When the food reserves become my wife

late at night.

I opened my eyes suddenly, the pain in my stomach was overwhelming, and the spicy stuff was surging in my throat. I immediately jumped up from the bed, bent over and ran into the bathroom at the speed of a [-]-meter race, and found the exact location of the toilet in the dark , kneeling on the edge of the toilet, bowed his head and vomited wildly.

My vomiting can be called earth-shattering. Physiological tears flowed out involuntarily, making my face wet, and the violent contraction of my stomach made it difficult for me to even breathe. I could only open my mouth and pant while vomiting. .Cheng Cheng was so sleepy that he couldn't be woken up by setting off firecrackers in his ears. Naturally, he couldn't be woken up by me. After I vomited out the contents of my stomach, I struggled to get up and pressed the flushing button. Open the window of the bathroom, and then wash your face and mouth.

I felt much more comfortable now. I wiped the water off my face indiscriminately, and returned to the bedroom weakly, lying on the bed with my back stretched into a big character, my eyes staring straight at the ceiling in the darkness, and I muttered helplessly: " I'm dying……"

In the quiet night, a light green light lit up, jumped to my side, input the warm power into my body, and complained softly: "Mr. Lin drank so much wine, how could your human body carry it?" stay."

"I don't want to either..." I covered myself with the quilt, frowned and rubbed my throbbing temples lightly, and asked, "How did I get back?"

"Mr. Liao sent you here." The energy full of vitality wrapped around my stomach and relieved the pain caused by the convulsions. Hearing this expected answer, I groaned and turned over, my eyelids were like It is heavy and uncontrollably closed again.

When I woke up, it was already high in the sun, and the sun that could not be blocked by the curtains illuminated my pigsty. My throat was terribly dry. I rubbed my sleep-swollen eyes, lay quietly on the bed for 5 minutes, and got up to go Living room to drink water.

Cheng Cheng went to work and forgot to boil water before leaving. There was not a drop of water in the thermos. I looked at every cup in the house. The bottom of the cup was cleaner than my face, so I had to take the cup out of the faucet. He took some water and drank it.

Yige is sitting on the pillow of the sofa watching TV. I told him not to be so restrained when there is no one else at home, and taught him some human entertainment activities. After trying a few things, this little guy fell in love with watching TV. According to my observation, its current favorite program is news broadcast.

"Mr. Liao said last night that you don't have to go to the company today." Yige poked his head out from behind the sofa and said to me, "Please don't drink raw water. The water quality here is not up to the standard for drinking, and you will have stomach trouble."

"Got it, got it." I drank a few sips to moisten my throat, and went to the kitchen to boil water. While waiting for the water to boil, I cleaned up and wiped the window sill.The pots of half-dead flowers raised by Cheng Cheng have grown extremely vigorously since Yige arrived, and they have lost their shape. I picked up the scissors and wanted to trim them a little, but after a few gestures I didn't know where to start, so I had to give up.

Having nothing to do, I found something to eat, went to wash my clothes, passed the bathroom, and saw a red spot on my collarbone in the mirror. I threw the clothes in my hand into the washing machine, and went to the mirror to take a closer look.

The red mark was on the side of the neck near the collarbone, which was half covered by the collar. I pulled the round neckline down, stared at the mirror for a long time, and felt more and more like a hickey mark.

I was taken aback by this thought, lightly pressed the red mark, and tried hard to recall what happened last night. Although I still had the memory in the bar, it was very vague. The two men who shot the gun were completely fragmented after getting into the taxi, and they didn't remember anything.

...What the hell happened last night?

Feeling inexplicably panicked for some reason, I decided to seek help. I ran out of the bathroom, pointed there and asked, "Do you know what's going on here?"

Yige glanced at the kiss mark, then turned his gaze back to the TV screen, and said in a normal way: "It was there when you came back last night."

"I know." I thought to myself, isn't this nonsense, anyway, it can't be Cheng Cheng's, "Who made this?"

After I finished speaking, I slapped my forehead and sighed that I was so anxious that even my IQ disappeared. Yige didn’t follow me last night, how could I know, so I didn’t wait for it to answer, scratching my messy hair in distress and going back to the bathroom, continuing to pick up my clothes Look at that trace.

I’m not afraid of others’ jokes when I say it. I grew up with my only girlfriend, that is, Bai Yanan, who only held hands and kissed on the lips. They were the kind who broke up when we touched each other. After seeing the eclectic picture, I started to worry contradictoryly about whether my first night was just handed over in such a muddle.

After thinking wildly for a while, naturally no conclusions were drawn.I sighed, finished the housework honestly, took out a shirt with a stand-up collar from the closet and put it on to cover up the hickey marks, and went to find Gu Chuan with one.

Today is a sunny day. There are many patients on the lawn of the hospital who come out to let the wind out. The atmosphere is peaceful. It is too troublesome to go through regular channels. I floated into Gu Chuan's ward through the window with ease, and found no one inside.

