Chapter 19 House Arrest "You wanted to touch me before, and I let you. ...

The next day, Gu Ci got up early and went to the stadium to practice shot put according to the previously agreed time.

In order to facilitate his practice, Butler Feng specially invited an experienced sports school teacher to come to the stadium for guidance. After a few days of intensive training, he can now basically get full marks. As long as he maintains this state, the full mark goal for the physical examination next week will not be difficult to achieve. Gu

Ci was full of joy and wanted to share this good news with Huo Wenyuan. When he returned upstairs, he found that the door of the bedroom opposite was still closed.

... Maybe he got up too early today, so he should wait until Huo Wenyuan's wake-up time to share it.

During the waiting time, Gu Ci diligently memorized two groups of English words and recited all the ancient poems, and finally waited until the hands of the wall clock moved to the right position.

It's time!

Gu Ci couldn't wait to put away his textbooks, walked to the opposite side, knocked on the door gently, and reminded in a soft voice: "Brother Wenyuan, it's time to get up. "

No response.

Did he fall asleep again?

Gu Ci pushed the door open carefully, walked to the bedside, leaned over and asked softly, "Brother Wen Yuan?"

After just one call, Huo Wenyuan calmly opened his eyes, his narrow eyes deep.

After this period of time together, Gu Ci has already mastered a set of routines to wake up Huo Wenyuan painlessly-even without the reminder of the person to wake up, he will consciously stretch out his hand, waiting for the other party to hold it: "Get up, Brother Wen Yuan, you still have boxing lessons later."

But the strange thing is that this time, after waiting for a while with his hand hanging, Huo Wenyuan didn't hold it for a long time.

Gu Ci was a little puzzled: What's going on? Doesn't Huo Wenyuan like holding his hand the most?

Gu Ci subconsciously felt that something was wrong and asked, "Brother Wen Yuan, are you feeling unwell?"

Huo Wenyuan coughed lightly: "No. "

Gu Ci was even more puzzled. Why didn't he want to hold his hand? Didn't she have to cuddle with him before she would be willing to get up?

Doesn't she like holding hands?

Huo Wenyuan was really suspicious today. He actually let him go downstairs alone first. This had never happened before. The more Gu Ci thought about it, the more strange it seemed. While Huo Wenyuan wasn't paying attention, he quickly and decisively grasped the back of his hand, and sure enough, he found something wrong.

How could it be so hot!

Huo Wenyuan didn't expect Gu Ci to make a surprise attack. A rare panic flashed in his eyes. He pulled his hand away and said, "What are you doing?"

Gu Ci frowned his delicate brows, and looked at Huo Wenyuan's expression. The temperature of the back of his hand was still on his palm.

The back of his hand was so hot, and his face didn't look too good... Could he be sick?

Gu Ci's heart tightened immediately. He wanted to feel the temperature of Huo Wenyuan's forehead, but he dodged it by turning his face to the side without leaving a trace.

Huo Wenyuan lowered his voice and said hoarsely, "I'm not sick. "

Gu Ci found that Huo Wenyuan was sometimes quite childish. He usually looked like a mature little adult, but when it came to being sick and taking medicine, he became a little unreasonable.

The less he cooperated, the more problems he had.

Seeing Huo Wenyuan's face full of resistance and vigilance, Gu Ci's dark and clear eyes turned, and he had an idea.

He walked closer to Huo Wenyuan, carefully lifted up a corner of the silk quilt, and said in an almost coquettish tone: "Brother Wenyuan, I'm very worried about you. Can you let me touch your forehead?"

"..."

Huo Wenyuan stared at the white and slender fingers, with soft words in his ears, and he couldn't say the word "no".

Where did you learn these things?

Gu Ci was still shaking the corner of the quilt, his eyes wet and eager: "Brother Wenyuan, let me touch it, okay?"

"You wanted to touch me before, and I let you touch it."

Huo Wenyuan's Adam's apple tightened: "? "

Can you say that?

Knowing that Gu Ci would not let it go, and also afraid that he would say some dangerous words again, Huo Wenyuan closed his eyes resignedly, sighed helplessly, and looked like he was ready to be dealt with.

There was really no way to deal with him.

"That's being obedient. "

Ignoring Huo Wenyuan's frown, Gu Ci finally got what he wanted and successfully touched a hot potato.

Huo Wenyuan was sent to the hospital.

Gu Ci sat at the small table in the accompanying area of the ward, worried.

