Chapter 35 Seagulls no longer love the sea and can fly farther 37
Chapter 35 Seagulls are no longer attached to the sea and can fly farther (37)
When Chu Yu woke up in the morning, she felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach, which was not very obvious. She didn't take it to heart, got up, took some medicine, and lay back on the bed.
But as time went by, the dull pain in my stomach did not weaken, but became more and more uncomfortable.
While he was sleeping, the pain was very obvious. Chu Yu lay on the bed and turned over. Even though the air conditioner was still on in the room, cold sweat broke out on his back.
Her face was pale and her pale pink lips were clenched.
It may be that the stomach problem has recurred. Yesterday I was too indulgent, ate too much, smoked, drank, and ate so many dishes with multiple flavors, so it hurt so much.
After making a call to the driver, Chu Yu got up from the bed, changed into a set of clothes, and went to the hospital for a check-up.
After arriving at the hospital, Chu Yu almost fainted from the pain. The driver was so anxious that he found out that he had acute gastroenteritis.
Chu Yu was already lying on the hospital bed and fell asleep. The second before she lost consciousness, she was still complaining about the delicate body.
When she woke up again, it was already dark. She blinked in confusion and felt the burning gaze next to her. She turned around and saw that it was Xing Zhuo.
Chu Yu didn't pay attention. She just asked casually and knew that Xing Zhuo had a serious mysophobia, and she had also used this fork. She should be disgusted if she didn't say anything about it. She finished a small plate by herself.
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He is still wearing a suit that has not changed for thousands of years. His coat is placed on the sofa. His eyebrows are deep and cold, and his toned figure is wrapped under a black shirt and suit pants. His whole body is mature.
Male hormones almost make your legs weak.
Meeting the young man's slightly confused gaze, Xing Zhuo's eyelashes trembled, he stood up, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to her.
Don't expect Chu Ye to come see her in person. From childhood to adulthood, as long as Chu Yu didn't break off his hands or feet and his limbs were intact, Chu Ye wouldn't be able to be frightened.
The boy's pale pink lips were very moist because of the water he had just drank. He looked at the man in front of him unpreparedly, with no energy and a little dislike, "Why are you here?"
This sentence made Chu Yu laugh out loud and put his hand on his forehead. His skin was cold and white, his fingers were slender, and he had a sickly beauty as if he had not seen the sun for a long time.
I thought there would be escorts in the ward.
The clear laughter is like jade beads hitting a disk.
Xing Zhuo's eyes swept around the young man's pale and sickly face, and he scolded in a deep voice: "Young Master, you clearly know that your stomach is not good, so why do you still insist on eating those spicy foods? You don't repent, you only feel pain."
Only then will you be obedient.”
In fact, the two of them rarely talked together. Chu Yu was not a good conversationalist in the first place, and Xing Zhuo's personality was relatively quiet. The two of them were doing their own things in the ward, which was strange and harmonious.
Her casual question made Xing Zhuo freeze up.
"You can eat it yourself."
Xing Zhuo glanced at his watch, thinking that time had passed so quickly without realizing it. He glanced at the young man lying on the hospital bed, still a little worried, "Can you do it alone at night?"
It took a long time to squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Do you want to eat the apple?"
As if aware of his gaze, she raised her head and looked over with her glass-like eyes, which were clear and quiet. She subconsciously smiled at him. The left cheek was sunken and the dimple was very shallow.
After Xing Zhuo finished sorting the files on the computer, he raised his head and his eyes fell on the young man sitting on the hospital bed quietly reading a book. She was wearing a white and blue striped hospital gown, her exposed wrists were white and thin, and the red-white light fell on her hair.
There is a layer of light on the silk.
Xing Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled, he calmly withdrew his gaze, crossed his long legs, and restrained the fire that suddenly shot up in his heart.
Chu Yu played with his mobile phone for a while. After a long time, his eyes became blurred, so he found a magazine to read. His hair lay softly in front of his forehead, and he pinched the pages with his jade-like fingers.
She hadn't finished chewing the fruit pulp in her mouth, her right cheek was slightly bulging, her clear eyes were looking at him, and she said inarticulately, "Do you want a bite?"
She never expected that Xing Zhuo would come all the way to the hospital and even condescend to take care of her.
Xing Zhuo looked into the young man's amber pupils, his eyebrows slightly raised, his jaw tightened unconsciously, his eyes that had always been calm fluctuated for a moment, and actually moved away.
Seeing that the man was staring at her, Chu Yu thought that the man also wanted to eat it, so she forked a larger piece of fruit flesh with a knife and fork and moved it to the man's mouth.
She smiled and teased, "Please, I'm not a child, and I haven't lost my hands or feet. Of course I can take care of myself."
Chu Yu took it confidently, took one with a knife and fork and stuffed it into her mouth. The apple flesh was juicy and sweet, and the flesh was fresh and sweet. She ate it with gusto, and her lips were as red as pink as cherry blossoms.
Her black and soft hair hung messily on her forehead, and her stomach still felt a little uncomfortable. She frowned and said sadly: "I didn't pay much attention at the time, so I just took a few more bites."
Xing Zhuo not only peeled the apple cleanly, but also cut it into small pieces, placed them on a small plate, and brought them to Chu Yu.
It's just that his Adam's apple, under the shadow of the line of his lower collar, slid slightly unnoticeably.
Xing Zhuo was indeed a busy man, but he still squeezed out a day to spend time with Chu Yu.
As she swallowed, her eyelashes trembled twice, and the cinnabar mole on her eyelids was looming.
In the past few years, the two of them have rarely met each other. Although Chu Yu still remembers what Xing Zhuo said on the rooftop that year, he no longer has the same disgust and disgust as before. Time can dilute everything.
Chu Yu raised his eyebrows in confusion, turned a page, his white face reflected, "What are you looking at me for?"
Although he still didn't like Xing Zhuo very much, Chu Yuzai didn't have the strength to confront him.
Chu Yu didn't expect that he would ask this, but since she asked her, there was no reason to refuse. She bargained: "Then remember to peel off the apple peel for me. I don't like to eat apple peels."
Xing Zhuo couldn't help but stare at the cinnabar moles on the young man's eyelids for a long time.
The young master rarely smiled at him.
Chu Yu was indeed thirsty and drank a large glass. When she finished drinking, Xing Zhuo took the cup and put it on the bed table.
Chu Yu was the only one who dared to direct Xing Zhuo to do things like this, but Xing Zhuo was extremely happy to do so.
Chu Yu read the magazine for a while, and seeing that Xing Zhuo had no intention of leaving, he reminded him, "It's almost 12 o'clock, aren't you going back?"
"Why do you feel like you are becoming more and more verbose like an old lady?"
Xing Zhuo's expression did not change. He squinted his eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, and his deep pupils, which were like paint, showed an imperceptible helplessness. "If the young master could take good care of himself, he wouldn't be in the hospital."
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