convenient for two people to live in. The bedroom doors were facing each other and it was very spacious. He Songgao put Roger on the bed, helped him take off his cotton clothes, stuffed him into the quilt, and then called to ask if the hotel had boiled water, a thermometer and antipyretic medicine.

He spoke German with standard pronunciation. Luo Jie said enviously, "You speak German really well. I also learned German, but my level is not even half as good as yours."

He Songgao tucked his quilt and touched his forehead again. The temperature seemed to have dropped a little, not as hot as before. "One of my roommates in college was a German." He answered Luo Jie's question, "You also know German? I've never heard you say that before."

"I was afraid of being embarrassed before." Luo Jie said honestly, "When I was in college, I chose German as my second foreign language because I wanted to show off. I regretted it within less than a day after choosing it. The counselor wouldn't let me change it. You don't know how painful it was for me to learn it."

He Songgao touched his face. The high fever made his face red and hot, like a red apple. "Do you talk so much when you have a fever?"

"Do I talk too much?" Luo Jie was half unconscious and didn't even know what he was saying. "I'm usually like this. By the way, will you let me go back home first?"

"Let you go back home first? Why?"

Luo Jie pouted and said, "I'm sick and can't seem to help at all."

"How can you take a plane if you're sick?" He Songgao smiled and pinched his cheek. "Don't talk, save your energy."

At this time, someone knocked on the door. He Songgao walked over. It was the waiter who came to deliver the luggage and cold medicine. Luo Jie heard the noise in the house and wanted to help, but he was powerless.

Soon He Songgao came back with a cup of warm water in his hand, "Drink some water first." He sat down on the bed and handed the warm water to Luo Jie's mouth. Luo Jie didn't want to drink it and turned his face to one side. He Songgao said, "Be good, drink some." This sentence seemed to have magic. Luo Jie turned his head and touched the wall of the cup with his mouth, tasting a little warm water.

The two of them were very close, and Luo Jie almost leaned on He Songgao. This long-lost warmth made him a little dazed, and he couldn't help saying, "You, you look like my mother."

He Songgao: "..." He was speechless and said coldly, "I'm not your mother, you should talk less." It was annoying to hear.

"Open your mouth." He Songgao held a thermometer in his hand, pretending to put it into Luo Jie's mouth.

Roger disliked this oral thermometer, which might have been used by many people: "I don't want it."

"It's clean and sterilized." He Songgao said, pinching Roger's chin and forcing him to open his mouth.

"Ouch." Roger looked painful and tried desperately to spit out the thermometer.

"It will be fine in a moment." He Songgao took out the thermometer, 39.8 degrees, "High fever, take some antipyretic medicine first."

Luo Jie said weakly, "There are some in the suitcase, I packed two kinds, you can get me the XX brand, it will work for me."

"Okay."

After taking the medicine, Luo Jie lay in the quilt and waited for the fever to subside. In fact, he felt better now, but he had a fever for too long and had an illusion that his soul was flying away. Even He Songgao, who was right in front of him, seemed a little strange. He was still the same person, but it always felt like there was a ball of transparent cotton between them.

He Songgao's voice came from the cotton end: "Are you sweating?"

"..." Luo Jie opened his mouth, thinking that he had just taken the medicine, how could it be effective so quickly. But he didn't have the strength to speak, so he just opened his mouth and exhaled a hot breath.

"Don't talk if you don't have the strength, go to sleep." He felt something cool on his forehead, which was so comfortable. He felt sleepy and fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up in the dark.

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and with the light of the street lamp outside the window, he saw a person lying next to him.

It was He Songgao.

He didn't take off his clothes or get under the quilt, but just lay on his back on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.

Roger sat up quietly and touched his forehead. It wasn't hot anymore. Maybe the fever had subsided? His throat was itchy, and he couldn't help but cough softly.

The noise woke He Songgao up. He sat up and turned on the bedside lamp: "Are you awake? Are you feeling better?"

Luo Jie was very touched: "You didn't sleep all night."

"I slept for a while." He Songgao answered simply, got out of bed, and poured water for Luo Jie.

"What time is it now?" Luo Jie asked.

"Ten o'clock at night," He Songgao said, "Munich time."

Roger calculated and said in surprise, "I slept for four hours?"

"Yeah." He Songgao came back with a glass of warm water in his hand, "Drink some." He

added some salt to the water, which tasted salty. Roger drank the whole glass of water in one breath and felt much better: "Is my fever gone?"

He Songgao said, "Yeah, it went away two hours ago."

Roger felt that his body was no longer dizzy, and now he felt indescribably refreshed, "It seems that this virus is not as powerful as the last one, and my throat doesn't hurt that much. Can I go to work with you tomorrow?"

"No." He Songgao refused almost immediately.

"I'll wear something thicker." Roger begged.

"No." He Songgao said, leaving no room for maneuver.

"Then what am I doing here?" Luo Jie couldn't help but feel depressed, "I can't do anything, I'm just holding you back."

"You didn't mean to get sick," He Songgao said, "What does it matter?"

"Then you go to work, what should I do?" Luo Jie said depressedly, "Stay in the hotel."

