fish under ice

Chapter 16

Zhong Juntong couldn't sleep well, and had a high fever again in the middle of the night, and was rushed to the hospital.After a dose of powerful fever-reducing injections, his fever subsided for the time being, and he changed into formal clothes and continued to deal with the British side.It was another day of non-concession and arguments, and this time the Zhong Group won 5.00% more control.The goal of this trip to the UK has basically been achieved.

Half of the pressure on Zhong Juntong's shoulders was relieved, and he handed over the rest of the finishing work to his secretary.He went to the restaurant on the first floor of the hotel to eat a bowl of noodles.The shredded pork noodles with green vegetables are very average, the soup base is light, and the noodles are very soft and not chewy.But Zhong Jun finished his noodles and soup.Chinese noodles warmed his stomach.

He put down the chopsticks, there was a layer of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his whole body became hot.He had no strength all over his body, and he relied on the straight suit to support the straight arc of his back.

He took out his mobile phone and called his assistant: "I'm very sad, come pick me up from the restaurant on the first floor."

When Zhong Juntong was about to pass out from the fever, he seemed to hear Shi Yi's voice from the phone, asking anxiously.He felt that it might be an illusion caused by day and night thoughts, but he still wanted to talk to this imaginary Shi Yi, but he couldn't utter a word when he opened his mouth.

As far back as he could remember, Zhong Juntong had never suffered from such a serious illness.His fever did not subside, and his high fever once reached 39 degrees, and it even soared to 40 degrees at night.I couldn't eat anything, and I spit out all the porridge I was fed, which made me quite embarrassed.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, he woke up at intervals for the first time without knowing it.The air is filled with the smell of disinfectant and general hotel aromatherapy, as light and long-lasting as water.The blackout curtains in the hotel suite were not drawn, and a line of pink and purple sky was exposed behind the beige tulle curtains.The sunset glow in the evening sky in London was burning brightly, like a flowing oil painting.

His consciousness returned, he is now abroad, there is no time here.

A stab.

Zhong Juntong frowned, looked at the source of the voice: "What are you doing?"

The assistant was arranging Zhong Juntong's suitcase. He was a little scared when he heard this question at first, and answered honestly: "Mr. Shi is coming, isn't he? I'll tidy up the room."

Zhong Juntong's heart beat wildly: "Who wants to come?"

"Mr. Shi. Your legal spouse."

Zhong Juntong dragged his weak body out of bed, and he still didn't forget to boss around his assistant: "Quick, my suit, my pomade, my perfume, and my razor!"

The assistant got the order, and immediately started spinning around like a spinning top.

As a result, just as Zhong Juntong got into the bathroom and began to shave, the doorbell of the suite rang.Before Zhong Juntong had time to call the assistant to stop, the assistant rushed over and opened the door.

"Jun Tong?"

Zhong Juntong heard Shi Yi's voice.

Not in a dream, not in one's own fantasies and memories.A lively, fresh voice full of warmth and emotion, right in your own room.

Shi Yi was like a huge surprise that fell from the sky.

Zhong Juntong's chin was still half covered with foam, and when he turned his head, he saw Shi Yizheng standing at the door of the bathroom.

His cheeks were dyed an ambiguous and gentle rose color by the London sky, and his long scarf was spread out, dangling in front of him, like a squirrel's long tail.He was panting from running, his soft lips opened and closed slightly, but his eyes looked at Zhong Juntong motionlessly, as if he had a lot to say but couldn't.

Zhong Juntong's heartbeat stopped for a moment.

He was sure, and actually paused.

At this moment, he was close to death, and also close to the ultimate dying love.

Shi Yi walked over to hold his hand, touched his forehead, and asked anxiously: "You still have a fever, what are you doing up?"

As if Zhong Juntong hadn't realized it yet, he looked at Shi Yi who was supposed to be thousands of miles away, and said in a cautious voice that he couldn't believe, "You cut your hair."

Shi Yi froze for a moment, tears welled up suddenly.

Zhong Juntong didn't know why he made Shi Yi cry again, so he put down the razor, hurriedly wiped his tears, and coaxed him repeatedly, "Don't cry...don't cry... ...do not Cry......"

But Shi Yi couldn't stop crying at all.

His eyes were full of flashing white tears, Zhong Juntong was fragmented in the margins of the tears, but gradually came together.

He was not so wronged when he was forced by Zhong Juntong drunk, he was not so wronged when he was thrown at home without an apology and soft words, and he was not so wronged when he did not receive the third call from Zhong Juntong. The stepmother and sister were not so wronged after they said those embarrassing things.

Zhong Juntong just said something very ordinary, Shi Yi felt wronged when you cut your hair.

Shi Yi suddenly hugged Zhong Juntong's neck on tiptoe, and continued to cry.

Zhong Juntong was still in a daze, not knowing how things turned out like this.

But Shi Yi took the initiative to reach out to hug him, with a soft body and a faint fragrance, like a mid-spring night with the fragrance of pink roses thrown into his arms.Of course he reached out and caught it.

Shi Yi cried for a long time before he stopped crying, blushing and refused to look up, and continued to bury himself in Zhong Juntong's neck.

Strange to say, after being hugged and cried by Shi Yi for a while, Zhong Juntong actually felt refreshed, which was more effective than piles of pills.

"Are you ready to cry?"

Zhong Jun patted him on the back.

Shi Yi gave a muffled hum, and let go of him, a pair of eyes that were slightly red from crying were just seven centimeters away from his lips.

Zhong Juntong was stupefied, he lowered his head and kissed Shi Yi's eyes that were red from crying, wet tears slipped between his lips and teeth, he pressed his tongue, and tasted the salty taste.

"It's a bit bitter."

Shi Yi stared at him blankly, and heard Zhong Juntong say again: "When you're done crying, all you have left is Tian."

Shi Yi bit his lip shyly, stretched out his finger and tapped his chin, "I haven't shaved it clean yet."

As a result, when the matter developed, Zhong Juntong sat on the sofa, even Shi Yi did the shaving for him.Shi Yi's snow-white fingers holding the razor moved slightly in his eyes.He was gentle and shaved very carefully, for fear of hurting the sick Zhong Juntong.

Shi Yi wiped his chin clean again with a towel soaked in water, and wiped his face by the way.After being covered with a hot towel, the pores on the face are dilated and breathing becomes easier.

"What are you doing with a suit of clothes on the bed? Do you want to go out?"

"want to see you."

Shi Yi pursed his lips tightly, thinking to himself, so he was also the person Zhong Juntong had carefully prepared to meet seriously?

"Go back to bed and lie down. The fever hasn't subsided yet." Shi Yi helped Zhong Juntong onto the bed, and covered him with the quilt again.

Zhong Juntong held his finger, feeling very nostalgic, "I'll sleep for a while...you are not allowed to go."

"Don't go."

As expected, Shi Yi didn't walk away, sat on the edge of his bed, looked down at the snow-white sheets, "Juntong, shouldn't I come here? I came here when I received a call from you saying that you were not feeling well."

Zhong Juntong did not answer the question of whether it should be or not, but asked uneasily, "You came alone? Did it go well?"

"Well. Your assistant helped me go through the formalities for going abroad, and I didn't delay long."

"That's good."

At this moment, Shi Yi looked directly into Zhong Juntong's eyes, begged with Zhong Juntong's pitiful eyes that made his whole body tremble, and begged for an answer persistently: "Do you want me to come?"

Zhong Juntong replied affirmatively: "Yes."

Shi Yi felt a little relieved.

Some people still look forward to his arrival.