Chapter 23: Mr Ye's Daily: Slap on the Face

　　"By the way, if you don't mention it, I can't remember it," Ye Zheng accused. "You are a habitual offender who knows nothing about it. You have to count because you have been in it a few times. You are in the hospital. Have you come up with any good results?"

　　Jiang Kezhou didn’t even listen, and he said noncommittal.

　　"What a shit," Ye Zheng lightly slapped him through the quilt, "Forget it this time. Once you dare to hide it from me again, I will never care about you anymore."

　　His body language is relaxed and casual, and even the words are half-smiley, with only a little unobtrusive cautiousness hidden in the remaining sound. This sentence seemed to have opened a small mouth in his heart, and the panic and troubles that had been buried last night couldn't be hold back and his head tremblingly emerged.

　　Although Jiang Kezhou woke up quickly, he was still ill after all, and he was not in good spirits and could not sit for a long time. After a few words, he became tired. Observing his words and expressions, Ye Zheng stopped the conversation and asked him to lie down and put the quilt down. He leaned over and gently sucked on the corner of his lips: "Go to sleep, I'm here to guard you."

　　Jiang Kezhou's stray eyes swept over him who was resting on the edge of the bed. "You go back. I don't know what time I can wake up, so don't wait..."

　　"Shhh, close your eyes." Ye Zheng raised his hand to cover his eyes. The temperature shrouded together, and even the fear of nightmares was diluted. After a while, Jiang Kezhou’s breathing gradually became stable, Ye Zheng moved his palm away, and his long eyelashes like crow feathers were quietly and meekly hanging under his eyes. So clean and even a little lonely.

　　This face is really not stunning, it is only better in the facial features and soft lines. In the circle of coquettish bitches, Jiang Kezhou is also very common, usually fresh for a while-just like eating too much meat and occasionally changing the taste, eating lighter ones. Ye Zheng originally thought that he was the same. Looking at the blank paper after aesthetic fatigue was particularly pleasing to the eye, but after experiencing this, he suddenly felt that he might be addicted to vegetarian food.

　　The strangeness in his heart can't be covered by "freshness" for a long time.

　　Jiang Kezhou slept until 8:30 in the evening. When he woke up, the visiting time had passed, but Yan Zhixing was still in the ward. The hanging needle in his hand has been pulled out. Yan Zhixing shook the head of the bed for him, put down the small table, set up two porridge and tableware, and said, "I'll ask Mr. Ye to come for dinner."

　　Jiang Kezhou asked suspiciously, "He still didn't go? What time is this?"

　　Yan Zhixing smiled bitterly, not too obvious: "Mr. Ye has been accompanying you for a whole night."

　　Not long after Ye Zheng walked in, washed his hands and sat down, and saw the table. He saw the white porridge: "Forget it, it's time to nourish the stomach."

　　Jiang Kezhou: "You didn't have dinner?"

　　Ye Zheng said without embarrassment: "Yeah. This meal is to accompany you for a supper."

　　Jiang Kezhou frowned slightly. Didn't say anything.

　　It was inconvenient for him to wrap his hands with gauze, so Ye Zheng took two spoons. He drank half a bowl of porridge. After having a meal, Jiang Kezhou began to urge Ye Zheng back: "I have nothing here, don't need to accompany until night, it's unsafe to drive at night, you go early, aren't you had to go to work tomorrow.."

　　Ye Zheng said: "I don't need to check in to work, I am not afraid of being late."

　　"Don't change the subject." Jiang Kezhou looked at him helplessly, but his eyes were not deterrent. Why do you have to suffer here?"

　　"Being with you is not counted as suffering." Ye Zheng was stared at by Jiang Kezhou and just wanted to kiss him, and reached out to touch his hair. "You are still sick now. Don't worry about it. Wait for you to get better. I can do whatever you want, okay?"

