Suo Yu hung up the phone and turned around and left the banquet hall.

The secretary noticed his movements and hurriedly chased after him: "Mr. Suo, where are you going?"

"Some things need to be dealt with. Leave them here to you." Suo Yu said.

After Suo Yu finished speaking, his assistant's face turned pale, and he hurriedly said, "But here..."

Before he could finish speaking, Suo Yu stopped, and the man stood at the door of the banquet hall, looking at him quietly with his eyes down.

"Secretary Li, I spent a lot of money to ask you to do things. If you can't do these things well, what will I keep you doing?"

Secretary Li's expression tightened.

After saying this, Suo Yu turned around and took off his tie and left the banquet hall.

Xu Yan felt that he was about to burn to death.

After he called Suo Yu, all his strength was used up. The phone fell aside, and Xu Yan curled up and gasped hard and heavy.

Sickness can often thin people's nerves, and under thin nerves, people will become fragile. Xu Yan was scorched all over, and in his confused mind, he thought of some beautiful things from a long time ago.

He was not born as an orphan. He had good parents, and rich material conditions were second to him. They gave him meticulous care and selfless love. Xu Yan grew up as careless as Lin Xun when he was a child.

When he was a child, Xu Yan was in good health, but as a child, he would occasionally get sick. When he was sick, his mother would accompany him all day and night. Even if his father had to work, he would touch his cheek by his bed when he came back from get off work and tell him stories to accompany him, in order to make him forget the pain caused by illness.

Xu Yan's life is like a puzzle. With the company of his parents, they paved his life path piece by piece. However, when his puzzle just made the first pattern, his parents died unexpectedly.

At that moment, Xu Yan's puzzle was scattered all over the ground, with messy and incomplete small squares everywhere. Xu Yan stood in the pile of garbage, helpless and confused.

He never put his puzzle pieces again. Even now that he was nineteen, time was pulling him forward. His steps were still stopped when he was fifteen. His body was dragged and thinner, and he grew tightly.

Xu Yan hopes to dream of his parents in countless nights, but they rarely come. Sometimes, he will be angry about why they are not coming, but sometimes he thinks that they are just afraid that he will be sad when he sees them.

How can parents make their children sad?

But after thinking about this, Xu Yan's heart often felt a sense of sadness, as if standing by the winter beach, pouring a roll of ice waves on his head.

Only his parents love him the most, and now, no one in this world loves him so much.

Xu Yan curled up his body, a low moan spilled out of his throat, holding his memories and thoughts in his arms.

Suo Yu asked someone to open Xu Yan's room.

With the lights turned off in the room, Suo Yu walked into Xu Yan's bedroom with the lights projected in the corridor at the door. The bedside lights in the bedroom were on, and under the soft light, there was a ball of bulging under the soft quilt, and Xu Yan was lying inside.

The room was on, but perhaps because of Xu Yan's fever, the temperature in the room was much higher than outside. When I walked to the bedside, the temperature difference was a little more obvious.

Suo Yu stood in front of the bed, leaned over and stood on the edge of the bulging quilt and screamed.

"Xu Yan."

After hearing someone called him his name, a ball of quilt moved, but he seemed to have no strength and just moved, and there was no movement.

Suo Yu raised his hand and lifted the wrapped quilt.

Afraid of scaring Xu Yan, Suo Yu only lifted it a little. After the edge of the quilt was lifted, the heat in the quilt suddenly burst out. The smell of the mint-smelling shower fluid on the boy's body was heated and gently brushed on his face.

In a corner of the quilt lifted, the light penetrated into the quilt, vaguely illuminating the boy's face.

Xu Yan curled up in the quilt, his cheeks and his exposed skin were red. He was burned so hard that his consciousness might not be clear. When the quilt was lifted, the cool breeze from outside penetrated, and under his slightly frown brow, a pair of peach blossom eyes opened and looked outside through the corner of the quilt that was lifted by Suo Yu.

There was no focus in his eyes, but there was light. His eyes were bright and bright, like obsidian falling from mountain streams. He opened his eyes and looked at him steadily.

"Uncle." Xu Yan called him in a hoarse voice.

When Suo Yu called him out, his heart sank gently. He looked at his eyes and stretched his arms into the cave where Xu Yan buried him.

His hands were placed on Xu Yan's waist, and his fingers were rubbed into his skin through his pajamas. Suo Yu hugged Xu Yan, who was hot all over his body, and he held him in his arms with one arm, pressing one hand on the back of his head, causing him to fall into his neck and shoulders.

"Yeah. Be good."

Suo Yu took Xu Yan to the hospital.

Jiushan is a nursing home in Beicheng. In addition to the various entertainment venues where celebrities gather, Jiushan’s highest-end private hospital is also here.

Before going to the hospital, Suo Yu contacted the hospital's person in charge. When he took Xu Yan to the hospital, the doctors and nurses were already waiting outside. As soon as the two arrived, Xu Yan was sent to the ward.