In just ten minutes, he saw with his own eyes several needles piercing the back of Huo Wenyuan's hand, drawing blood, testing, infusion... A group of doctors and nurses circled around the bed, speaking terms that Gu Ci could not understand.

Because of several injections, the back of Huo Wenyuan's hand had become a little purple, and there was a circle of red rash on his wrist. His face was pale and bloodless. It was obvious that he was allergic again.

This was the first time Gu Ci saw Huo Wenyuan sick.

Facing those injections, Huo Wenyuan did not even blink. Compared with these, he cared more about Gu Ci.

Gu Ci sat opposite, his head buried very low, his hands anxiously tugging at the corners of his clothes, and all his worries and fears were written on his face.

So in between treatments, Huo Wenyuan did not forget to comfort Gu Ci: "I'm fine, don't worry. "

Gu Ci stared at him, his beautiful eyes about to spit out flames.

39.5℃, and you're still saying you're fine!

You're lying!

After a whole morning of tossing and turning, Huo Wenyuan's condition finally stabilized, and everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

A high fever combined with an innate immune system disorder can be devastating, and if left untreated, it can even be fatal. Although Young Master Huo appeared relaxed, this kind of illness was anything but easy.

He was incredibly patient, having already been feeling unwell but forcing himself to do so, even going out as normal, which only exacerbated his condition.

Fortunately, the situation was under control, otherwise everyone present would have been doomed.

Butler Feng was sweating profusely. He'd just finished talking to Mr. Huo on the phone, feeling like he'd just emerged from an ice cellar. Only after they hung up did he feel the warmth of early summer.

Mr. Huo first scolded everyone, then announced that he would be moving up his trip to the United States and returning home within three days. He emphasized that during this time, Huo Wenyuan couldn't go anywhere except the Huo family home or the hospital, and couldn't come into close contact with anyone other than the doctor. Butler Feng would handle all the daily chores.

Butler Feng asked hesitantly, "Can't we go to school, too?" "

Mr. Huo asked back: "What's the difference whether he goes or not?"

This has never been something Huo Wenyuan needed to consider. Even if he is really unlearned, the Huo family has plenty of ways and means.

Butler Feng couldn't help but say one more word: "That little Ci..."

Mr. Huo knew that Gu Ci could touch Master Huo, and he also knew that they have a good relationship now.

Unfortunately, there were no exceptions. Mr. Huo interrupted without saying a word: "He is here to be taken care of by the Huo family, and he doesn't need to take care of any member of the Huo family."

"Butler Feng, you have been talking a lot recently. Do you want to retire early?"

Butler Feng: "..."

It was a close call. He almost fell into the mid-life unemployment crisis.

After his boss's reminder, Butler Feng didn't hesitate and immediately arranged everything, relaying Mr. Huo's order to Young Master Huo.

"That's Mr. Huo's intention," Butler Feng said, feeling incredibly cautious. He felt Young Master Huo was even more demanding than his father, and he tried to convince him. "Don't worry, it should only be during this period..."

He offered a screech, but Young Master Huo remained indifferent, saying only, "Let Huo Xiao answer the phone."

Butler Feng: "..."

Fine, his abilities were limited, so let the icebergs collide.

Huo Xiao had just disembarked from a private jet, surrounded by a group of suits. Seeing his secretary handing Butler Feng's phone, he raised his hand to answer it.

"Butler Feng, anything else?"

the young man demanded coldly from the other end. "Why are you restricting my travel?"

Huo Xiao wasn't surprised by his presence, but instead raised an eyebrow and asked, "Don't you have your own phone?"

Huo Wenyuan's expression was serious: "Is this about your phone? I need to go to school."

Huo Xiao scoffed, "Come on, you're my son."

The implication was that he didn't understand him well enough.

Huo Wenyuan's schooling was all a facade. At six, he could solve functional equations and read books with a photographic memory. Though Huo Xiao didn't explicitly state it, he still considered him the Huo family's successor, so there was no need to bother with finding a professional agent.

If it weren't for his age and physical limitations, he would have already shouldered the burden on Huo Wenyuan. When he was fifteen, to hone his character, Old Master Huo was incredibly ruthless, sending him through a life of hardship and exposure. There was no such thing as a life of luxury.

Ultimately, he wasn't ruthless enough towards Huo Wenyuan.

Huo Xiao was busy and impatient. "I didn't ask you to skip school. It's you, the one who won't skip a grade or study abroad. You're just wasting your time like most people. Is that fun?"

