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Chapter 29
Gu Nan raised his head again, and Qin Shuang's face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Shuangshuang, Shuangshuang," Gu Nanzhong pulled the girl into his arms, buried his head on her shoulder, his voice choked up, "you are lying to me, right? The person you like is me, and you will never Leaving me, isn't it?"

The girl patted him on the back, "Yes, I won't leave you."

"really?"

"real."

The girl drank a few more glasses with Gu Nanzhong, and only when Gu Nanzhong was completely confused did she support him: "Can I accompany you to rest?"

Gu Nanzhong leaned against her and murmured, "Okay, I'll go with Shuangshuang."

The girl said OK to Su Jiucheng who was not far away, and then helped Gu Nan to go upstairs again.

……

After 10 o'clock in the evening, the friends called by Su Jiucheng arrived one after another, and they also changed from the booth downstairs to the box upstairs.

Tonight, there is a female artist in Su Jiucheng's company celebrating her birthday, so Su Jiucheng specially asked someone to send a birthday cake to the box to cheer her up.

Everyone joined in the fun and began to sing birthday songs.

Only He Zhiyao was sitting on the sofa, listening to the birthday song, becoming more and more irritable.

He drank another glass of ice wine, but he still couldn't get rid of the dryness in his chest.

Su Jiucheng brought a piece of cake and handed it to He Zhiyao: "Brother Yao, you've been drinking all night, can you have some?"

He Zhiyao looked at the cake in his hand and felt his chest getting more dry.

He picked up his clothes irritably, and walked outside without even looking at Su Jiucheng.

After walking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Su Jiucheng, "Where did you buy the cake?"

"Ah?" Su Jiucheng was stunned, not quite understanding what He Zhiyao meant.

He Zhiyao stared at the cake in his hand with a cold gaze.

Su Jiucheng hurriedly replied, "The restaurant on the second floor has ready-made desserts."

He Zhiyao left without looking back.

Su Jiucheng was dumbfounded.

Since when did Brother Yao care about desserts?
……

He Zhiyao asked the driver to take him back to the apartment.

He checked the time, it was already 11:50.

When he entered the elevator, he saw the trash can outside the elevator. He looked down at the cake he was carrying in his hand, walked over, and wanted to throw the cake into the trash can.

He stretched out his hands, then retracted them, and walked quickly into the elevator.

The elevator went up all the way and soon stopped at the floor where he lived.

He walked out of the elevator with the cake, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor lit up with his footsteps.

He saw Qin Shuang squatting under the window in the corridor at a glance.

He Zhiyao frowned, so she has been squatting here for a few hours since he left?
Is she stupid?
He Zhiyao put the cake on top of the shoe cabinet at the door, and walked towards Qin Shuang.

He stood in front of Qin Shuang, looked down at her, and then kicked her shoes with his toes, but Qin Shuang didn't respond at all.

Fell asleep?
He Zhiyao bent over and patted her on the head.

Qin Shuang still didn't respond.

"Qin Shuang?" He Zhiyao called out, reaching out to grab her arm.

As soon as he moved her, she seemed to have lost her support and fell down along his hand.

"Qin Shuang?" Realizing something was wrong, He Zhiyao yelled again, and touched Qin Shuang's face with his hand, only to find that her face was burning hot.

This is... a fever?

With a sullen face, He Zhiyao bent over and picked her up, went back to the room, and put her on the bed.

Then I searched for a thermometer and found it was 39.5°C.

He Zhiyao almost laughed angrily. He patted Qin Shuang's face with his finger: "Are you stupid? Are you stupid?"

Qin Shuang probably suffered from the burning, and his small face was wrinkled.

He Zhiyao quickly dialed the family doctor with his mobile phone: "What should I do if I have a high fever? It's 39.5°C and everyone faints. Do you think it's serious? If you burn for a while, you'll be stupid. Do you pay? Are you a doctor?" Quack doctor! I'll give you half an hour, if you can't make it through, you resign!"

Then hung up the phone.

The time on the phone was just right, jumping to 0:0.

He Zhiyao looked at Qin Shuang, who was fainted from fever, and swallowed the words "Happy Birthday" on his lips.

He snorted lightly, grabbed Qin Shuang's index finger, stuffed it into Qin Shuang's mouth, and mocked,
"Little idiots don't deserve birthdays."

"Bit your own fingers, you idiot."

(End of this chapter)