Chapter 29 Shift Adjustment

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After Fang Hao got off Chen Jiayu's car, he walked into the door of the building in three steps and two steps at a time. He felt his heart beating fast, and even his breathing became a little tight. He raised his hand and looked at it, clenching and loosening it. His hand still felt the same as when he just touched Chen Jiayu's forearm. Chen Jiayu was still wearing a short-sleeved uniform, so his touch was real. What happened to him? Fang Hao prides himself on being a person with strong determination and is never easily disturbed, so he was confused at the moment.

Could it be that it had been too long since he had a real love relationship, and his heart beat faster for this kind of ordinary physical contact that could happen between friends? Fang Hao had not thought about everything that happened between him and Chen Jiayu. He had always told himself that it was impossible and impossible. In the future, after the cold war in Lu Deng, he did not dare to think about it.

However, to take a step back, Chen Jiayu is an insider, so he shouldn't think so. No matter what the other party means, he shouldn't break the rules. Thinking of this, Fang Hao felt a little calm. Since the ending was destined to be impossible, it didn't matter what happened in the middle.

He originally thought about going home and chatting with Fang Shengjie, but when he entered the house, he remembered that Fang Shengjie went back to his mother's home in the city yesterday - he hadn't been back for long. After staying with him for two weekends, Fan Ruolan had already I started calling myself to ask for people. It seemed that he had a fever. Fang Hao put down his luggage, found anti-fever medicine from the cabinet, drank most of the bottle of water, and then laid himself flat on the bed. His way of solving many problems is very simple, just to sleep first and talk about it in the morning.

He slept until three o'clock in the morning. When he woke up, he felt that his fever was not that bad. After taking his temperature, it was much lower. He could be considered semi-recovered. A stone fell to his heart. The shift tasks in the next few days were quite heavy, and there were still several administrative meetings to be held. If he collapsed right now, the burden on other colleagues would be too heavy.

That afternoon, Fang Hao received another WeChat message from Chen Jiayu. The other party didn't know his inner confusion last night, and didn't give him any time to digest the confusion. He came up and asked him: "Are you still feverish?"

Fang Hao reported the data and said it was 37 degrees 8. He looked at his watch and saw that Chen Jiayu came to talk to him in broad daylight. There was only one possibility, that is, he had a day off today, so he asked, "No tasks today?"

Chen Jiayu said, "I have a rest today. I will fly to Zhengzhou tomorrow morning at eight o'clock. What about you?"

Fang Hao looked at his shift schedule. Tomorrow was the day shift at eight o'clock, but he had a meeting at seven o'clock, so he told him truthfully.

Almost at the same time, the two people realized something. There was no shuttle bus at 6:30 in the morning, and Fang Hao's car was left at the airport the night before.

Finally, Chen Jiayu "entered" for a while, and then he mentioned it first: "It's so early, you don't have a car. Should I pick you up at your house?"

Fang Hao felt that he had figured it out, and his refusal seemed even more artificial. Besides, his car was indeed not there, and they were indeed on the same road. These were all objective factual conditions. So, he accepted it calmly, and the two of them agreed on a time.

At 6:30 the next morning, Chen Jiayu parked the car at the door of his apartment on time. He didn't send a message or call. Almost at the same time, Fang Hao also went downstairs carrying documents and a kettle. The two of them treated each other with unspoken precision as if they were on a flight mission, wishing that the appointment time would be stated in UTC instead of Beijing time.

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