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“Huff…chi, huff…chi…”

The young man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and his eyeballs bulging, as if he had a horrible dream.

The incandescent light above my head was blinding.

Besides.

There were also several faces wearing white masks surrounding him, staring down at him.

Is the nightmare not over yet?

The young man closed his eyes, then opened them again. Everything was the same, and his visual senses were still as cold and silent.

Obviously.

This is not a dream.

Or.

Everything in his "dream" was not a dream.

A man wearing a white mask glanced at the instrument next to him and nodded.

Then, the faces surrounding the young man moved away one after another.

The young man opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but no sound came out. It turned out that there was an oxygen mask on his face.

Not only that, there was a tube inserted into his arm, and at the other end of the connection, a medicine bottle hanging on a bracket was silently dripping an unknown liquid.

  Is this a hospital?

It seemed like the young man in the ward wanted to raise his hand, but he was too weak. Although he was rescued from the door of the King of Hell's unit, the double physical and mental trauma still greatly damaged his health.

He regained consciousness, but his mind still couldn't function normally.

The real scene in front of him and the scene of people being shot one by one in the warehouse competed with each other and finally stopped at the scene of Cai Jian's tragic death.

This was the last memory in his mind.

Footsteps sounded.

No one paid any attention to him.

The young man raised his head with great effort, only to see that all the masked men had walked out.

Even with such a simple action, he could only hold on for a while. After his head fell down again, he could not make any sound and could not move. He could only try to sort out his brain.

Cai Jian is dead.

His cousin also died.

But who were those people who were also killed?

Who brought him here?

Questions came whistling in his mind, whipping his nerves. The young man's breathing became heavy, and the sweat on his forehead became more dense.

"Calm down, kid. You are like a machine that will fall apart at any time, so don't let it continue to work."

I don't know when someone walked in, also wearing a mask, but he felt different from the people I saw when I opened my eyes just now.

Xia Chuchen stared at him, and could only stare at him.

The man raised his hand, with thick hair on the back of his hand. He gently took off the oxygen mask on Xia Chuchen's face.

"Do you remember what happened?"

Xia Chuchen, who could only lie on the bed, nodded with difficulty, opened his mouth, and said slowly and hoarsely, "Who... are you?"

"When you ask someone a question, you should first introduce yourself. This is basic courtesy. Who are you, kid?"

Xia Chuchen certainly had never had a similar experience before, he felt confused and dazed.

  Who is he?

They don’t even know who he is, why would these people save him?

"Summer, early morning."

Xia Chuchen uttered his name with difficulty, not knowing how to introduce himself. He was an ordinary person, just one of the common people, and had no important information.

What the other party wanted to know was definitely not a meaningless name, but perhaps considering his current state, he did not hesitate and took out a photo.

"What's your relationship with this person?"

Xia Chuchen's eyes gradually moved upwards, looking at the young man in the upright photo.

"do not know."

"Don't you know him? Then why did he look for you?"

Find me?

Xia Chuchen's mind became even more confused, as if countless whirlpools were spinning. He stared at the photo and tried hard to think about it, but it was still extremely unfamiliar.

"I haven't seen him... who is he?"

Ok.

It's really a game of passing the buck.

"He is a very outstanding person. Whether you know him or not, you should remember him."

After saying that, the man put the photo away and did not continue to ask questions impatiently.

This is a seriously injured patient who is both physically and mentally devastated.

One should remain patient.

"Your fingers didn't connect in time."

Hearing this, Xia Chuchen suddenly remembered.

Your own hands!

He tried to look down.

"But we found another one for you."

Xia Chuchen's gaze froze on the voice beside the bed, and his pupils trembled involuntarily.

He actually saw it.

His severed little finger was still intact on his left hand, with just an extra circle of stitches.

wrong.

  It's not a good thing!

It's not just the stitching that's striking.

His little finger was clearly an inch larger, which might be difficult for outsiders to notice, but he knew his own body very well!

  That's not his finger!

Xia Chuchen felt cold all over, and his heartbeat during the ceremony began to rise sharply.

"No, I don't want to..."

Although he had witnessed a grand scene that was rarely seen in movies, he was ultimately just a young man who had just reached adulthood. He immediately wanted to pull out that horrible finger, but he was so weak that he couldn't move at all.

