“没什么。”陈遇白也这么说，“每天工作十八个小时，三餐就是一杯黑咖啡，撑到现在也算不容易了。真没什么，哥谁都不让说，你就当不知道。”他漫不经心的拨弄着银se的袖口，偶尔不经意的观察下顾烟的表情，高深的微笑，“再说，这两个月梁氏的业绩直线上升，拓宽了好多领域，大哥难得那么有事业心，挺好的。你放心，每天都输着营养ye呢，再撑个几个礼拜不成问题。”                                                                                                             怎么可能不成问题？！顾烟脸se有点白，她想说，他这算什么？自nve吗？                                                                                                             可是，他的事，现在轮不到她多问了。                                                                                                             昨晚回家之后想了很久，还是放不下，边骂自己贱边找四纪，电话却是陈遇白接的，说大哥血型特殊，纪南正好符合，给大哥输了血，休息去了。                                                                                                             她穿好了衣服连门都出了，想起那晚他狠绝的神se，又狠下心来，那么足jing力，一时半会也si不了。                                                                                                             就和陈遇白约了今天中午见面。                                                                                                             “我得回去了，今天不能再输营养ye了，医生说，得从鼻道进食，我得去看看，听说很疼，他们几个心软，到时候下不了手按住他。”陈遇白不漏痕迹的下了剂猛药。                                                                                                             果然，还没走两步，顾烟就跟了上来。                                                                                                             “我去看看他。”她轻声的说。                                                                                                             陈遇白本想再逗她一逗，可大哥那边情况确实不乐观，这又是个随时变主意的主儿，还是赶快带过去。                                                                                                             “出去。”                                                                                                             听力气倒真是有气无力的了，不过气场还是冷的结冰，整个楼层都b别处低好几度。                                                                                                             梁飞凡半靠在床上，白se的衬衫发h，扣子也掉了好几个，似乎还是他那天穿的那件。下巴微青，双眼下面有黑黑的暗影，从未有过的憔悴。                                                                                                             陈遇白送她到了医院把她交给纪南就不见人影了，大概是怕顾烟没见到鼻管什么的翻脸，其实她也大概猜到他们几个诓她的，可就是想来看看。                                                                                                             虽然是医院，床头还是堆满了文件。顾烟抱起一堆，清出块地方来坐下。                                                                                                             梁飞凡感觉到床垫往下陷，不悦的睁开了眼。见到是她，眼里的神se瞬息万变，不可置信，惊讶，狂喜，犹疑，最后转为冷漠，“你来g什么。”                                                                                                             “陈遇白说你快si了，我看看到底si了没。”顾烟语气也不温柔。                                                                                                             “大哥，小烟。”纪南敲门，托着个盘子进来，交给顾烟，“医生说断食太久，只能喝这个。”                                                                                                             顾烟默默点头。                                                                                                             “拿走。”梁飞凡嫌恶的看了一眼白粥，又闭上了眼睛，“叫容二进来，去哪里拿的文件要这么半天。”                                                                                                             “有糖么？”顾烟根本不理他们的对话，向纪南发问。                                                                                                             纪南一愣，“我去找。”                                                                                                             真的找来白糖，顾烟接过，细细的拌在白粥里，“张嘴。”她理所应当的命令。                                                                                                             梁飞凡半坐着，冷冷的看了她一眼。她毫不避让的回瞪。                                                                                                             好一会，病床上的男人冷哼了声，别扭的转过脸去，“我不要吃甜的。”                                                                                                             纪南困难的咽了口口水，这是？——啊？他反应过来，一叠声的嚷：“我去让人做咸的来。哥你等等啊。”                                                                                                             “挑什么挑，赶快吃！”顾烟不耐烦的催，“张嘴——啊——”                                                                                                             梁飞凡又冷哼了声，纪南背上一寒，正想着圆场，那边梁飞凡却真的张开了嘴。                                                                                                             纪南的眼神只能用惊悚来形容，顾烟微微不耐烦的喂完一碗粥，ch0u了张纸巾随手给他擦擦嘴，“休息会儿。”她把他身后的枕头ch0u出来放平，再把一言不发的梁飞凡扯倒，“睡吧。”                                                                                                             纪南机械的走出房间，过了个走廊被容岩一把扯过去，李微然最急，凑上来就问：“怎么样了啊？没出事儿吧？我媳妇儿可交代我好好看着烟姐的。”                                                                                                             “靠！n1tama整天就想着你媳妇儿，也不问问哥吃了没。”秦宋不满。                                                                                                             李微然斜他一眼，洋洋得意，“n1tama倒想想着我媳妇儿呢，我媳妇儿不稀罕你。”                                                                                                             秦宋被他噎到痛处，上去就动手，两个人闹成一团。陈遇白最是沉稳的人也忍不住一人一脚踹开，“闹什么！老四？”                                                                                                             纪南缓过神来，“哥吃了睡了。”                                                                                                             “what？！”容岩大吃惊，他们五个轮流上阵，打晕了都没让梁飞凡进一粒米，这顾烟，tamade神仙呐！                                                                                                             “就那样，说——张嘴，睡觉。哥跟被按了开关似的，小烟喂他就张嘴，扯他就躺下睡觉。刚我出来都睡着了。”纪南也被震的说不出话来，这几个月折腾的他们几个神经都不正常了，原来搁顾烟那儿就这么p大的事儿！                                                                                                             陈遇白扶了扶眼镜，他早就说找顾烟来了，这帮人就是不敢，“都散了吧，暂时是没什么事了。老六，回头再送点好消化的来，哥醒了该饿了。”