The sick beauty quits working in Shura Field | (BL, MTL)

Chapter 52: Shen Zhouran should be the victim back then.

Shen Luozhou woke up on the sofa the next day.

Shen Zhouran didn't have the strength to drag him back to the bedroom, and couldn't bear to wake him up when he saw the deep tiredness building up in his brows and eyes. It was just that it would be cold to sleep on the sofa, so he pulled out a thick quilt and covered Shen Luozhou with it.

Shen Luozhou woke up from the heat.

He couldn't help but lift up the thick duvet, thinking that Xiaoguai might have forgotten the constant temperature and humidity at home. He wasn't afraid of the cold, so there was no need to wrap him up so thickly.

He picked up his phone from the table, unlocked it with his fingerprint and read the messages.

The secretary asked for leave. They both drank a lot yesterday. Shen Luozhou sent him a red envelope and then read Deng Lei's news.

Deng Lei knew early on that he would not be able to come to work today, so he sent a lot of messages throughout the morning. Generally speaking, it was nothing major, except that there were a few documents that he needed to read and stamp.

[Mr. Shen, I will send you the electronic version. 】

Shen Luozhou still had a headache from a hangover. He didn't want to read any documents or reports at all now, so he refused him: "Put it in my office and I'll look at it tomorrow. I won't go there in the afternoon either. If you have any questions, please contact me." Me."

Deng Lei looked at Mr. Shen's willful reply and reluctantly agreed.

When Shen Zhouran came out to pour water with his slippers on, he saw Shen Luozhou who had already sat up.

Shen Luozhou also saw him and greeted him as usual: "Morning. Do you have my food?"

Shen Zhouran hesitated for a few seconds, then stepped forward and touched his forehead. He was relieved when he found that it was not as hot as last night: "It's late, brother. Auntie will come over to make lunch soon. You are hungry now." Are you ready? I bought some breakfast, so I can get it for you."

"Forget it, get me some fruit, I can't eat anything else now," Shen Luozhou held his hand and pulled it down, a little funny, "I'm not sick, why are you touching my forehead."

"Your temperature was very high yesterday." Shen Zhouran told him.

Shen Luozhou said "Yeah": "You are like this when you are drunk. I didn't scare you last night, did I?"

His memory was inconsistent when he was drunk, stuck one after another, like the a|vi of a PPT that was stuck due to a bad network connection.

Shen Zhouran wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't. He shook his head: "No. I'll get the fruit."

There are grapes in the refrigerator, as well as apples and kiwis. He washed a little of everything, and remembered that the kiwi fruit Shen Luozhou fed him before was cut into pieces. He went to the Internet to search how to cut it, and learned how to operate it.

Shen Zhouran's movements were unfamiliar. The kiwi juice flowed all over the chopping board, but not much pulp was taken out. The ones I managed to get out were of different sizes and shapes, as if they were being chewed by dogs.

He looked at his work with dismay.

It seems that he was really brought up to be a young master who is industrious and inseparable from grains. The eldest brother is obviously the child of the Shen family. He is an adopted son. Oh, no, not anymore. When he moved out of the household registration, their adoption was cut off. relation.