Huo Wenyuan frowned. "What do you mean by that?"

Huo Xiao said, "Literally. Think about it yourself. This is just the right time to think about it. Forget about going out."

"Shopping and attending class reunions, completely neglecting your health. Too indulgent."

Huo Wenyuan: "It has nothing to do with going out..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a busy tone sounded on the phone. Huo Wenyuan put the phone down with a sullen face, a look of resentment.

Butler Feng carefully adjusted his glasses, feeling a little depressed.

Alas, the old man is still the strongest.

Mr. Huo acted decisively. From now on, he would limit Young Master Huo's contact with others.

In layman's terms, it would mean house arrest.

He had done this before, but this time, he felt something was wrong.

...For example, what about Gu Ci?

They were so close, I'm afraid he'd be upset.

Outside the VIP ward, Butler Feng tried to tactfully explain Mr. Huo's intentions to Gu Ci.

Gu Ci had just returned to the Huo residence, having brought Huo Wenyuan a book he'd been reading recently. Hearing Butler Feng's words, his eyes widened. "Is this the doctor's order?"

Butler Feng thought, "The doctor hadn't said that, but it was Mr. Huo's order, and they couldn't disobey.

" Gu Ci was puzzled. "Would it be boring to stay in one place all the time, with no contact with others?"

Butler Feng recalled how Young Master Huo had lived like this for the past fifteen years, before Gu Ci arrived.

Gu Ci asked, "How's Brother Wenyuan?"

Butler Feng replied truthfully, "Young Master and Mr. Huo had an argument, but..."

The result was obvious.

Mr. Huo was always authoritarian and decisive. Once he made a decision, there was no room for maneuver.

Gu Ci fell silent, staring quietly at the ward door.

Butler Feng assumed he was disappointed, and a touch of pity filled his heart.

For the first time, he felt Mr. Huo was cruel.

But the next moment, Gu Ci pursed her lips and offered him a pure smile. "Uncle Feng, could you please take these books to Brother Wen Yuan?"

There was no complaint, no discouragement.

Housekeeper Feng paused, then nodded.

Gu Ci, struck by another thought, asked him to wait. She trotted to the nurse's station, borrowed a piece of white paper and a pen, and scribbled a few lines, tucked them into the book, handing it to him with both hands.

"Uncle Feng, thank you."

Housekeeper Feng looked at Gu Ci's small face, feeling a strange mixture of emotion.

Staring at the thick German philosophy book, Huo Wenyuan felt a sense of disquiet.

The book's presence seemed to remind him that Gu Ci had just stood outside the door, barred from entering by his father's order.

Gu Ci's disappointed expression could still be seen in his mind.

He casually flipped open the book and unexpectedly found a neatly folded sheet of paper lying there.

Huo Wenyuan's hand trembled as he eagerly unfolded the paper, revealing the neat, delicate handwriting.

"Brother Wen Yuan, it's me! Are you feeling better? Listen to the doctor and get treatment!" Uncle Feng

has already told me Uncle Huo's decision. Don't be sad. Even if we can't meet, I'll find a way to contact you.

By the way, I didn't have time to tell you, but I've already scored full marks in my shot put! I'll just have to wait for the physical exam next week to witness the miracle. How's it going? Am I amazing?

His

eyes quickly swept over the words, a tenderness that he himself hadn't noticed.

"Amazing," he whispered softly.

Our Gu Ci is the best.

That night, Huo Wenyuan learned about the "method" Gu Ci mentioned in the letter.

Butler Feng brought him his seldom-used cell phone and, keeping it a secret, asked him to wait for a call at 9 p.m.

Huo Wenyuan didn't think much of it. Considering the phone incident from the previous call, he assumed it was Huo Xiao's request.

Then, at 9 p.m. Beijing time, a call came from an unknown number.

Huo Wenyuan wasn't used to answering calls from strangers and was about to hang up, but remembering Butler Feng's instructions, he answered the call a few seconds later.

He said calmly, "Hello."

"Brother Wenyuan?" A familiar soft voice came from the other side, asking nervously, "Can you hear me?"

Huo Wenyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and he almost dropped the phone.

"Brother Wenyuan?" Gu Ci, who didn't hear a response, was a little anxious and asked himself, "Is the signal bad? The lady who signed up for the card today said that she had prepaid the phone bill..."

Huo Wenyuan forced himself to suppress the strange feeling in his heart and said, "I can hear you." His hands

were shaking badly.

He repeated again: "Gu Ci, I can hear you."