　　Jiang Kezhou caught Ye Zheng's sugar-coated cannonballs by surprise, and almost choked back. He closed his eyes and said, "You don't have a good rest here. I heard Assistant Yan say that you were not feeling well last night?"

　　Ye Zheng cursed Yan Zhixing for spilling the tea. But his face was calm and steady, and his expression remained unchanged. "No, don't listen to his nonsense. It's just dizziness. I'll be fine after lying down for a while."

　　Yan Zhixing, who came back after throwing trash outside the door, "..."

　　It's really a flying snow in June.

　　Jiang Kezhou rounded Ye Zheng's "dizziness" in his heart, and frowned: "You fainted?"

　　Ye Zheng: "..."

　　"My God," he asked dumbfoundedly, "Baby, you are all sick like this. Why do you still have the strength to wonder if other people is sick?"

　　"I'm just sick, and I'm not stupid," Jiang Kezhou lowered his face slightly, "You must be overwhelmed with such tossing your body. If I faint at night, you will take care of me. Should I take care of you?"

　　Although Ye Zheng made up his mind not to tell him, he was pierced by Jiang Kezhou at this time, and he felt a kind of secret satisfaction in his heart. He soothed: "Don't worry, it's completely healed today."

　　Jiang Kezhou sneered, suspecting that when Ye Zheng fainted, Yan Zhixing could not stabilize his head and knocked his head: "There is only one pinhole on the back of your hand when you leave at noon. Now it has become two-just finished the infusion in the afternoon, now it is 'completely better'? Ye Zheng always loses the elixir, right? The effect is so good."

　　Ye Zheng glanced at the back of his hand and found that it was exactly what he said. Embellished with two dark red needle eyes. It's conspicuous when you look closely, but it's definitely not so obvious that you can notice it with just a glance. He was so warm and warm with the subtle care entrained in Jiang Kezhou's cynicism that instead of being angry, he became very easy to talk: "That's right, let Yan Zhixing go to search for a double ward, and I will stay with you in the hospital."

　　He has been waiting outside the door. Assistant Yan hadn't recovered his sanity from the injustice, and in a blink of an eye, he was stunned by Mr. Ye's unpretentious slap in the face.

　　Last night, he said “don’t let him know” or “don’t have a double ward”. It hasn’t been 24 hours! This fickle man!

　　Ye Zheng shouted: "Zhixing, come in, and ask if the hospital can transfer a double ward."

　　Assistant Yan pushed his glasses and said neatly: "Okay, President Ye."

　　Ye Zheng was just overworked, and his symptoms were much lighter than Jiang Kezhou. Three days later, he had basically recovered and was able to recover and be discharged from the hospital. However, President Ye called "patients need to be taken care of". He also asked Yan Zhixing to send all the documents that needed his signature to the ward, pretending that he was taking care of everything every day and was here to do business.

　　In stark contrast, the patient who was so exhausted by his "care" could hardly wait for the stitches to be removed and discharged the next day. Of course Jiang Kezhou couldn't really let Ye Zheng, a young master, take care of his daily life, otherwise he wouldn't even know how he died. Usually there are nurses to help, Ye Zheng is only responsible for feeding and chatting that is not difficult, and often takes the opportunity to wipe the oil. Jiang Kezhou slept more the first two days, and when he had enough energy, he was not so tired. Looking at Ye Zheng, he felt that he had a strong sense of existence.

　　Jiang Kezhou was accustomed to being alone, and Ye Zheng did not stick to him all day, so once the two stayed in the same room for a long time, even if Ye Zheng concentrated on work and didn't say a word, Jiang Kezhou felt that his gasping was too disturbing.

　　Keeping nerves tense for a long time is very tiring. On the fourth day, Jiang Kezhou really endured it to his limit. He said to Ye Zheng who was working in office: "Since you are so busy, you should almost go back to the company to take a look? It is always inconvenient to work in the hospital all day. "

　　Ye Zheng, who was sitting by the window, looked back at him, smiled and closed the computer: "So overbearing?" He leaned over and kissed Jiang Kezhou's lips: "Okay, then I won't work and I will concentrate on staying with you. Do you want to eat fruit? The doctor said you would have a cough. Eat a pear."

