Chapter 38: Then you can conquer it.

Shen Boyan and Cheng Wenxiu are not familiar with each other.

I am so unfamiliar with him that I am an alumnus of him in high school and college, but I haven’t even added his contact information.

He had no interest in getting to know Cheng Wenxiu. He just felt that this man was dull and a bit difficult to approach.

How could you imagine that Cheng Wenxiu was not in the ward in front of you at this moment, but was actually living in Cheng Wenjun's body?

Shen Boyan's temple twitched suddenly, and the pain from the wound became more and more obvious.

He thought of the false smile on Cheng Wenjun's face like a mask, his uncomfortable behavior, and the little words he said one after another.

Cheng Wenjun had never called him such an intimate title before.

Even Cheng Wenjun would not be like this.

Shen Boyan suddenly felt sick.

"Let's go." Seeing that he didn't speak, Cheng Wen'an asked tentatively.

"...Let's go." Shen Boyan took a deep breath and said.

He walked towards the elevator, his steps speeding up unconsciously.

"Hey, let me see you off." Cheng Wen'an hurriedly caught up.

"Thank you, no need." Shen Boyan refused.

"It's really not necessary." Cheng Wen'an subtly felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and asked cautiously.

"It's really not necessary." Shen Boyan shook his head.

"Okay," Cheng Wen'an compromised, "Although we don't have a good relationship, just call me if you need anything."...

The location of the hospital is a bit remote. After Shen Boyan went out, there were only a few scattered figures outside. The bleak wind blew up the withered yellow leaves and dust on the road, causing Shen Boyan to cough violently twice.

The delivery rider flew past with a whoosh. The cold wind blew in through the open collar of Shen Boyan's down jacket, and he shivered dully.

The wind was very cold, but Shen Boyan couldn't calm down.

The wound hurts and the brain feels hot. Rather than thinking rationally, Shen Boyan felt as if he was controlled by emotions.

It was difficult for him to explain clearly what state he was in. He had never been able to explain clearly.

But at this moment, it is even more difficult. It is so chaotic that even the cold wind cannot understand it.

Shen Boyan walked home all the way in this chaotic state.

Fortunately, the hospital was not far from home, and Shen Boyan was not that uncomfortable when he returned home.

His feet were numb from the cold, and they were already a little red and swollen after taking off his shoes and socks. Even though it was past lunch time, he didn't seem very hungry. His stomach was as numb as his feet, and he was just frozen, as if he had stopped updating.

The stomach is an emotional organ.

Shen Boyan also knew this.

He returned to his room, closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared out the empty window as if in a void.

The clock ticked forward, and after a while, the sound of fingerprint recognition sounded at the door. Shen Boyan raised his head suddenly and heard a "bang" sound. Cheng Wenjun.

Oh no, it’s Cheng Wenxiu.

Shen Boyan stood up, opened the door and walked out. He immediately saw Cheng Wenjun's face, which immediately brought a smile as soon as it caught his eyes: "Xiaoyan, you're back, how are you?"

"Not good." Shen Boyan stared at him, Blurt it out without any burden.

He looked at Cheng Wenjun quietly, with a pitiful expression on his slightly cold brows that he knew nothing about.

Cheng Wenjun was stunned.

Immediately, he took off his shoes, walked forward quickly, and comforted with worry and concern: "I'm sorry, Xiaoyan, I didn't manage my subordinates well."

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Boyan looked up at him, "Why is this happening?"

Cheng Wenjun sighed: "He leaked company secrets and we fired him after we found out. He... was not willing."

"That's it." Shen Boyan nodded.

He was still looking straight at Cheng Wenjun. His head was wrapped in thick gauze, and his pupils were dark.

"I just went to apply medicine." He said, "The wound hurts."

Cheng Wenjun looked at Shen Boyan's wound and said, "I'm sorry... This will never happen again."

He looked haggard, and his voice As soon as he fell down, he continued: "Too many things happened today, really..."

He lowered his eyes: "I'm very tired."

Shen Boyan said "hmm".

He still looked at Cheng Wenjun so quietly, as if waiting for Cheng Wenjun to continue speaking.