"It's just a physical weakness caused by overwork, and the temperature difference in Hot Spring Villa is large, so I have a fever. At present, there is no problem with the physical signs, I just need to get some drip and reduce the fever."

The doctor stood in the ward and talked to Suo Yu in front of the bed about Xu Yan's examination.

In the VIP ward, in front of the white bed, the color of the boy's body had not faded. He lay on the bed, his eyes were closed tightly, his hands were exposed, and his beautiful hands were tied with needles, and they were stuck on the raised blue blood vessels by medical tape.

In front of the hospital bed, a tall man in a black shirt was sitting there. His narrow eyes were staring at the boy on the hospital bed. When the doctor finished talking to him about the boy's situation, the man's eyes did not move, and he simply responded.

"Um."

After getting the man's response, the doctor observed the man's expression and said, "Mr. Suo, if nothing happens, I will leave first. If there is anything, you can call me at any time."

After saying that, the doctor and the man nodded slightly and turned around and left the ward.

In the huge ward, with the doctor leaving, only Suo Yu, who was sitting by the bed and Xu Yan, who was lying on the bed, were left. The ward was quiet, and only Xu Yan's breathing gradually and the sound of falling drops were heard.

Suo Yu looked at Xu Yan on the bed and raised his hand to his forehead.

Xu Yan was pulled out by a pair of hands in the sea of ​​swords and fire. The hands held him and hugged him into his arms. His body was hot, the arms were hard and cold, and he curled up in that arms, burned to the point of losing consciousness.

Xu Yan's consciousness slowly recovered from the cold drip flowing into his blood vessels, flowing along his blood. His blood became colder due to the neutralization of the temperature of the droplets. His hot body heat was suppressed, and the consciousness he lost was also slowly recovering from the coldness.

Xu Yan opened his eyes as Suo Yu's hand reached his forehead.

His eyelashes raised and he met Suo Yu's drooping gaze.

"Awaken?" When seeing his open eyes, Suo Yu looked at him and asked.

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand to take away the hand that was placed in front of Xu Yan's forehead, but the moment his hand left Xu Yan's forehead, his hand was held by a hand that had not yet retreated.

"Don't." Xu Yan's hand, which was not in a vague way, held the hand that Suo Yu was about to leave, and his eyes were looking at him tightly.

Suo Yu's hand was held by Xu Yan, and his hand was still hot. Because of the fever, he had no strength. His fingers bent and tried his best to wrap around the hand he was about to pull away.

Xu Yan's hands were much smaller than his hands. His hands and fingers were slender and slender. Because he was sick, he looked bloodless now. He held his palm, and he felt a little sweaty because of the fever, and felt a little warm and wet.

Suo Yu's hand was vainly closed by him. After Xu Yan finished speaking, his eyes were staring at him quietly. His broad and thick hands held Xu Yan in reverse.

"Okay." Suo Yu said.

Suo Yu completely wrapped his hands.

In that moment, Xu Yan's hand was completely held by Suo Yu, and he felt that the hot heart in his chest was also held by him with his tight grip.

Xu Yan closed his eyes, and he leaned his head gently, leaning against the hand that Suo Yu and he was holding. His forehead rested between the fingers that Suo Yu held. The man's fingers were rough and slender, with bulging joints, but it was not uncomfortable when he leaned up. Instead, because of the narrow touch, he smudged some warmth.

Xu Yan's consciousness is sober at this moment. His fevered body, awake consciousness, and sensitive emotions are unable to disguise and eliminate them when they collide with each other.

His forehead was leaning against Suo Yu's hand holding his hand. In the scorching and heavy breathing, many thoughts crashed into his mind.

He had a fever. He called Suo Yu. After answering the phone, Suo Yu went to his room to find him. He carried him to the hospital, and he was with him in front of his bed. When he woke up and held his hand, he held his hand with his backhand...

Xu Yan's life is only nineteen years, but such warm memories seem to be only far away.

He hasn't been loved like this for a long time.

Xu Yan's forehead was pressing against his hand, and he was relieving his fever, but in his hand, the hand of the boy he held was slowly becoming hot.

He lowered his head and leaned between his hard hands and the soft pillow.

"Yanyan." Suo Yu shouted.

As he called this name, the boy's body trembled gently against his hand.

Suo Yu lowered his eyes and looked at the boy on the bed. His thumb touched his thick eyelashes while he was trembling. His eyelashes were soft, and Suo Yu's rough fingertips stroked the ends of his hot eyes.

"Don't cry." Suo Yu said.

Xu Yan held Suo Yu's hand, his forehead pressed between his fingers, and did not move for a long time. The ward was quiet, and only subtle sounds could be heard.

With this regular sound, Xu Yan's force against his raised knuckles gradually relaxed. He seemed to be firmer again, but it was only soft in his palm.

"Yeah." Xu Yan replied.
Chapter completed!