The villain rolls over online [Quick Pass]

Chapter 8 The Overlord's Lover 8

Li Qiubai was stunned for a moment, then smiled inexplicably and said, "Boss Jiang is really well informed, and I can't hide anything from you."

"I'm here today, and I only want to make sure of one thing." Jiang Feijin lowered her eyebrows, "Do you like a woman?"

Looking back on these years, he has never seen Li Qiubai have a girlfriend, and of course he has no boyfriend.Because of his secret love for Li Qiubai, it is not surprising that his relationship experience is blank. Li Qiubai is different. It seems that he has never mentioned anything related to love with him for so many years. It is not that no one has chased Li Qiubai, but Li Qiubai has never responded who.

"Is this important?" Li Qiubai asked back.

"Important." Jiang Feijin's Adam's apple rolled, "I want to know, what kind of thoughts were you holding when you and I... went to bed?"

This was the question he almost blurted out at the New Year's Day banquet last time, and it was also a question that had always troubled him. If Li Qiubai really hated him so much, why did he sleep with him.

"Just for fun." Li Qiubai said indifferently, "Isn't it good to be happy? At that time, I saw that you were also very happy."

Jiang Feijin: "You're lying."

"Oh?" Li Qiubai raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "What kind of answer do you want to hear? I like you too?"

He got up suddenly, bent down and moved closer to Jiang Feijin, shortening the distance between the two, resting one hand on Jiang Feijin's thigh, feeling his tense muscles at that moment, Li Qiubai lightly Laugh, it's extra ambiguous in this environment.

He approached Jiang Feijin very slowly, and when his lips were about to meet, he staggered to Jiang Feijin's ear, and whispered softly: "Boss Jiang, don't you still like me?"

After making a series of provocative movements, Li Qiubai was about to back away, but Jiang Feijin grabbed his wrist suddenly, his body lost his balance, the angle in front of him changed drastically, and a dazzling incandescent light appeared in his sight .

Jiang Feijin pressed him on the sofa. In the next second, Jiang Feijin's figure blocked the dazzling incandescent light. Several phantoms appeared in front of Li Qiubai's eyes. He squinted slightly, unable to see the man's face clearly. From the look on his face, he can only guess that he is not in a good mood from the strength of his grip on his wrist.

"clatter".

A drop of water dripped down Jiang Feijin's hair and onto Li Qiubai's cheek.

Li Qiubai wanted to reach out to wipe it off, but both hands were bound.

"Jiang Feijin, let go."

Jiang Feijin twitched the corner of her mouth.

Will you finally call him by his name?

"Li Qiubai, after so many years, do you really... have no feelings for me at all?" Jiang Feijin said, "You and I created the company with our own hands. How could you be willing to destroy it? How could you be willing to destroy it? Woolen cloth……"

Why not continue to lie?Why would you do that on purpose?

After Jiang Feijin calmed down, his thoughts gradually became clear. If he didn't believe his annoying words, maybe he didn't believe that Li Qiubai had hated him for so many years, hated him, but was still by his side just because he overwhelmed him. Help him, Li Qiubai's actions are too contradictory, so contradictory that he can't find Li Qiubai's real thoughts.

It was as if he had never really known this person.

"Jiang Feijin, everything will end. When you and I broke up, it was already over. Is there any point in pursuing the past?" Li Qiubai bent his knees and stopped wasting his energy struggling, breathing a little unsteadily, "You Not such an indecisive person, don't give me a chance to laugh at you."

Li Qiubai felt that Jiang Feijin's grip on his wrist was gradually loosening. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Jiang Feijin, who was hanging above him, swayed twice, then lost his strength and fell straight on him. body.

Li Qiubai snorted.

Jiang Feijin's drenched white shirt was clinging to Li Qiubai's black casual hooded sweater. Li Qiubai's forehead was aching. He patted Jiang Feijin's shoulder and called his name twice before realizing that he was The body temperature is frighteningly high.

The rain outside is getting heavier and heavier, accompanied by strong wind and thunder, it is really bluffing, the window is gray, there are no pedestrians on the road, and the street lamps are dedicated to illuminating a small world in the dark night.

This weather is really not conducive to travel.

The TV commercials in the living room have already finished, and a serial drama started to play. Li Qiubai struggled to move him away on the sofa, with his unkempt hair resting on his forehead, which made him look less relaxed than before, showing a little It belongs to the youthful vigor.

It didn't take him a few minutes to figure out that Jiang Feijin had fainted from a fever.

It won't be so fast to have a fever after being exposed to the rain.

Li Qiubai looked at the rain outside the window, thinking about the possibility of moving this person down, and within two seconds he denied it. He called Secretary Wang, but the call was not connected, so he hung up again.

If he called Secretary Wang over, Secretary Wang would know that Jiang Feijin had come to him, Secretary Wang knew about their conflict, and Li Qiubai didn't want to drag the matter between the two into others.

The relationship between the two was in dire straits, and Jiang Feijin came to his house in the rain. No matter how he looked at it, people had to think deeply.Maintaining Jiang Feijin's image is Li Qiubai's only rare tenderness for Jiang Feijin.