"Calm down and adjust your breathing. It may be a little uncomfortable, but it's better than nothing. You're so young, it's a pity to lose a finger. It can play a greater role in your life."

  Fingers, can they all be replaced?!

Everything he was experiencing completely exceeded Xia Chuchen's understanding after living for more than ten years.

"Where is this?"

“This is a refuge.”

"Okay, you need to rest, relax, don't think about anything, and don't be afraid. You are absolutely safe here."

After saying that, the man put the oxygen mask on him again. Xia Chuchen could no longer speak and could only watch him turn around and walk out.

suddenly.

He moved his eyes upwards to look at the red and white lights on the ceiling, and then tilted his head slightly to look at the potion dripping from the bracket.

Is it an illusion?

How he feels.

This ward is shaking?

----

After some strong communication, Boss Jiang did not choose to change his address again.

From this we can see that the female owner of the Peace Hotel successfully won his trust through her own efforts.

Because there were only two of them present at the time, outsiders had no idea what Du Enqin's specific efforts were, but afterwards, Pei Yunxi quickly noticed some changes around her.

for example.

Some familiar faces among the guard were missing.

The atmosphere of the New Year is gradually becoming stronger, all things are beginning to revive, and the vitality of the world seems to have affected people's moods. Boss Jiang actually began to linger in the casino upstairs, sometimes staying there all day long.

As for the evening...

Although the New Year has arrived, the temperature has not risen significantly, but the temperature in the best guest rooms of the Peace Hotel is indeed very hot.

In the wrinkled quilt, Pei Yunxi's hair was disheveled and wet with sweat. She didn't know where she got the strength from, but she flipped the person on top of her, pulled the quilt to cover her porcelain-like body, and sat up.

Although the temperature in the room was very high and my body temperature was also high, I still felt cold when the quilt was suddenly pulled out.

and.

Being naked is indeed a bit unsightly.

Jiang Chen pulled the quilt.

"Are you done yet?"

Pei Yunxi's cheeks were as red as winter plums. She grabbed the quilt to prevent the other party from pulling her away. Even though one couldn't see below the collarbone, the scenery above was already breathtakingly beautiful. The strong color contrast formed by her cheeks, skin color and black hair made her face look like white clouds on her temples and white cheeks.

"It's not nice to cross a river and destroy the bridge."

Jiang Chen was dissatisfied and grabbed the edge of the quilt.

Pei Yunxi was smart and didn't argue about this issue. Perhaps she knew she couldn't win, or it was destined to be impossible to win in this regard.

"You go out and sleep."

The 38th parallel is no longer acceptable. We have to share beds.

It’s really not Goddess Pei’s fault.

They are already very magnanimous.

The problem lies entirely with someone.

It is human nature, or physiological instinct, to touch someone. It's okay and you can tolerate it, but the greed of human nature will always go beyond the limit.

——If you push your luck further, that’s fine.

At least he was considerate at the beginning and paid attention to controlling the duration, but later on it became more and more excessive.

See what time it is.

  It's pitch black outside. It's already the middle of the night. Can't we sleep?

The gap between people is indeed unimaginable.

Being a secretary when there is work to do and being a secretary when there is nothing to do is the ultimate ideal for men all over the world.

But Boss Jiang is different.

Relax in the casino during the day and torture the oriental goddess Venus in bed at night.

They even tortured people to the point where they begged for mercy.

It doesn't seem inappropriate to describe it as begging for mercy, right?

It is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

When he first moved in, Boss Jiang offered to sleep on the sofa, but now he is no longer willing to do that.

"why?"

He asked as a matter of course.

"I want to sleep."

The reasons Pei Yunxi gave were equally justified.

"I want to sleep, too."

Hearing this, Pei Yunxi raised her eyebrows slightly.

  What do you mean?

Is it her fault?

Don't even say it.

She does bear some responsibility, not full responsibility, but at least a secondary responsibility.

After all, Boss Jiang has never been an impulsive person. On the contrary, he can even be said to be able to remain calm in the face of temptation.

You have to know that the top succubus on the island next door was able to successfully deal with Boss Jiang by relying on drugs.

"Then I'll go out."

Pei Yunxi pretended to get off the bed. Even though he knew that women were masters of military tactics and were well versed in the basic tactics of retreating to advance, Jiang Chen still reached out to stop her without hesitation and grabbed Pei Yunxi's arm.

"Okay, you go to sleep."

