Chapter 59 Hangover

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When Fang Hao got up the next day, he still woke Chen Jiayu up. He was always a light sleeper. When he woke up, Chen Jiayu completely recalled everything that happened yesterday. His head still hurt and his cheeks were a little warm. He slept for less than five hours. Fang Hao was packing things he needed for work in the living room. When he woke up, he went back to the bedroom and looked at him: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

He was wearing a sweater and fitted casual pants, neat and handsome. Compared to him, Chen Jiayu felt that he looked embarrassed. But now Hao asked, and he had no choice but to sit up from the bed: "It's much better." He opened his mouth and realized how hoarse his voice was, probably from vomiting yesterday.

Fang Hao curled his eyes and smiled: "Why are you thinking of coming here again so late? I already promised to go back to Lijing. I should have known I would be waiting for you."

Chen Jiayu sighed, covered his face with his hands, and said, "I miss you." The sun was so strong that it stung his eyes.

Seeing this, Fang Hao closed the curtains tightly and handed him water and medicine: "I have to catch the shuttle. Drink more water and sleep for a while. If you have a headache, Ibuprofen will treat it. If you have a stomachache, this will cure it." If you have acid reflux, you can eat more."

Chen Jiayu took it and suddenly asked him: "Do you always have a stomachache recently?"

Fang Hao was stunned and said, "No."

Chen Jiayu endured his headache and recalled, "Then put your medicine bottle outside the sink."

Fang Hao was happy again: "Are you Conan?" After saying that, he realized that Chen Jiayu was not that easy to fool. He was so drunk yesterday that he was still seeing and listening in all directions. He just said: "Because of the incident at Pudong Tower, I was under too much pressure twice. After giving instructions, I went to the bathroom to vomit, but I couldn't vomit anything. I couldn't eat when I got home. Take this medicine. ...It’s of no use, because ultimately it’s not a stomach problem.”

Chen Jiayu closed his eyes, feeling pain in his heart. The words that Fang Hao said to him before falling asleep last night echoed in his ears again. He said in a low voice: "I've been gone for too long, haven't I."

Fang Hao's beautiful sword-shaped eyebrows knitted together again, and he said, "That's not what I meant. I don't want to take away your time... You are already in trouble enough."

"You're not trying to rob me," Chen Jiayu said after taking a sip of water. "Except for my mother's situation, I get tense from time to time. At other times, it's you. If others want to rob me... let them snatch it from me."

Fang Hao nodded and said yes.

Before leaving, Chen Jiayu did not forget to say to him: "Thank you, yesterday." He was usually good at saying nice things, but due to his hangover and the chaos last night, apart from his sincere gratitude, he couldn't say anything comforting or joking. I can’t even think of a time.

Fang Hao is not particularly good at responding to this kind of pure and sincere gratitude, even from his closest friends. He was a little embarrassed, so he smiled again, then walked in, hugged Chen Jiayu, and said, "You and I, why are you so polite? Let's go now. If you need anything, call me."

After his drunken visit to Jianhui Garden, although the second peak of Spring Festival travel after the holiday was still very stressful, Chen Jiayu resumed flying after a day's rest and it was more intensive than the pre-holiday schedule, but Fang Hao felt that he There is a little difference between the two. To him that night, it was as if the ruins of the wall had opened up a gap, and he got a glimpse of Chen Jiayu's rare vulnerability. There were too few times like this. In order to reconcile with himself during the landing lights incident, it was once when he explained the whole process of the emergency landing in Hong Kong in the car, once when he talked about his mother's condition, and again that night.

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