Chapter 1,370 High Fever

This meeting has been a day since it started.

Yang Fei was really a little scared.

After the meeting, Yang Fei refused the banquet.

Yang Fei said to Xu Hui: "If there is another meeting like this in the future, just come and I will not attend. After the meeting, you can just report to me."

"Okay, boss." Xu Hui used to be the boss of a state-owned enterprise. He was used to sitting in an office and such long meetings, so it didn't matter.

Yang Fei emphasizes efficiency. When meeting in the company, except for extraordinary periods, his meeting time will not exceed two hours. Most meetings will be completed in about half an hour.

In the evening, Yang Fei was reading in the study and heard Chen Mo shouting from outside: "Yang Fei, Yang Fei!"

Yang Fei put down the pen in his hand and walked out, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Yang Fei!"

The shouting came from the shower.

"I'm here!" Yang Fei replied.

"What's going on? Why is there no hot water? Please help me take a look. It's so cold!"

"Well?"

Yang Fei checked it and said with a smile: "You are also a talent. The water heater outside was not turned on, so you went in."

"Oh, isn't the water heater turned off?"

"I guess the power was out for a while, so it was turned off, right? I don't know. Try again. Is it OK?"

"Yes, yes."

Yang Fei suddenly realized that after Su Tong returned, he and Chen Mo would be the only ones living there?

The past events suddenly came to mind.

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the memory images that were rushing towards him.

Back in the study, Yang Fei couldn't calm down anymore.

He only smoked when he was thinking, but now he couldn't help but light up the cigarette and came to the balcony.

Thousands of lights are shining brightly.

Yang Fei called Su Tong and wanted to chat with her to drive away the memories that were like being possessed by a demon.

Su Tong smiled and said, "My mother and I are playing mahjong. What do you want? Touch! Twenty thousand!"

"..."

"Yang Fei? I won't tell you anymore, I'm busy here!"

"Okay then, go ahead and play."

After putting down the phone, a vague feeling of loneliness gradually engulfed Yang Fei.

Standing above the busiest street in this big city, Yang Fei's heart has never been so empty.

He suddenly doubted the meaning of life.

The more I think about it, the more my head hurts.

Yang Fei has seen a movie. In the future world, time is artificially controlled. Everyone's time can be bought, sold and consumed freely. Rich people can buy unlimited time and can live for hundreds or thousands of years. .

However, some people are actually tired of living and are willing to give away the remaining hundreds of years to others for free.

Living too long may not be a blessing, right?

Perhaps, humans on earth have discovered the secret of immortality long ago, but some wise men sealed or destroyed it?

Yang Fei had only lived one more life, but he felt that his life was more tiring and more insightful than ordinary people.

He felt like a heavy hammer,

The body only weighs a hundred catties, but the mind weighs a thousand catties.

Yang Fei leaned on the recliner and let his heavy eyelids slowly close.

Chen Mo put on his clothes, wiped his wet hair with a towel, and knocked on the door of Yang Fei's study.

The study door was not closed, and she saw no one inside.

She was wondering when she saw Yang Fei lying on the balcony.

"Yang Fei?" Chen Mo came over and said with a smile, "What are you looking at?"

Yang Fei didn't answer.

Chen Mo came closer and asked in surprise: "Why did you fall asleep here?"

Yang Fei still didn't answer.

Chen Mo pushed his hand and felt the back of his hand was hot.

She stretched out her hand again to test the body temperature on his forehead.

"Oh, you have a fever!" Chen Mo shook Yang Fei.

Yang Fei woke up suddenly and smelled a nice scent of shampoo.

"Yang Fei, you have a fever and your forehead is very hot." Chen Mo helped him up with concern, "Would you like to go to the hospital?"

"It's okay." Yang Fei held his forehead with his hand, feeling dizzy and his throat was unbearably dry. "Take some pills and have a good sleep."

"I want to drink water." He said weakly again.

Chen Mo quickly poured him a glass of water, took out the cold medicine, and said, "Yang Fei, we don't have any medicine to reduce fever. Just wait a minute, I'll go down and buy some."

Yang Fei's eyelids were heavy, he took cold medicine, fell on the bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

Chen Mo hurriedly went downstairs, bought antipyretic medicine, came up, and shook Yang Fei awake again.

Yang Fei's illness came quickly, but there were actually signs of it. He had been feeling unwell these past few days, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He didn't expect it to break out tonight.

Chen Mo fed him medicine and was worried about what he would need at night, so he stayed in his room.

The air conditioner in the room is fully turned on.

Chen Mo touched Yang Fei's forehead from time to time, twisted a towel and covered it to dissipate heat.

Yang Fei slept soundly.

Chen Mo fell asleep and lay down beside his bed to take a nap.

In a daze, he heard Yang Fei shouting: "Chen Mo! Chen Mo!"

"I'm here," Chen Mo woke up and promised, "Yang Fei, I'm here."

Yang Fei grabbed her hand and put it close to his face without opening his eyes.

Chen Mo was startled.

Is he dreaming?

She gently pulled out her hand and tested the temperature of Yang Fei's forehead. It was still very hot.

You can't take too much antipyretic medicine, you can only help him dissipate heat through physical cooling.

Chen Mo was busy for a while, helping Yang Fei to cool down physically.

Yang Fei fell asleep again.

Chen Mo was tired. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the time. It was already half past ten in the evening.

Yang Fei's phone rang, it was Su Tong calling.

But he was asleep and didn't hear it.

Chen Mo glanced at the incoming call on the screen, hesitated, and didn't answer it.

The phone rang once and then stopped.

Ding!

A text message was sent.

Chen Mo didn't open it to look at it, and just let the phone sit where it was.

I don’t know how long it took before Yang Fei woke up.

He turned his head and saw Chen Mo sleeping on one side.

Looking at Chen Mo's silky black hair, Yang Fei's head buzzed.

What happened last night?

Why is Chen Mo in my bed?

I wouldn't have done anything to her, would I?

Yang Fei stretched out his hand and gently lifted the hair covering her face.

Chen Mo slept soundly, her beautiful face was peaceful and serene, and her nose gently rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing.

Yang Fei tried hard to recall, but his memory of last night was still blank.

He only remembered that he was smoking on the balcony, and then he had a splitting headache. What happened next?

Chen Mo's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes.

The two people looked at each other.

"Yang Fei, you're awake!" Chen Mo smiled happily, completely ignoring the environment he was in, "Last night, you scared me. You are so heavy, I can't even hold you."

Yang Fei pointed at her, then at himself, and asked: "Last night, us?"

Chen Mo realized what he was talking about, blushed with embarrassment, stood up and said, "What are you thinking about? You had a high fever last night, and I kept cooling you down physically. Then you got tired. Somehow, you Asleep in bed.”

Yang Fei snorted and said with a smile: "No way? A beautiful woman like you is lying next to me, and I sleep like a dead pig and do nothing?"

"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" Chen Mo's eyes were watery and his tone was misty.

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