He sighed, found his pants first, put them on, got out of bed, put on a bathrobe, and instead of going out immediately, he fumbled for a cigar from somewhere.

He walked to the window with a cigar and a lighter in hand.

A cigarette afterwards is better than a living god.

But the key is.

"You smoke?"

Pei Yunxi asked, she had never seen it before.

"No. Du Enqin gave it to me. Try it."

Jiang Chen came to the bed, played with the cigar, and then put it to his nose and took a sniff.

"Are you childish? Taking drugs is more interesting. Why don't you try it too?"

"Just a cigar."

Jiang Chen didn't care.

"No smoking."

Pei Yunxi said bluntly, without allowing any room for discussion: "It's lost."

"Du Enqin said it was an imported limited edition. It shouldn't be cheap. It would be a shame to throw it away."

Men like to smoke when they are worried. Pei Yunxi knows this, and she knows it even better.

Smoking is harmful to health.

  Do I have to rely on smoking to relieve my stress?

Haven't you vented yet?

"I let you lose it."

She reiterated every word.

Jiang Chen turned his head.

"If I lose it, will you let me get in bed with you?"

Pei Yunxi pursed her lips and remained silent.

Boss Jiang was of course smart. He acted decisively, immediately opened the window, and threw the cigar and lighter out.

"boom."

The lighter hit the ground and exploded.

Very lack of public morality.

I don't know if anyone was hurt.

But it's already the middle of the night, so there shouldn't be anyone wandering around the hotel entrance.

The cold air from outside seeped in, lowering the temperature in the room by two degrees.

Jiang Chen closed the window and walked back.

Goddess Pei really didn't stop him from going to bed.

This time Jiang Chen did not make any move. He sat on his own half of the bed, leaning against the headboard. He suddenly became mute. It was unclear whether he was pretending to be deep or was really thinking about something.

"Troublesome?"

Pei Yunxi turned her head and asked.

"No trouble."

Jiang Chen smiled nonchalantly, "You go to sleep first, I'll take a rest."

Yes, you need to rest.

Pei Yunxi had already sweated so much, let alone him who had to bear almost all the workload.

"tell me the story."

Pei Yunxi didn't lie down. Instead, she pulled the quilt and leaned against the head of the bed.

"I never realized you were so curious before."

"I have a magical power."

"What magical power?"

Jiang Chen was surprised.

"In one ear, out the other."

Pei Yunxi gathered her hair and said, "So there's no need to worry about the secret being leaked."

Jiang Chen smiled in surprise.

"Has anyone told you that you have a talent for comedy? Is this a track you haven't tried yet? You might consider it."

Pei Yunxi looked at him without saying a word.

"what happened?"

"Didn't you tell me not to let me film?"

Jiang Chen was speechless.

  Are you really so obedient?

Pei Yunxi ignored his embarrassment, retracted her gaze, looked at the wall opposite the bed, then grabbed the remote control from the bedside table, turned on the TV, changed the channels, and actually found a kung fu comedy.

The other party was unwilling to say, so she didn't ask any more questions.

It doesn’t matter whether you use the magical power that goes in one ear and out the other.

Jiang Chen didn't say anything either, watching the old-fashioned movie on TV.

The only sound in the room was the TV.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but the movie was getting good, and I began to hear the sound of warm and even breathing.

Jiang Chen tilted his head slightly.

The woman who was watching the movie with him couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep unknowingly, leaning on his shoulder.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but smile as he looked at the other person.

This is a face that many people dream of.

The fingers that were holding the quilt loosened unconsciously because I fell asleep, and the quilt lost its tension and showed signs of slipping. Fortunately, it was supported by the snow mountain, which was not that exaggerated but unusually tall.

Jiang Chen's eyes were clear, and he did not seize the opportunity to take advantage of her. Perhaps he was also tired, so he slowly lifted the quilt and gently covered her shoulders again.

The woman favored by the God of Creation was still in her sleep, her head leaning towards this side again.

No matter how aloof, stunningly beautiful, or otherworldly you are, sometimes you need a shoulder to lean on.

Jiang Chen suddenly felt the urge to touch her face, but he finally held back.

  He turned back and let the other person lean on his shoulder, watching the comedy movie seriously, keeping his posture motionless.

The light and shadows on the TV kept changing, reflecting on his face. (End of this chapter)