Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Rare Guest

Feng Ran patted the bedroom door frame and said, "Why can't I leave? Aren't you just taking care of him?"

The bodyguard said with a stern face, "Mr. Feng, you have seen it too. If you leave, his illness will not be cured. Please don't make things difficult for us."

"What bullshit, I'll tie him up for you, do you think he can get better?"

He took off his belt, tied up Shen Zhi's hands in no time, and looked at the bodyguard: "Are you done?" Shen

Zhi woke up, his cheeks were still red from the fever, but his eyes were clear. He looked at Feng Ran steadily, opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse and weak.

"Where are you going?"

"No matter where I go, it has nothing to do with you."

"I dreamed of you."

"Then go on." Feng Ran picked up his coat and walked out, "The more sleep you get, the better you will be."

"No... Feng Ran, come back!" Shen Zhi finally woke up and said sternly, "Who of you dares to let him go?"

He rolled over from the bed and landed on the ground. The loud noise of his knees hitting the floor did not make Feng Ran return, but only made him stop for a moment. He turned back and shouted at the door: "Behave yourself!"

There was a military knife in the drawer. He endured the dizziness and slowly put the knife between his hands to cut the hard leather belt. When he pulled it out, he accidentally cut his wrist and oozes blood.

He dragged his heavy body to chase people, and finally a bodyguard stopped him when Feng Ran rushed out of the hospital gate.

Feng Ran could not walk out of the house.

After a strong request, under Shen Zhi's "surveillance", he used the computer to contact his family and friends and greeted them one by one. Shen Zhi disguised himself very well. He pretended to be busy and refused when the other party asked for a phone call or video before, and no one noticed anything unusual.

"These people can't even tell whether they are me or not." Feng Ran flipped through the records and felt very disappointed, especially his sister. She showed some concern at first, but until Shen Zhilei transferred the money without hesitation, she never asked another question except to collect the money. Shen

Zhi lay listlessly on the table. His fever had not subsided yet, but he refused to have an IV drip and only took a few pills.

"Have you finished reading it? Return it after you finish reading it."

"I have to make a call."

"No." Shen Zhi raised his head.

Feng Ran had already clicked on the video call.

Shen Zhi stood up with the help of the table and looked at him. His knuckles trembled slightly and turned white due to the force. Feng Ran went up to him, not to be outdone. The cold eyes disappeared in an instant, and the gentle background emerged. Feng Ran could almost guess what he was going to say.

"Why are you calling him?"

"Just to chat."

"I know you want to leave. But this family needs you right now. Both me and my dad's company."

"You're flattering me."

"There's something wrong with the company's accounts. Our accountants are very experienced in dealing with such small matters, right? I'm always worried about hiring someone else."

Shen Zhi was referring to something. Feng Ran had encountered a similar accounting problem after graduating from university, but he never mentioned this experience. He never knew that the Shen brothers investigated him so thoroughly and even knew the details of that year.

Feng Ran was annoyed for a while, smiled, and said, "Then I want to tell you that after that incident, I swore not to do accounting work anymore. This time is an exception. You should find someone else."

The computer showed that the call had been answered, and Ren He appeared in the dark on the screen. Both of them shut up at the right time.

"Damn Feng Ran, what time is it now?" Ren He rubbed his eyes and started to curse as soon as he saw him clearly.

Feng Ran only then noticed that it was early morning over there.

Shen Zhi didn't say anything or appear on camera. He leaned against the table and had a harsh attitude for no reason. Feng Ran felt like his other arm would be cut off if he said something wrong, and he felt slightly irritated.

"Are you busy lately?"

"Yes, my new song is about to be released, and I've only slept for eight hours in three

days. Are you busy? Why, you want to work for me? Sure, you're welcome." "Okay," Feng Ran didn't know what to say for a moment. Chen Zhi was no longer satisfied with surveillance. He wrapped his hands around his waist where the camera couldn't see, and rubbed his abdomen with neither light nor heavy movements, causing dense numbness. He tried to adjust his expression, "I wanted to ask you for help, but you're busy." "

It's true that Zhong Wuyan has something to do and Xia Yingchun has nothing to do." Ren He muttered.

"Not really..."

"I'll go back to China next month, come pick me up."

"We'll see then."

"Bring your family with you. Yeah. Your previous crush should also come back."

"Yeah..." Feng Ran didn't know what expression he showed. He secretly glanced at the side. Chen Zhi looked at him gently as usual, and even curled the corners of his lips.

Ren He's words were so inappropriate: "You know, he really wants to know how you are doing. He had no choice but to create a small account in the game to add you. He said that he played a game with you two weeks ago. It's so funny. You really don't know what color Fu Gou's face was at that time." "

Ah, um." Feng Ran didn't remember who he added two weeks ago, let alone what color his face was. There was no way to chat today. "Then let's talk when you come back. I have something to do."

After hanging up the phone in a hurry, Feng Ran explained: "It happened in the past. We were partners when I opened a photography studio. After I returned to China, I never contacted him again." Chen

Zhi took a sip of water and lay down on the table again: "I don't think you mentioned this person."

"Because nothing happened." Feng Ran touched his nose uncomfortably, "I don't think you are interested in listening to my love life. Besides, it's all in the past. People should always look forward." Chen

Zhi looked indifferent: "Yes, we should always look forward."

"That's right."

