chapter88
In the dim light, Zong Zi saw the person opposite, his eyes lit up suddenly. Like the planetesimals in the polar night sky, at such a close distance, they are so bright that it makes one's heart palpitate.
Let's admit it, wanting not to be peeped by anyone, and wanting to completely own it, such feelings can only be produced by such a person.
Zong Zi smiled stiffly, "Are you satisfied?"
He could hear his heart beating wildly, but he didn't hear the man's answer.
The hand that was restraining him like iron tongs just now loosened suddenly.
——The man fell down like an unconscious piece of wood, hitting Zong Zi on the body.
His beating heart suddenly suffocated, and he almost subconsciously supported Tan Jinxue's body, only then did he feel that it was almost the entire weight of the other party.
Zong Zi frowned. Through the dim light outside, he saw Tan Jinxue's blood-fade lips.
It was completely different from those lips with perfect color and soft touch that appeared in his dreams.
Thin cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and his teeth seem to be clenched tightly together, making the facial muscles tense, and even revealing a painful twist.
His brows were tightly knit together, and there were wrinkles between his brows that didn't match his age.
He shouldn't be like this.
In an instant, thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zong Zi came back to his senses.
He took a deep breath, hugged the man who was completely unconscious, and staggered out of the clubhouse.
Wei Xiaoyang, who was waiting in the car boredly, was frightened for the nth time tonight.
—Two people went in fine just now, why is one of them coming out sideways now? ! And the person who came out sideways was their CEO!
Although Tan Jinxue has lost a lot of weight during this period, it is definitely not an easy task to lift such a tall person horizontally. Zong Zi didn't even know where he got his strength, when he was about to trip down the steps, he wrapped the man in his arms and hugged him tightly.
Tan Jinxue has long arms and legs, curled up in his arms a little aggrieved.
Wei Xiaoyang hurriedly opened the rear door.
Zong Zi put Tan Jinxue into the back seat, he subconsciously helped him put his legs into a more comfortable position, frowned belatedly, stepped back, and closed the car door.
Only then did he feel the soreness and trembling in his arms.
"go back."
Wei Xiaoyang silently obeyed Zong Zi's words.
Zong Zi sat in the passenger seat and began to dial the phone. Wei Xiaoyang couldn't help shrinking his neck slightly when he heard his straight voice.
From the content of Zong Zi's phone call, it can be known that the family doctor will arrive at the dilapidated printing factory staff apartment within half an hour.
Wei Xiaoyang breathed a sigh of relief. It seems that this cranky designer who was "spoiled" by the CEO has not lost the most basic life functions.
The young driver who was concentrating on driving didn't notice that the perverse designer beside him was looking at the road ahead, his whole body was as stiff as a stone statue.
"You don't have to be afraid..."
The man sitting behind woke up and said this sentence.
Zong Zi clenched his back molars.
He turned around suddenly, his eyes still sharp in the dimness, and he poked straight at Tan Jinxue.
The other party slightly hooked the corners of his lips under his blade-like gaze, "I have a headache, I need to sleep for a while."
Wei Xiaoyang blinked and blinked, only to feel that his eye sockets were a little hot when he heard the weak and gentle smile of his president's voice.
Tan Jinxue in his perception has always been strong, cold, a little unhuman, and awe-inspiring.
It was as if watching a hero doom and a good guy bow down, Wei Xiaoyang suddenly felt that Zong Zi was a bit hateful.
But what is the emotion of a small driver.
He concentrated on driving, trying his best to balance speed and stability, and finally returned to the front of the old apartment building within half an hour.
Zong Zi got out of the car first, he opened the rear door, leaned halfway in, his eyes paused for a moment on Tan Jinxue's pale face.
"It's here, wake up."
Zong Zi pursed his lower lip, and was about to reach out to pat Tan Jinxue's face, but for some reason, he turned around and suddenly put his hand into his collar.
His hand was very cold, sticking to Tan Jinxue's warm skin, finally provoked her to slowly open her eyes.
His fingertips touched the man's pulse, which was still throbbing. Zong Zi didn't even realize that he secretly breathed a sigh of relief at that moment.
"Um."
Tan Jinxue shook her head, casually took the young man's cold hand out of her collar, and got out of the car.
The cool night breeze seemed to make him feel better. He turned to the driver Wei Xiaoyang who was standing aside, his expression hard to hide his worry, and said, "Go back and rest. You don't need to come here tomorrow morning. I'll take a day off."
Wei Xiaoyang nodded hastily, "Understood, Mr. Tan. Pay attention to your health."
Zong Zi suddenly said in a vicious voice, "Hurry up and leave."
Tan Jinxue pressed the center of her eyebrows helplessly, turned around and walked towards the corridor.
He had a sudden onset of headache and sweating all over his body. He didn't know whether it was due to excessive consumption or the dark sky. Even his vision was blurred, so that when he walked into the corridor, he had to touch the wall with his hands to support his body.
On the black high-end suit jacket, there was **** of poor-quality large white wall dust.
Zong Zi followed Tan Jinxue, watching him staggering forward like a turtle, the depressive things in his eyes intensified.
He finally couldn't bear it any longer, he quickly squeezed Tan Jinxue away and walked to the front.
Under the shadow, Tan Jinxue raised her eyebrows, and a trace of gloom flashed in her eyes.
He thought Zong Zi was going to leave him and go upstairs first.
If this level of bitterness doesn't work, then she will have to change the strategy.
But Zong Zi didn't get rid of him quickly.
The young man with curly black hair stood in front of Tan Jinxue, and suddenly said, "Come up."
He bent down and stretched out his hand to signal Tan Jinxue to lie on his back.
He could feel that the people behind him were stunned for a moment, with a sense of disbelief. This made Zong Zi suddenly feel an inexplicable pain in his heart. He attributed it to the anger caused by Tan Jinxue's "ignorance".
"I don't have the strength to carry you up to the fifth floor. If your honor still wants to spend the night indoors instead of passing out by the trash can in the corridor, you can choose to walk up by yourself."
He tried his best to be cynical and sarcastic, but his posture of bending over and preparing to carry someone on his back never changed.
Zong Zi heard the person behind him sigh, and then felt that person's body slowly clinging up, entrusting the weight to him.
He snorted coldly, carried Tan Jinxue on his back, and began to climb to the fifth floor.
Designers who don't work have not done such heavy physical work for a long time. He climbed up the steps almost mechanically, repeatedly cursing in his heart the Tan Jinxue who suddenly turned pale like a dead person on his back. There is no time to distract yourself from thinking about all the things that have happened in the past few days.
Even more invisible, Tan Jinxue, who was lying on his back, slowly curled the corners of his lips determined to win in the darkness.
The author has something to say: In the end, it suddenly becomes a ghost movie hhhhh