Super A boss is acting like a baby across the screen again

Chapter 7 I Want You To Live Well
Zhao Tianyi kept staring at the bed, and was the first to notice that Ji Ting's deep eyelashes trembled.

"Well, I'm awake," Ji Tingshen slowly opened his eyes.

His voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had been in a coma for two days, but he was much more gentle and approachable than before.

But it's just watching.

No one except Zhao Tianyi dared to press most of his body on the bed like this.

Facing Zhao Tianyi's approaching face, Ji Ting pulled the corners of his mouth deeply, and uttered a few words from his pale lips that couldn't see the color of his lips, "Would you like to mourn me?"

"Fuck off."

Zhao Tianyi tilted his head back, and before Ji Ting could push him deeply, he straightened up and raised his foot to hook the chair beside him.

When I sat down, I suppressed all the noise.

It seemed that his voice was a little relieved and pleasantly surprised...and an imperceptible cry, "I'll find your son after I find the mourner, don't think about taking advantage of me all day long."

"It's okay," Ji Tingshen pretended not to see his red eyes, "I feel much better."

Zhao Tianyi didn't speak, nor did he look away.

"It's all right." Ji Ting turned his eyes around his face deeply, "It's you, it looks like you escaped from the next ward to visit."

"Shut up," Zhao Tianyi sniffed his nose, and took the poured water, "I'm so hoarse that I can't speak, open your eyes and you'll be poor with me."

Ji Ting smiled deeply, obediently took a sip of his saliva and did not speak again.

The weather is fine today, and the sun shining through the glass makes people feel much better. There are fresh roses on the bedside table, exuding a faint fragrance.

Seeing Ji Tingshen drank the water, Zhao Tianyi stood up and made room for Shao Luo, "Doctor Shao, please help me."

When Ji Tingshen just woke up, he noticed that there was an extra person in the ward. He made a little guess, but he didn't expect it to be Shao Luo. However, didn't it mean that he would not be able to return to China until a week later?
Shao Luo immediately went to sit on the chair where Zhao Tianyi was sitting, and motioned to Ji Tingshen to stretch his arms on the pulse pillow for pulse diagnosis.

Ji Ting took a deep look at him and put his wrist on it.

It's useless.

If it is cured before it is useful, it cannot be delayed for such a long time.

There is no need to treat...

But he still didn't want Zhao Tianyi to feel that he didn't cooperate with the treatment.

Zhao Tianyi spent a lot of effort to find this person.

Shao Luo went over everything in order, but still couldn't draw any conclusions.

"Hey," Ji Ting raised his eyebrows at Zhao Tianyi, "Son?"

"roll!"

Zhao Tianyi rarely swears at him one after another, his eyes are very red, and there is faint water vapor.

"It's all right."

As Ji Ting said, he sat up directly from the bed, putting away his usual idleness.

"This is an old problem of mine. It's not like you don't know it. Besides, I forgot to tell the fortune teller whether I can live to be 88. Don't worry."

Shao Luo packed up his things and followed the nurse out.

"My farting heart!"

There was no outsider in the room, and Zhao Tianyi suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

Perhaps it was stimulated by the mouthful of blood and the coma for two days and two nights, and the words began to be less serious.

"You've been in the hospital for almost two months. What can I let go of? You don't want to live anymore. Maybe when I come over, I can catch up with you and collect your body?"

As soon as these words came out, the room suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Ji Tingshen didn't say a word, the kindness on his face was completely gone.

The sunlight outside the window has fallen steadily on the bed according to the planned time angle, trying to cover the whole person on the bed in a halo of complete safety.

Ji Tingshen likes to bask in the sun.

When he first came to the nursing home, he directed a group of nurses to move the bed to the window. Later, he paid for the repair of a greenhouse surrounded by glass. Except for cloudy and rainy days, he can stay in the sunny greenhouse all day.

But at this moment, even though he was bathed in the sun, the expression on his face was unbelievably cold.

If it were normal, Zhao Tian would have changed the topic early on seeing him like this.

No, as usual, he would never say such a thing.

But today I don't know what's wrong with this feeling.