Chen Zhi suddenly said: "Why are you explaining this to me? What is our relationship?"

"That's right," Feng Ran was stunned, "I'm afraid you will misunderstand."

"What if I misunderstood? What if I didn't?"

Feng Ran pointed at his shoulder and asked, "What do you think?" Shen

Zhi blinked twice slowly, lowered his eyelids, and didn't speak for a long time. It was so long that Feng Ran thought the conversation was over. He said, "Not anymore."

Feng Ran responded sarcastically, "Thank you then."

During the boring confrontation, Shen Zhi rarely went out to handle work. After getting up early every morning, he prepared breakfast for Feng Ran, went for morning exercises, and then painted with him in the same room, no more than five meters away. Occasionally, he communicated with customers and Party A, but only by typing. Feng Ran was tired of

this kind of life. He was driven crazy and could only go to the rooftop to smoke and breathe in the company of bodyguards.

He was reading a book that day, and Shen Zhi came over and handed him a glass of water. He suddenly raised his head and said, "I found that there is no fucking savior in this world." Shen

Zhi raised his eyebrows slightly.

"If I had, I wouldn't be sitting here reading this crappy book."

Chen Zhi said, "The Divine Comedy. Where did you find it? I didn't even know I had this book at home."

Feng Ran's ability to talk nonsense has reached its peak.

"I scraped it out from the second brick on the left side of your toilet wall with your carbon steel curved blade knife."

They welcomed a special guest on this day. The bodyguard hurried in and told Shen Zhi that there was a guest. Shen Zhi was very surprised, but he recovered as usual in just a moment and said to Feng Ran, "I don't know who it is." His father's "notification" must have been very thorough, and his relatives would definitely not come.

Who could it be?

Feng Ran was absent-minded. No matter who it was, it couldn't be him.

"Maybe it's your dad. He suddenly got better and sat up from the bed to beat you up. Be careful."

Shen Zhi laughed and said, "Not very funny. A little scary."

Although he said that, he still changed clothes with Feng Ran and came out.

When the door opened, both parties were briefly startled.

When he saw the person standing there clearly, Feng Ran jumped up from the sofa in shock: "It's you!" Shen

Zhi calmly blocked the door: "How do you know this place? What are you doing here?"

Feng Ran turned around in the living room like a drowning man eager to grab a life-saving straw, saying: "Let him in first, is there something wrong? I may owe him money!"

"I will pay back whatever he owes, and I will pay double. But you are not allowed to come again."

The man at the door was as lifeless as ever, and the low winter sun shone on his face, making his face pale.

"No." He was still so frugal with words, "Is your mother's name Chang Lan?" Shen

Zhi's face darkened at a visible speed, and he even lost his pretending mood. He looked at the bodyguard and said, "Show him out."

He Chuan held the door, and a hand wearing thick and worn gloves struggled to take out a crumpled piece of paper.

"Your mother wrote it."

Shen Zhi reached out to grab it, but He Chuan failed to take it back in time, and the two of them held the piece of paper tightly together.

"Let go." Shen Zhi gritted his teeth and said.

"No, why don't you all come in and talk? What if it gets torn?"

After a moment, the three of them sat on the sofa together, and the atmosphere was tense.

Feng Ran couldn't hold back his turbulent emotions, and twisted and turned on the sofa. On the one hand, he was looking for an opportunity to send some secret signals to He Chuan so that he could rescue him. On the other hand, he hadn't seen any other living people during this period of time. Although the other party was taciturn and unfamiliar with him, it was better than those bodyguards who stood guard at the door every day. The piece of

paper had been carefully read by Shen Zhi and confirmed to be written by his mother.

Feng Ran also read it. The content was a note left for an appointment with someone. There was no time, only a strange place.

The note had been yellowed and brittle after a long time. Fortunately, it didn't tear when the two people pulled it just now.

"Where did you find it?"

He Chuan was silent for a moment and said, "Where is your mother?"

Shen Zhi pursed his lips and said, "Dead."

He Chuan raised his head suddenly and clenched his fists.

"It's been many years... It happened thirteen years ago."

He Chuan said, "How is it possible?!"

Feng Ran dared to say that this was the first time he had seen such a rich expression on his face since he met this person, although this expression only stayed for less than two seconds.

Shen Zhi's calm eyes swept over him: "Do you want me to take out the death certificate?"

Feng Ran saw something was wrong and said, "Boss, his mother is indeed... What do you want to see her about?"

He Chuan looked at the two of them steadily, muttering to himself, "Surprisingly, after so many years. Why?"

"Fire."

"Sorry, please accept my condolences." He Chuan stood up, "Excuse me."

"Huh?" Feng Ran was dumbfounded, "Wait a minute, take me out."

"You haven't told me where this note came from!" Shen Zhi also stood up.

He Chuan's back swayed in the entrance, then turned around, the sunlight reflected by the flying snow fell on his face, his eyes were empty, and his voice seemed to come across the frozen snowfield.

"My father's wallet."

He left after saying this, and Shen Zhi rushed out and was surrounded by bodyguards.

Across a wall of people, Shen Zhi called his name.

He Chuan turned around and looked at him in silence. Chen Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "What do you mean?"

He Chuan shook his head and said, "Nothing. I don't mean to disrespect your mother."

"What do you know? - About my mother."

"I know nothing."

He Chuan threw down these five words and left with his head down, never looking back.