Li Qiubai called the family doctor, and while waiting for the doctor to come, he habitually changed Jiang Feijin into dry clothes.

The doctor lived not far from him, so he came over soon, took Jiang Feijin's temperature with a medical kit, gave him water, and asked Li Qiubai to pay attention to Jiang Feijin's fever, and prescribed a few boxes of medicine just left.

Li Qiubai sat by the bed, casually picked up a book to read, and occasionally looked up to see the progress of water fetching.

The doctor said that Jiang Feijin was overworked, lacked sleep, and his health was not very good. Coupled with the rain and emotional fluctuations, he fainted from exhaustion. If this continues, his body will inevitably collapse.

Li Qiubai flipped through the book in his hand.

If Jiang Feijin did not cross the hurdle in his heart until his death, then this illusion would be reset, and Li Qiubai would return to the original point in time, and experience the things he had experienced again.

That was not what Li Qiubai wanted.

Sure enough... it's still too exciting.

In this world, Li Qiubai has done everything he wants to do. The only thing he wants now is for the illusion to end. In this illusion, he has no patience to do it all over again.

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After ten o'clock in the evening, the shower outside the window had just stopped.

The water hanging by the bed was removed, and Jiang Feijin held the cotton ball on the back of his hand and fixed it with tape. His fingertips moved slightly, his eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

His vision blurred for a moment, and then his consciousness gradually returned. He was no stranger to the furnishings of this room. This was Li Qiubai's bedroom. The quilt on the bed exuded a familiar and reassuring smell, which made him sleep All slept very comfortably.

His memory was limited to him asking Li Qiubai why he was willing to attack the company, and then when Li Qiubai spoke, he couldn't hear clearly, he could only see Li Qiubai's lips touching up and down, and he wanted to shut that mouth , making it unable to say those hurtful words, and then lost consciousness.

Jiang Feijin raised his hand and put the back of his hand on his forehead, only to find the hemostatic cotton ball on the back of his hand.

At this time, there was movement at the door.

Li Qiubai entered the door with a glass of milk, and saw Jiang Feijin who was looking at him on the bed for a moment, "Are you awake?"

He walked over to sit by the bed and took a sip of the milk in the glass.

"Exactly, I'm going to bed. Do you want to sleep in the guest room by yourself or..." Li Qiubai raised his chin, as if to say that even if he sleeps on this bed, Li Qiubai doesn't mind.

In fact, seeing that he was not awake, Li Qiubai thought he would wake up tomorrow, so he was going to sleep like this.

For him, the two of them had slept more than once, and sleeping together in the same bed was not difficult enough to be cared about, but in Jiang Feijin's eyes, it was a little unclear what he meant.

It seemed that when he woke up, he felt that something had changed quietly without his knowing.

"I'm going to sleep in the guest room." Jiang Feijin said, his voice became deep and hoarse due to the fever, and it was quite sexy.

"The guest room is not cleaned up." Li Qiubai said, "Go to sleep here."

He was telling the truth, the guest room was usually not used by anyone to sleep, and he treated it as a utility room, and it would not be able to accommodate people if it was not cleaned up. He did not expect Jiang Feijin to faint in his house.

At this time, letting Jiang Feijin drive back with a fever is obviously too heartless and unsafe. Li Qiubai sat by the bed, propped up the bed with one hand, casually drank the milk, and then put the cup on the bedside table superior.

He licked his lips and said, "If you want to go back, you can call Secretary Wang and ask him to pick you up."

Jiang Feijin: "..."

So he didn't quite understand what Li Qiubai meant when he asked him to sleep in the guest room.

Jiang Feijin didn't have much strength in his body. He didn't want to use his own safety to be brave. As a rational adult, he was no longer as competitive as he was when he was a teenager.

While Jiang Feijin was silent, Li Qiubai climbed onto the bed and sat on the other side of the bed.

His bed is very big, and it is not a problem to sleep two people. Li Qiubai picked up the thermometer placed by the bed and handed it to Jiang Feijin, "Measure it."

Jiang Feijin glanced at him, and took it with lowered eyes. Li Qiubai swiped the message with his mobile phone. After 5 minutes, he spread his hand in front of Jiang Feijin again. He didn't speak. The thermometer was in his hand.

The relationship is fake, but the tacit understanding that the two have cultivated over the years is still there.

Li Qiubai raised his hand and looked at the temperature on the thermometer. He was still a little hot, but it was much better than before. He shook the thermometer, got up and got out of bed over Jiang Feijin.

Jiang Feijin watched him leave the bedroom without saying a word, and walked away with the cup of milk beside the bed.

Not long after, Li Qiubai came back again, holding a glass of warm water and two boxes of medicine, he took out the right amount of medicine in his palm, and handed it to Jiang Feijin.

"Eat."

Li Qiubai's care was too natural. Jiang Feijin closed his eyes to hide the complicated look in his eyes, sat up on the bed, took the medicine and water, and swallowed them in one gulp.

Li Qiubai went out of the bedroom with the water glass again.

Jiang Feijin really wanted to ask him what he meant by doing all this, but he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid that his mouth that seemed to be full of warmth would say the most ruthless words, which would hurt people's hearts.

When the body is sick, even the heart is weak.