"I'm scared."

Zhao Tianyi said.

"Ever since you said that you would let me temporarily manage the company on your behalf, I was very scared. I was afraid that you would stay in the nursing home and not want to go out, and I was also afraid that you would go out in a hurry..."

"I don't know if you understand what I mean," Zhao Tianyi sniffed again, "Although you are older than me, I always want to protect you, just like you always protected me when I was young. "

"I want you to live well."

The doors and windows in the ward are closed and the sound insulation effect is very good. These words seem to be framed into the room. From the first word exit to the last ending disappearing, they floated around the room for nearly a minute and a half.

Ji Tingshen didn't speak all the time, his eyes paused coldly on the roses beside him.

For a moment, Zhao Tianyi felt that he was far away from himself and the world.

Quiet.

pale.

Like an illusory shadow that doesn't belong to any time and space.

"Little Fatty Zhao," Shadow suddenly said was the old address from many years ago.

Zhao Tianyi rubbed his lower eye sockets, trying to make himself less sentimental, but still couldn't help frowning, "Don't call me a nickname."

"Don't worry," the lazy smile on Ji Tingshen's face returned, "It's not that easy to die. Didn't you hear that Hua Tuo's successor said that your body functions are healthier than yours?"

Zhao Tianyi tidied up his emotions, pulled over the chair and sat down again.

"It's just an extra two days of sleep." Ji Ting sighed deeply, "When people are always tired, they have to rest when they are tired...Your yelling, maybe the company will pass it on tomorrow."

"Pass what?" Zhao Tianyi's voice was still a little slow.

"It is said that Mr. Ji was actually imprisoned in a nursing home by Mr. Zhao," Ji Tingshen said, "It is said that Mr. Zhao will do whatever it takes to get new projects from the company."

"Tell what you love!"

As long as Mr. Zhao puts away that little emotion, the courage to be able to stand on his own should not be underestimated, "No matter how much you fumble, you won't be able to make any splashes."

Ji Ting was very happy, and his smile was a bit real, "Yes, very Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Tianyi still cared about Ji Tingshen's body, but he didn't say anything more after all.

These words this time have been circling in his mind for a while, but he has never had a chance to say them. This time he was able to finish them all in one breath because he hadn't slept by the bed for two days.

"Okay, hurry up and take a shower and sleep," Ji Ting kicked the corner of the quilt deeply, "I smelled it when I came here."

"Fuck, what's the smell?"

Zhao Tianyi hurriedly pulled his collar and smelled it, "You're the only one who smells, I smell it."

Ji Ting raised his eyebrows deeply.

"Okay, let's go, go home and take a shower," Zhao Tianyi stood up, glanced at him, grabbed his coat from the side and walked out.

Pulling his hand to the doorknob, he turned his head again, "I asked Shao Luo to stay in the nursing home temporarily, and if you feel uncomfortable, just tell him."

"En," Ji Ting replied deeply.

The door was opened and closed again, and the room was quiet again.

That vain smile couldn't be held anymore, the sun kept wrapping up from the outside to the inside, sealing the too pale body firmly inside with the scent of roses.

For the next whole day, Ji Tingshen didn't leave the ward very much, and he didn't let anyone in except for the two nurses who delivered the meals.

The sun gradually faded from the initial heat, and finally turned to the other side.

Ji Tingshen has been leaning on the head of the bed, holding a new ball of wool in his hand, but this time it is not bright red.

The gray thread, which is close to black, is wound around the needle, transitions to another needle, and is wound again.

A small sweater with a novel style is mostly knitted.

Near the end of the night, the mobile phone on the bedside table vibrated, and Ji Ting looked at the ball of thread in his hand with lowered eyelids.

Within a few minutes there was another series of noises, which would have knocked to the ground if it wasn't for a vase blocking it.

Ji Tingshen finally stopped what he was doing, reached for the phone, and when he opened it, he saw the familiar red alarm.

【warn!warn!Your game character health is under threat! 】

【warn!warn!Your game character has -3 health. 】

[Do you want to spend [-] gold coins to buy a self-rescue kit? 】

(End of this chapter)