　　Jiang Kezhou: "I..."

　　Ye Zheng didn't give him a chance to speak at all: "Come on, open your mouth."

　　Jiang Kezhou cut a pear into small pieces. Jiang Kezhou swallowed it and said: "Assistant Yan runs here three times a day, your company has a lot of things at the end of the year, right? There are staffs here, so you don't really need to look at me every step of the way—

　　"Dare to talk about this?" Ye Zheng plugged his mouth with pears and snorted coldly, "Let the dog go away without looking at it. You don't want to bargain with me, there is no discussion about this matter."

　　Jiang Kezhou: "... "

　　After he finished eating the pear bite by bite, Ye Zheng washed his hands and came back. He picked up the remote control and turned on the ward TV. A familiar theme song of a TV series sounded in the room.

　　Jiang Kezhou didn't want to talk to him, so he stared at the colorful TV screen. After a while, Ye Zheng suddenly spoke calmly beside him.

　　"I once read a novel about a gold digger trekking in the wasteland for a long time, almost starving to death, and finally he was rescued by a boat. He finally didn't have to worry about being out of food. Like a madman, he always fears that the food will not last long, so he sneaks around the storage room every day to spy. He treats every loaf of bread as precious as gold, and the room is full of bread. Everyone thinks he is ill-but when the ship docked and stepped on land, he returned to normal."

　　"Sounds very unreasonable, right?" Ye Zheng lowered his eyes and said flatly, "Actually, this is not a disease. I'm afraid. People are sane most of the time, but sometimes they are inevitably weak. When I am no longer so afraid of losing you... this ship will probably be able to dock."

　　He stood by the bed. He got up, picked up the computer set aside, walked to the door without saying a word, and left the ward.

　　Jiang Kezhou leaned on the hospital bed in a daze, almost motionless, his expression changed a few times, and finally froze into a daze.

　　Of course he had heard the story that Ye Zheng told, and he clearly remembered the details. Precisely because of the confirmation, he clearly knew how deeply Ye Zheng's understatement of "I'm afraid" was actually a deep fear.

　　He didn't expect that Ye Zheng would cut open his chest in front of him unexpectedly, showing him the deeply hidden wound. Jiang Kezhou seemed to be splashed with cold water on his head, and his internal organs shivered severely.

　　Is he afraid too?

　　No matter what time, Ye Zheng is always strong with ease, passing through the tens of thousands of flowers, and the leaves do not touch his body, appearing passionate and sentimental. He have never seen him take anyone special to his heart, and there is no way to regret losing it. Even "reluctant" sounds like a joke. Jiang Kezhou is very self-aware. He doesn't ask Ye Zheng to accumulate much affection for him, as long as he can live in peace for five years and be a friend afterwards, this is already very good.

　　However, today he saw his true face in Ye Zheng's eyes, like an ignorant child with a sharp blade, scratching his heart ignorantly, but still showing a loss like a victim. At a loss-even under the guise of "being good for him" swagger.

　　What kind of pain did Ye Zheng endure, again and again without changing his face to meet the tip of the knife in his words?

　　Jiang Kezhou arched his back slightly, breathing quickly as if out of breath. The heart seemed to be pinched, with soreness and pain. He propped up the bed with his stiff arm, forcibly rolled off the bed, put on slippers and walked to the door. He was hurt on his shoulder, tearing at every step he took. Jiang Kezhou walked very slowly, a layer of cold sweat oozes from his back, but he still gritted his teeth and moved out of the ward.

　　No matter how difficult it is, it would be better to watch Ye Zheng walk out of the ward with his back turned to him.

　　He hurts other people's hearts, so punish him for more pain than Ye Zheng.