Huo Chuyun looked at the time, it was already one o'clock in the morning, Lu Xingchen was still busy in the study.
Huo Chuyun had a straight face and the cold air radiating from his whole body scared Tofu who was parkouring in the living room so much that he hid in the cat's nest, opened the study door, closed his computer, "Stop looking, I'll take you to wash up and rest."
Lu Xingchen glanced at him and wanted to grab the computer. Huo Chuyun just stared at him seriously and said coldly, "Lu Xingchen! Don't make me say it a second time, or you won't sleep tonight. I don't mind letting you cry and beg me to let you sleep!"
Lu Xingchen thought of something, and his waist felt weak subconsciously. He timidly looked at Huo Chuyun's expression, and could only honestly stretch out his hands towards him, showing a cute smile, "Brother Chu, hug!"
When Huo Chuyun saw this, his expression softened a bit. He stretched out his long arm gently, held Lu Xingchen's penis with one hand, and carried him back to the room like a child.
That night, Lu Xingchen finally had an extremely clear nightmare.
In the dream, Huo Chuyun was locked in a dark basement where rats and cockroaches crawled freely.
Huo Chuyun's face was bloodless and pale, and he was lying on a simple little bed made of several wooden boards as if he was lifeless.
Lu Xingchen ran forward worriedly, still wondering how Huo Chuyun's tall and strong figure was lying on this bed that was less than 1.5 meters tall. The next second, Lu Xingchen's breathing stopped and he collapsed on the ground.
Huo Chuyun's lower body was covered with worn-out trousers, which were empty and light underneath. Huo Chuyun's legs were gone, and the remaining thighs were still tied with blood-stained bandages, and there were a few black ants scurrying around underneath him.
Lu Xingchen's always strong face was shattered in an instant. He rushed forward in collapse, but missed. He couldn't touch Huo Chuyun. This realization made him tremble all over and couldn't help but feel frightened.
The next second, the dim basement received a weak light source, and the basement door creaked open.
Song Zhihua was dressed in a graceful and wealthy dress. He waved the flying dust in the basement with his hand in disgust. His high heels kicked abruptly and made a sound in the basement. Seeing that Huo Chuyun was like a dead pig, he couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked the old wooden bed hard with his feet.
"Stop sleeping, sign Share Transfer Agreement, and I will let you go. I will give you a hard time, and I don't want to kill you." Song Zhihua saw Huo Chuyun faintly waking up, and said in a sharp voice.
Huo Chuyun opened his eyes and reluctantly supported his body with his hands to sit up. His dark eyes stared at her sharply, like the judgment of the God of Death, "What if I don't sign? Song Zhihua, kill me if you can."
Song Zhihua glanced at him disdainfully and fiddled with the manicure he had just done on his hand, "I don't have such a hobby. Huo Chuyun You and my dad are really carved from the same mold. Both are so annoying, stubborn and tough!"
But no matter how stubborn people are, they all have weaknesses. Aren't you afraid of death? Are you afraid of Lu Xingchen's death? Lu family happened to catch him over there. Do you think it would be better if I let Lu family gouge out one of his eyes, or chop off his hands?"
Song Zhihua looked at Huo Chuyun with a half-smile, and his expression finally changed, as if he had seen something new.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity, Lu Xingchen has lost one of his beautiful fox eyes. What do you think, if I let someone dig out another one? The two bloody holes are symmetrical."
Huo Chuyun's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at her with splitting eyes. Thinking of Lu Xingchen's loss of a beautiful fox eye, blood and tears finally fell from the end of his distressed eyes. He blamed himself and wanted to kill himself, and said in a trembling voice, "Let him go, and I will sign."
Lu Xingchen has already burst into tears. He hates seeing Huo Chuyun alone and helpless. He came to this world to support Huo Chuyun, not to be a burden to him.
Song Zhihua called Lu family to let him go. Huo Chuyun was unable to sign the contract. When he saw Song Zhihua excitedly picked up the red and hot coal on the side with iron tongs, he was about to go in the direction of Huo Chuyun.
Lu Xingchen's veins popped out and he rushed towards Song Zhihua, "Song Zhihua, I will kill you!"
That night, Lu Xingchen had a high fever all night long and fell into endless nightmares. The tears in the corners of his eyes wet the pillow. Huo Chuyun stayed with him all night, wiping him with distress.
Huo Chuyun asked the personal doctor Sun Rui on the side, "Why can't he wake up?"
Sun Rui frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he asked, "Mr. Huo, has your family encountered anything recently? Is there any abnormal behavior?"
Huo Chuyun recalled the scene last night, "He was indeed very anxious last night and stayed up until very late due to busy work. But he didn't say anything and I didn't ask further questions."
Sun Rui is very knowledgeable in the medical field, majoring in surgery and minoring in psychology, so he suggested. "Mr. Huo, do you think you should wait for him to wake up and rest for a while, and then you can bring him to my place for psychological treatment."
Huo Chuyun shook his head slightly, "When he wakes up, I will ask him and he will explain clearly what happened to him. It is not a psychological problem."
Sun Rui saw this and asked again, "What is your illness, Mr. Huo?"
Huo Chuyun waved his hand, "I don't have nightmares anymore. I had a good rest at night. I don't need to watch anymore."
Sun Rui had no choice but to suggest. "Mr. Huo, after a while, I will give you a final diagnosis at your home?"
Huo Chuyun glanced at him and then nodded reluctantly. Seeing Lu Xingchen lying fragilely on the bed with an IV drip, he said softly, "Doctor Sun, you go out first, he needs to rest."
Sun Rui looked at Huo Chuyun's back, a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes, and quietly left the room.
When Lu Xingchen woke up, the lights were already on. He felt his eyes stinging and his throat burning with thirst. He weakly pushed himself up and sat on the bed.
Just at this time, Huo Chuyun brought in the third hot porridge. Seeing that he woke up, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Baby is awake? He's been sleeping all day. Let's drink the porridge first."
Lu Xingchen nodded weakly, sat on the bed and enjoyed Huo Chuyun's feeding. After drinking a bowl of hot porridge, he felt alive again. He took a sip of warm water and asked, "Brother Chu, what's wrong with me?"
"You had a high fever in the middle of the night. I called a private doctor to give you an intravenous drip. You have been sleeping until now." Huo Chuyun touched his forehead to make sure the fever had subsided before explaining.
Huo Chuyun didn't hide it. He rubbed Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and asked directly, "Baby, can you tell me what you were busy with last night? You had a nightmare for a long time today. I'm very worried about you."
Lu Xingchen noticed the purple and dark circles under his eyes, and took his hand distressedly into his arms. The two strings of Buddhist prayer beads bumped together gently, and said softly, "Brother Chu I'm sorry for making you worry. I lied. These two strings of Buddhist prayer beads are not as simple as I said."
"Yesterday, I did meet a Daoist priest after you left. He said that you had suffered a bloody disaster. I helped him get back the money he had been defrauded. He told me that the two of us could resolve the crisis by wearing Buddhist prayer beads. It was my fault. I didn't discuss it with you."