"Everyone in the company is staring at me." Cheng Wenjun continued to narrate as if he was being encouraged, "Even if one sentence is inappropriate or one thing goes wrong, they will get entangled like crazy."

"That person was injured today. It should have been their fault that I killed you, but they said that my methods were too drastic and did not allow people to survive..."

"Some of those people are even related to me by blood."

Cheng Wenjun rubbed his brows tiredly: "Sometimes I wonder...why do I have to live such a life?"

"I really envy you, Xiaoyan. You still have a sister who always thinks about you, but I have nothing."

After being silent for a long time, Shen Boyan suddenly said, "Actually, you can pass."

"Huh?" Cheng Wenjun was stunned and suddenly showed a confused expression.

"You can resign and sever the blood relationship with your parents." Shen Boyan calmly narrated, "Then leave the company."

He looked at Cheng Wenjun: "Doesn't this mean we don't have to live such a life?"

Cheng Wenjun choked, He opened his mouth and said, "That's not quite..."

"Don't you still have me?" Shen Boyan said.

His face was expressionless, but the words he spoke seemed to be flirting: "I will accompany you."

"But, but..." Cheng Wenjun was speechless for a moment.

He spent a long time talking: "But the company is my responsibility."

"I must be responsible for them."

"Your uncle really wants to be responsible for them." Shen Boyan said.

"But this is different..."

"Really?" Shen Boyan's lips moved, "Then you can't live the life you want?"

Cheng Wenjun finally showed a slightly embarrassed expression: "Xiaoyan, you don't understand These things."

"Oh," Shen Boyan said in a light voice, "I just don't want you to have a hard time."

After he said this, Cheng Wenjun was completely helpless.

Shen Boyan watched Cheng Wenjun's expression change slightly, as if he was about to choke to death. Okay, very good.

Shen Boyan suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his arms and hugged Cheng Wenjun.

The hug was still the same person, but compared to the hug in the car many years ago, it was completely different.

Cheng Wenjun no longer had that familiar smell on his body, and the gentle breath on his neck no longer felt reassuring.

"Go home and have a good rest." Shen Boyan said without any emotion, "Don't say these unpleasant things to you."...

All Cheng Wenjun's complaints were blocked in this hug.

Shen Boyan turned around and returned to his room, only to feel hungry after a while.

There were unprocessed ingredients in the family pantry but he was too lazy to make them. They stayed up until the evening when the aunt came to cook, and the two of them filled their bellies at both ends of the dining table without talking to each other.

In the past, Lord Cheng Wen was always the one to speak up, while Shen Boyan had a cold attitude.

But now Cheng Wenjun seems to be mute for some reason. He only focuses on eating. After eating, he goes through the motions and says to Shen Boyan, "Xiaoyan, I'm going to work first."

"Yeah." Shen Boyan nodded, "I'm too tired. Just give up, you can't live without these things."

Cheng Wenjun's face changed several times, and he turned around and left.

In the evening, Shen Boyan stayed up late as usual.

He leaned against the wall, listening to what was going on over there, and flicking his cell phone.

Meng Xinqiao sent him a message for some unknown reason at this point, which was a few photos. In the photo, he is holding a glow stick in his hand, with a huge stage in front of him.

Meng Xinqiao: [The concert is over]

Shen Boyan asked: [Did you go to the concert? ]

Meng Xinqiao quickly replied: [yes]

and then said: [I went alone. ]

Shen Boyan always felt that there was something in his words.

Meng Xinqiao: [I remember you also like this singer. ]

Shen Boyan: [How did you know? ]

He frowned and couldn't remember ever telling Meng Xinqiao this.

But after a while, Meng Xinqiao answered frankly: [I saw your playlist. 】

That’s not surprising.

Shen Boyan replied: [That’s it. ]

Meng Xinqiao fell asleep after a while. Shen Boyan was sitting alone by the wall, and finally heard the voice over there at 3:30 in the morning.

"Host, your progress today has reached 22%."

It's the same dull voice.

"Please keep up your efforts and make sure to reach 75% within a month." OK.

Shen Boyan thought of Cheng Wenjun's expression as if he had a lump in his throat today.

It turns out that this counts as a strategy.

Then you can conquer it.

Just take advantage of Cheng Wenjun's body to guide you.