Dear Mr. Lu

Lu Chong stood up, turned off the light and went out. He was vaguely confused. He himself didn't understand why he had such patience with this man he met by chance. Looking into those eyes, he couldn't bear to reject him.

Maybe it's really similar.

The stubborn, strong boy who lived in his memory, was brighter than the sun when he was bright, and was so distressing when he was sad that he wanted to hold the whole world in front of him.

Lu Chong closed his eyes, his heart throbbing. When he opened his eyes again, his face became gloomy and stern again, making people afraid to approach.

"Go in and take a look in a while, prepare hangover soup and some light food." He ordered the manager, and then went downstairs and left.

…

In the room, as soon as the door was closed, Luo Wencheng opened his eyes. There was only one wall lamp in the room emitting a weak light. Luo Wencheng looked at the lamp with complicated eyes.

Lu Chong is much closer than he imagined. He is like a good-natured gentleman who puts himself in his place. Even if he met a drunk when he was the kindest back then, even if the other party is not crazy about alcohol, he just smells of alcohol and speaks incoherently. , is enough for him to dislike.

But Lu Chong took him into the car, took him to the hotel, and even agreed to his rude request to sit down with him.

Such a person turned out to be Lu Jiuye, whom everyone had heard of, and that ruthless man whose lover changed more than a dozen times a year?

Is there something wrong?

But reason told him that this man was Lu Chong.

Luo Wencheng closed his eyes, no matter what, his plan was successful, but there were still many loopholes, just like deliberately entangled the other party, very suspicious.

Luo Wencheng knew that if he wanted to gain the trust of this man, he had to extinguish every trace of doubt.

Yes, even though he made up his mind a moment ago that he didn't want to get close to this man, but the moment he saw him just now, he suddenly changed his mind again.

There is a shortcut in front of him, why not take it?

He was born again just for revenge, no matter how difficult it is, no matter what he has to pay, he can't back down.

He raised his watch and looked at it. It was only a few minutes before twelve o'clock.

He closed his eyes, and no longer resisted with strong willpower. The alcoholic reaction immediately overwhelmed him, and he vomited out on one side, sweating like rain, shivering with cold, and unable to breathe. , the heart was beating wildly, and the mind was completely spinning.

God knows that he can endure until now, almost using his life to fight.

He curled up, barely seeing clearly, and just when he was almost unconscious, a sharp pain woke him up.

"Oh!" He clutched his stomach and curled up.

Familiar pain.

He regained consciousness in an instant, and looked at his watch again, it was twelve o'clock.

It's time for daily torture.

Except for the first time, the pain time every day after that was around 12 o'clock in the morning, and each time lasted from half an hour to an hour. Luo Wencheng called it "punishment time".

He was in pain like crazy, sweating all over his body, the sweat had a strong smell of alcohol, almost smothering him to death, but at the same time his symptoms of poisoning became lighter and lighter.

The smile on Luo Wencheng's lips grew bigger and bigger.

He won the bet, the severe pain brought by the big gift bag would cause him to sweat profusely, and the sweat that flowed out would often take away a large amount of harmful substances to the body, in simple terms, it was equivalent to a detoxification.

Toxins will be expelled, and of course alcohol that is harmful to the human body should also be expelled.

The joy of surviving the catastrophe made even the pain seem insignificant.

He turned over, lay on his back on the bed, turned his head to look at the dark night sky, clutched his stomach with one hand, his whole body throbbed in pain, his consciousness was very tired, but he remained awake, thinking what would happen to him It doesn't make sense to wait until the "punishment time" has passed and the situation has improved.

He tried his best to stretch out his hand and reached for the desk lamp and phone on the bedside table. With a sudden sweep, he swept all the things to the ground. Although the floor was covered with a thick and soft carpet, it made a lot of noise.

After sending Lu Chong down, the manager of the hotel who came up to take a look in person because he was worried, happened to hear this movement, but couldn't hear it clearly through the door panel. The manager frowned, made a wretched movement, and put his ear on the door I held my breath to eavesdrop, but there was no sound from inside.

Only blame the sound insulation effect is too good.

After thinking about it, it is better not to go in and disturb it for the time being, wait another hour, and send the hangover soup in an hour later.

While thinking about the relationship between the people inside and the husband, he got into the elevator.

Luo Wencheng waited for five minutes, but still no one came, he secretly smiled wryly, this really won't work.

But it would be too deliberate to make any noise. What he created in front of Lu Chong was a negative image of knowing that he would die, but going to death calmly and in despair, so there shouldn't be too much struggle before death.

The sweat gushing out of his body soaked the thick mattress and pillows, and the massive dehydration caused his whole body to collapse, his consciousness finally began to blur, his cheeks were sunken, and his lips began to dry up.

His current situation is not much different from that of shock. He knows that he will not die, but the "punishment" caused by alcoholism is very heavy, so that the symptoms of dehydration are also very serious. He will recover after drinking more water, but if Let others see his current appearance, I am afraid they will be scared to death.

The manager of the hotel went down and came back under such circumstances. Thinking that this was the person whom the husband had specially asked to take care of, he still dared not be negligent after much deliberation. He knocked on the door for a long time and there was no answer, so he swiped the door with a spare magnetic card and entered. As soon as I entered, I was almost smoked out by the smell of alcohol and the sour smell of vomit.

His first reaction was that someone vomited, but when he walked in and saw the person on the bed, his legs almost went limp.

"Sir! This gentleman!" He didn't care about the dirty smell and rushed forward to call for someone. Luo Wencheng's eyes were glazed, and he couldn't answer anymore. The manager stomped his feet and hurriedly called for help, and the ambulance also rushed over.

Then call Lu Chong again: "Sir, something happened to the guest you brought!"

…

Lu Chong hadn't left very far. When he turned the car around and returned to the hotel, the room was simply tidied up. Luo Wencheng's dirty clothes had already been taken off, and his body had been simply wiped. He wasn't in such a mess. His peripheral arteries had lost fluid due to massive And dry, the resident doctor in the hotel could only inject liquid from his carotid artery, while performing emergency gastric lavage.

"What's going on?" Lu Chong stepped into the door in a hurry. The inside was a mess, and the smell was not very pleasant. Luo Wencheng was surrounded by busy people, and there was no place for him to step, but from the gap, he still saw it. In Luo Wencheng's case, he was shocked immediately, and his pupils shrank.

After being apart for less than half an hour, this person changed from being able to speak and move to dying, lying on the bed at his mercy, like a pale mummy.

"Acute alcohol poisoning." The doctor was sweating profusely. "The patient is in shock, his blood pressure has been dropping, and his pupils are dizzy. Gastric lavage is useless. The only thing we can do now is to wait for rescue. Here comes the car."

"Can people move now?"

"can."

"Put the person into my car, drive towards the hospital immediately, contact the ambulance, and let them prepare for the handover halfway." Lu Chong knew that it was useless to talk more at this time, and time was precious, and no minute or second was allowed to be wasted.