Rebirth is evenly matched

Chapter 136

The snow came late this year, and the air was dry, exuding an irritable atmosphere.

So when the first snow fell, everyone was very happy.

When Liao Chengjun woke up from the hospital, he still had a high fever.

His limbs were sore and weak, he turned his head and saw the back standing by the window, he sneered, "You haven't done your own affairs well, how dare you come to settle accounts with me?"

The person standing by the window heard the movement, turned around, and chuckled lightly with an unfinished cigarette in his hand.

"Looking for you to settle accounts?"

Qiao Yun sat down lazily, crossed his legs, shook the cigarette ash, looked up and down Liao Chengjun, his eyes looked contemptuous.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Look at your current appearance! Mr. Liao."

The look is haggard and withered, decayed and withered, thin and thin like a fallen leaf in mid-autumn, and even the usual expression has not been lost. It seems that people have no energy.

Liao Chengjun knew how embarrassed he was without looking.

He chuckled lightly, his eyes pale, "Whether I deserve it or not is not up to you."

After the high fever passed, the body was inevitably weak and weak. Liao Chengjun was very dizzy. He supported the sides of the hospital bed with his palms, dragging and supporting his disused body with difficulty.

"Cough...cough..."

Just by moving the pillow, he was dizzy and out of breath. After all, physical hypotension was fatal to a paraplegic like him.

Liao Chengjun tilted his body, the infusion line was pulled crookedly, trembling non-stop, Qiao Yun watched coldly, motionless.

"What you have done is beyond measure."

Liao Chengjun managed to slow down for a while, pinching his throbbing forehead, raised his head, and looked at Qiao Yun opposite, "Poisoning and hurting people has already broken the rules."

He heard about Qin Yin's poisoning. Although the news was sealed, they can still find out a thing or two.

Qiao Yun closed his eyes, squeezed the cigarette with his fingers, and snorted softly, "It's just a small punishment and a big warning, and it didn't kill him, so what are you afraid of?"

Just trying to provoke the two of them, but it's strange that they didn't fall for it.

What a pity.

"Qiao Yun, don't go crazy."

Liao Chengjun rubbed his forehead and breathed out tiredly, "Those things you did, you should be able to go in and stay there for ten or eight years."

Starting from the bridge bed, various incidents followed one after another, and Qiao Yun did more and more things, each one becoming more and more excessive.

It's just—

terrified.

Liao Chengjun felt that he should not get involved with him anymore, lest... be dragged into hell.

Qiao Yun had a grudge against the Qin family, but he didn't.

He doesn't need to fight the Qin family to the death, everyone is just suppressing each other, he just needs to be in step with everyone and squeeze the Qin family's interests together.

So at this time, Liao Chengjun felt withdrawn and wanted to draw a line with this person.

"is it?"

The smell of cigarettes in the ward was very heavy. Qiao Yun listened playfully, and chuckled lightly, disapprovingly, "I'm not even afraid of death, Mr. Liao thinks, will I be afraid of these three years or five years?"

Liao Chengjun raised his eyes, his eyes were silent, before he could say anything, he heard a sound from outside.

"What are you stopping me for? Let me in!"

The familiar voice faintly penetrated, Qiao Yun stood up, glanced at it, and looked a bit watching the show, "Well... I think your little assistant is quite interesting."

After soaking in the dark muddy water for a long time, I haven't seen such clean and pure eyes for a long time.

Liao Chengjun tilted his head lightly, glanced over, but didn't answer.

When Qi Yang barged in, Qiao Yun happened to go out.

Under the intertwining of the two compartments, Qi Yang was coughed by the strong smell of smoke in the ward, and was a little surprised when he saw the cigarette on Qiao Yun's fingertips, "Sir, you can't smoke here..."

Qiao Yun stopped and didn't speak, but looked at him with meaningful eyes.

"Qi Yang, come in!"

A dignified voice came from inside.

Only then did Qi Yang let go of his thoughts, trotted all the way in, and opened the windows.

"President Liao!"

Seeing the man leaning crookedly and almost falling off the bed, Qi Yang was startled, walked over quickly, hugged him and sat up.

Just as he was about to let go, Liao Chengjun raised his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, shook his head slightly with a pale face, and breathed out a few words, "I can't sit still."

Qi Yang stopped and slowly massaged his stiff back.

After sleeping for a long time without pressing, the muscles of Liao Chengjun's body were a little cramped. When Qi Yang touched him, he turned his head away in pain, breathing heavily.

"It's all my fault for being late."

Qi Yang's eyes were red, and seeing Liao Chengjun's bruised veins on his neck, his face pale with pain, he felt his heart be pulled.

It hurts.

"Mr. Liao, if you are in severe pain, just call out."

Qi Yang's nursing techniques were very professional. After massage, he deliberately put Liao Chengjun in a side-lying position, lifted his shirt, and checked the skin folds on his back.

Is there any redness, any tendency to break out and break out.

And put on a layer of cool ointment to make Liao Chengjun feel better.

From the beginning to the end, Liao Chengjun didn't move, endured the pain, and tried not to make a sound.

The quilt on his side was torn into a ball, and when the pain subsided, he opened his eyes, his eyes blank.

Like... hopeless.

Let Qi Yang play with his body.

In fact, to a certain extent, he understands Qin Yin, and the two of them are actually a kind of people.

The difference is the situation.

He is not as strong as Qin Yin, nor is he as clever as Qin Yin. Even if Qin Yin is in the Qin family, it is difficult, but the Qin family must be Qin Yin. There is no threat of cross status between them.

But the Liao family is not that Liao Chengjun can't do it.

There is also Liao Chengen.

The boy was not only bright and likable, but also wise in many things, and more importantly, he was young and healthy.

And to please his father.

On weekdays, when Liao Chengjun was sick, he would be present at many of the company's daily meetings that needed to be present.

"President Liao."

Qi Yang's clean voice returned to Liao Chengjun's thoughts.

He massaged Liao Chengjun's swollen abdomen with his palm in a circular motion, "Be patient, you can no longer insert a urinary catheter after infection."

This time the fever was not a cold, but a urinary tract infection most familiar to paraplegic patients.

This is probably the time when Liao Chengjun is most helpless and detests his body.

"Well……"

He shivered in pain, pulled the bed sheet tightly, his face remained expressionless, as if this withered and decayed body was not his.

"President Liao..."

The child was still babbling about something, Liao Chengjun closed his eyes tiredly, and felt a slight warmth in his heart.

He could feel the child's intentions, and even knew that when he raised his head, he could see the piety in the other's eyes, as if this pale and disgusting body was some kind of treasure.