"Stay in the hotel." He Songgao nodded.

"So boring." Luo Jie's face wrinkled, he pursed, and lay on his back on the bed, "Let's see how it goes tomorrow, okay? I usually get better quickly when I'm sick, just like last time."

"Fever is easy to recur." He Songgao broke off another pill and handed it to Luo Jie, "Take another one."

"Have you read the instructions?" Luo Jie refused to take it, "Why do I remember that this medicine is to be taken once every eight hours?"

"You remembered it wrong, take it once every four hours."

"Oh. Okay." Luo Jie could only take another pill.

After taking the medicine, He Songgao did not leave, and even tried to get on his bed. Luo Jie crawled over and pushed him to stop him from climbing onto his bed: "What are you doing?"

He Songgao paused and said, "Sleep."

"Go to your room and sleep." What are you doing on my bed.

He Songgao was too lazy to explain, so he grabbed the quilt and covered Luo Jie's head, then put him on the other side with the quilt, and then he lay on this side, turned off the light, and went to sleep.

Luo Jie hurriedly got out of the quilt and said angrily, "Are you sick?"

He Songgao ignored him and seemed to have fallen asleep.

What's wrong with him? Sleeping without a quilt? Roger kicked him with his foot: "I know you want to watch me to prevent me from having a fever again. But there is no need to do this. My fever has gone down, which means that the medicine is effective and I won't have a fever again in a short time. Go back to your room and sleep."

He Songgao's cold voice rang out in the darkness: "I was sleeping here just now."

"Just now, am I awake?!"

"Who knows if you will have a fever again."

"I won't."

"Not necessarily."

Why are you so stubborn! Roger doesn't mind two men sleeping in the same bed, but if this person is someone else, it's okay, but if it's He Songgao, that's really scary. What if he is not conscious in his dream and does something bad to him?

He just started to think like this, and He Songgao said, as if they could sense each other's telepathy: "What are you afraid of?"

"What, what am I afraid of." Roger felt a little guilty, "You are gay, I am straight, what will it be like to sleep in the same bed. Although you don't have that idea, but, what if, I know a little bit of martial arts, if I hurt you or something, don't bother me."

"Pfft." He Songgao laughed out loud, not taking the threat from the child seriously at all. "Don't tell crosstalk when it's time to go to bed."

"?" Roger responded, realizing that he seemed to be insulted, "What do you mean by crosstalk? I was telling it seriously."

"Oh. It's not funny."

After a while, Roger still couldn't fall asleep. The lights were off, but a little light from the window shone in, and he could vaguely see that it was snowing outside, a lot of snow. Before they set out, it was snowing in Yangcheng, and it was also this heavy snow. For a moment, Roger had an illusion that they had never come to Munich at all, and everything was just a dream.

There was a rustling sound beside him, and it was He Songgao turning over.

Luo Jie moved, looked at the ceiling and said, "Hey."

"What's up?" He Songgao said, his voice was very soft and a little sleepy.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Yeah."

"But I'm not sleepy yet."

"...Why do you talk so much when you have a fever?"

"Why, are you upset?" Luo Jie pouted, a little aggrieved, "I'm just like this."

"No."

"Don't you have to adjust to the time difference?" Luo Jie felt incredible.

"No need."

"Then what should I do? I'm not sleepy at all now." "If you

're not sleepy, count sheep."

"My mind is not clear now, and I can't count. Can you help me count?"

"No."

"Tsk, stingy."

After a while of dawdling, He Songgao couldn't help it. He sat up and pulled up Luo Jie's quilt to cover him, and said coldly: "Go to sleep." "

Got it!" Luo Jie said in the quilt, "Let go quickly and let me go out. I'm suffocating."

He Songgao then lifted the quilt a little: "Sleep."

"Yeah, yeah." Luo Jie didn't dare to bother him anymore.

After a while, he heard the long and steady breathing sound from beside him. He Songgao should have fallen asleep. Facing the light leaking in from the window, Roger saw that he was wearing a set of silk pajamas, and his chest rose and fell with his breathing.

Really, he is not afraid of the cold at all.

He blinked and actually felt very tired. He must have been infected by He Songgao's breathing. He yawned and thought that now that his fever had subsided, he should be able to go to work tomorrow.

But - he turned his head and looked at He Songgao. What if this man caught a cold without a quilt?

Go to the other room to move the bed and quilt over?

No, he was exhausted and didn't want to walk such a long way to move the quilt for him.

Otherwise, give him half of his quilt? Roger thought tangledly, but he had been hiding in there for so long, and he didn't know if he would infect him with the virus.

He thought about this and that and finally he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. In order to prevent He Songgao from showing off and catching a cold, Roger mercifully shared the quilt with him and covered himself with a small corner of the quilt. After all, he had slept for a while and his fever had gone down, so it shouldn't be a big deal. It

was snowing outside and the north wind was howling, but it was very warm indoors. Roger's heel was against He Songgao's calf - or thigh. In short, it was warm and comfortable, as if he was stepping on a hot water bottle. He turned over and leaned towards the heat source.

It was really warm, so warm that it didn't feel like winter at all. Is the winter in Munich as warm as spring? He really didn't know this before.