This guy ran around again... Gu Chuan's breath was well hidden, I couldn't sense where he was, so I had to wait for him in the ward, and I put an enchantment around the door, so that I could be keenly aware of someone coming over.Sitting on the hospital bed, I took out my phone to open the game and found that Liao Chi was also online.

Click the invite button, Liao Chi immediately accepted the invitation, appeared in the team formation box, and then a line of words appeared in the chat box: "Are you sober?"

"Ah."

I thought for a while and then said, "Mr. Liao, how can you play games during working hours?"

"I'm happy."

This answer is the most coquettish. Looking at these three words, I made up the image of Liao Chi sitting on the boss's chair with raised eyes and a smile, shrugged, and began to match.

I play games that belong to the kind of wave to fly. I play support for Liao Chi. He quietly fills up troops online, so I go to the opposite wild area to wander around. Several times, there are traces of blood fighting back, and it looks like it is lying on my shoulder. The onlookers couldn't stop exclaiming, and in the later stage, they hit the opposite side doubting their life, and the angry opposite side began to type and say fuck me.

I have been ignoring him, killing the Quartet quietly, and using practical actions to prove who it is. Fuck. Who sent a sentence when the crystal on the opposite side was about to be blown up at the end: "Is it comfortable?"

I played with Liao Chi on the trumpet. After playing for more than an hour, Gu Chuan came back. He didn't go through the main entrance, but came in through the window. Seeing him coming back, I greeted him without raising my head, and said, "Wait for me." 5 minutes to finish the round."

Gu Chuan hummed, glanced over my shoulder and glanced at the phone: "Should I send you to Professor Yang for a phone call as a teacher?"

"Huh?" I was typing vigorously, but I couldn't hear what he said: "What's the electricity?"

"It's okay, you can play." Gu Chuan put his finger on Yige's little head, walked around from the side of the bed when it was humming dissatisfied, and sat next to me to watch.

I easily pressed the pair on the ground, rubbed and hammered the crystal. I watched another star light up. I put the phone on my lap and stretched. Gu Chuan noticed my rank and asked, "Little Number?"

"Well, I played with the boss." I sent a message to Liao Chi saying that I didn't want to play anymore. After getting his reply, I closed the game and put the hot phone on the bedside.Gu Chuan had a half-smile on his face: "You are really good at being a secretary."

"Where is it?" I chuckled, then remembered the purpose of my trip, quickly put away my expression, and said straight to the point: "I have something to ask you, it's serious."

"Speak." He made a move that I knew.

"Why do you monitor Liao Chi's dream?"

I thought that Gu Chuan would come up with a bunch of excuses to deal with me, so I was ready to ask to the end, but Gu Chuan just smiled indifferently and didn't answer directly, but said: "I know his father."

He knew Liao Chi... Huh? ? ?

"What?" I was dumbfounded: "You know Liao Chi's father?"

Yige also widened his eyes in surprise.I only know that Liao Chi was often abused by his alcoholic father when he was a child, so that men who chased him would always appear in his dreams. Not long after his mother died, Liao Chi was taken into the main house of the Liao family by his grandfather. I don't know the whereabouts.

"There's only so much I can tell you right now, and I'll tell you the rest after the meeting. You can guess the connection between these two things." Gu Chuan lifted the hem of a curvy train with his finger, He received an unceremonious slap on the back of his hand, and said with a tsk: "The little guy has become wild after following you. You were more obedient when you first came to my place."

I was very powerless to buy Gu Chuan's question, knowing that what he asked me to try my best to guess meant that even if I had a longer brain, I couldn't guess it. I tentatively asked, "Liao Chi's father...is related to Yan?"

Gu Chuan was noncommittal.

It looks like it is, and I have some confidence in my heart. Today's harvest is quite satisfactory, so I changed the subject contentedly: "Why did you go there just now?"

"Going out for a stroll, I've been bored in the house for several days, it's uncomfortable."

It stands to reason that a non-threatening patient like Gu Chuan can go out for a walk every day. Hearing this, I raised my eyebrows slightly and asked, "Doesn't Dr. Chen arrange for you to go out for a walk?"

Gu Chuan looked annoyed: "Don't mention it, I was caught by someone when I was making out with him a few days ago, and a few doctors judged that I had violent tendencies, so they shut me up in the room and moved me to Area B .”

The four words "violent tendencies" are enough for me to imagine the scene at that time. I couldn't help laughing out loud and reminded him: "Dr. Chen doesn't want you, so don't force him. A twisted melon is not sweet."

"If you don't force it, the one lying in his arms will be someone else." Gu Chuan snorted: "You emotional idiot, you know nothing."

"As long as you understand, you understand." His words hit my sore spot. I took the phone and stood up, copying a frame into my pocket: "Let's go, do whatever you like."