Fuck to Death the Villains (H)

62 The President is Sick

To be honest, Ren Yue himself is not very good at cooking. He could only cook two or three dishes before. Cooking noodles or something like that was enough to fill his stomach, but he was far from being good at cooking. Fortunately, the difficulty of making pasta is basically at the beginner level, and it does not require any skills. Otherwise, Chu Xianghao, who obviously does not cook much, would not have this in his family.

Ren Yue spent a long time in the kitchen and finally brought two plates of pasta without any ingredients to the table.

Chu Xianghao said nothing. He sat down across the table in silence and began to eat with peace of mind, though his movements were much slower than usual.

At first, Ren Yue was so hungry that he ate for a long time. After his stomach was no longer empty, he had the energy to look up. As he looked, he felt strange. Chu Xianghao's movements and expressions were a little different from usual. It couldn't be that he was so tired after doing it twice in a row, right? This didn't happen the first two times.

"Chu... Xianghao?" Ren Yue hesitated for a moment, then decided to address him by his name. "Are you okay?"

Chu Xianghao, who had always been called "Mr. Chu", hadn't heard his name being called directly for a long time. He was stunned for a moment: "What do you mean by that?"

"It's not working hours anymore, do you have to use honorifics?" Ren Yue didn't care about it at all and continued to address him in this way.

Chu Xianghao was too lazy to argue with him. Actually, he and Ren Yue had no interaction outside of work hours. He didn't know how it turned out to be like this. After eating a few more mouthfuls of pasta, he felt his headache getting worse. His appetite was really poor. He glanced at Ren Yue and stood up: "I'll go back to the room first. After you finish eating, leave the plate here and you can go. Someone will come to clean it up tomorrow." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Ren Yue sat alone at the dining table. The room was quiet until he finished eating and was ready to leave. The apartment was on a high floor, with no neighbors, and the glass had a good sound insulation effect, so there was no noise at all in the house. Ren Yue was not used to this feeling. He glanced at the closed door and saw that there was no sound of a shower. He estimated that Chu Xianghao was really uncomfortable and went to bed directly.

After throwing all the plates and pots into the sink and filling it with water, Ren Yue went home. When he got downstairs and felt the cold wind, he remembered that his car was still parked in the company parking lot. Seeing that it was getting late, he simply took a taxi home and planned to take a taxi to the company tomorrow.

As a result, when he arrived at the company the next day, Ren Yue was working until noon when he realized that Chu Xianghao did not come to the company.

Normally, Ren Yue would have no idea if Chu Xianghao didn't come, but when he thought about it, Chu Xianghao looked a little unwell yesterday and went to bed so early, it seemed strange no matter how he thought about it.

So Ren Yue called Chu Xianghao using his work phone, and the call was picked up after several beeps.

"......Hello?"

Chu Xianghao's voice was a little slow, not as sharp and brief as usual, obviously he hadn't woken up yet. This defenseless sound was somewhat similar to the panting during sex... Now was not the time to think about such things. Ren Yue cleared his throat. After all, it was an office call, so he asked as an assistant: "Boss Chu, why didn't you come to the company today? Are you feeling unwell?"

Chu Xianghao seemed to have just woken up and found that it was already very late. He was a little surprised that he had slept for so long. But the point was that his headache did not get better after sleeping. Instead, his whole body became heavier: "A little bit, I won't go to the company today."