Cong Jiajia sat in the taxi and cried, her body became more and more weak, she got out of the taxi, against the cold wind, walking towards her home with vain steps, feeling that her body was like a thousand holes and was about to fall down at any time.

As soon as she entered the house, she kicked off her shoes, did not wear slippers, walked into the bedroom barefoot, took off her down jacket, and fell directly on the big bed.

The indoor temperature is very high, and she won't feel cold when she wears short sleeves, but Cong Jiajia, who is wearing thick clothes, still feels cold, she wraps the quilt tightly around her body, and her whole body is still cold, she knows that she is sick and has a high fever, but she doesn't have any strength, and she wants to find some medicine to eat, and she is reluctant to move.

Cong Jiajia was lying in the quilt, feeling very uncomfortable, she wanted to find someone to help her, took her mobile phone and flipped through the address book, flipped from front to back, only Bai Yanyan was able to come to see her, she stared at Bai Yanyan's name, and put down the phone again.

Bai Yanyan knows her life very well, if Bai Yanyan comes and sees her ghostly appearance, she will definitely ask the reason for the reason, she can't lie to her if she wants to, if Bai Yanyan knows that she broke up with Song Chenfei, the hot-tempered Bai Yanyan will definitely go to Song Chenfei to theorize and settle accounts.

Cong Jiajia didn't want to make a big deal about it, turned over, worked hard to get out of bed, went to the chest of drawers to find two colds to eat, and then went back to bed and lay down.

The cold medicine did not play much role in Cong Jiajia's cold, but it did work on her fragile stomach, she had not eaten for a day, after taking two pills, her stomach began to hurt like a pinprick, Cong Jiajia was tossed and rolled on the bed.

At this time, Cong Jiajia really couldn't care so much, she suspected that if she continued to hurt like this, she would have stomach perforation, she picked up her mobile phone again, and was about to call Bai Yanyan, when the doorbell rang.

Probably Bai Yanyan is here!

Cong Jiajia was very happy, struggled to get up, staggered to the door, and opened the door without looking at the door mirror, but looking up at the people standing outside, Cong Jiajia couldn't help but be stunned.

"Cong Jiajia, you're sick!" The person standing outside the door was Xia Yang, he was carrying some fruits and snacks in his hand, he glanced at Cong Jiajia, and saw that Cong Jiajia was unkempt, his face was flushed, his brows were tightly locked, and he looked very embarrassed, guessing that Cong Jiajia might be sick.

Cong Jiajia was already tossed miserably at this time, and she didn't care about Xia Yang's relationship with herself, she nodded weakly to Xia Yang, and then her legs were weak and she sat on the chair next to her.

"What is wrong with you? I'll take you to the hospital! Xia Yang walked into Cong Jiajia's house.

"I took some cold medicine because I didn't eat during the day, and now I start to have stomach pain" Cong Jiajia's voice was weak, and she had no strength to speak.

Xia Yang frowned and looked at Cong Jiajia, and said anxiously: "Where are your clothes, I'll take you to the hospital!" ”

"I don't want to go to the hospital, it's just a cold, it will be fine if I lie down, but now my stomach hurts, and it's useless to go to the hospital" Cong Jiajia covered her chest with her hands and bit her lip, very painful.

Xia Yang thought about it, quickly walked into Cong Jiajia's kitchen, saw that there were buckets of oatmeal and some noodles in it, he quickly took the kettle, only boiled a little water, turned his head to Cong Jiajia and said: "You have a stomachache, just because there is nothing in your stomach, you go to bed and lie down for a while, I will make some oatmeal for you first, there is food in the stomach, the medicine will not stimulate the stomach so seriously." ”

Cong Jiajia didn't have the strength to be polite to Xia Yang at this time, she felt that it was not good to lie down in the bedroom, so she rubbed into the sofa in the living room and nested weakly into the sofa.

In order to make the oats quickly, Xia Yang boiled very little water first, only enough to make oatmeal, and after a minute's work, the water boiled, he washed the oats for Cong Jiajia, and put some sugar in it, which could be better for the stomach.

He came to the living room with a bowl of oatmeal, and saw Cong Jiajia with his eyes closed, as if he was about to faint, he used a spoon to fill the oats, blew carefully, and then fed it to Cong Jiajia's mouth, and said softly: "Jiajia, come, let's eat something first!" ”

Cong Jiajia was going to be tortured to death by stomach pain at this time, and she couldn't take care of it anymore, Xia Yang asked her to open her mouth, she opened her mouth, and drank a few sips of hot, sweet oatmeal porridge, and she finally felt more comfortable in her stomach.

The oatmeal porridge was very hot, Cong Jiajia drank the porridge, felt that her body was also hot, the tip of her nose was sweating, she no longer thought it was as cold as before, the whole person felt better than just now, and she also had a little energy.

Xia Yang fed Cong Jiajia a bowl of oats and drank it, and said to Cong Jiajia: "You rest, I'll cook some noodles for you, you are in this situation, you must eat more, otherwise your immunity will decline, and the cold will be more serious." ”

Cong Jiajia understood this truth, but let Xia Yang, who was not familiar with her, be so busy for herself, she was very uneasy, and said softly: "I drank oats, and I have gotten better, you don't have to work for me!" ”

"I'm just cooking noodles for you, how can I be busy!" Xia Yang smiled gently, looked at the fine sweat on Cong Jiajia's forehead and the tip of her nose, handed her some tissues to wipe her face, and said happily, "You just wait to eat noodles, eat something hot, you can sweat a little, and the cold will get better quickly!" ”

Cong Jiajia didn't have the strength to refuse, half lying on the sofa, looking at Xia Yang, who was busy in the kitchen, thinking of Song Chenfei, who was going inexplicably, holding her hands and shaking slightly, and shed tears in a daze.

Her immunity is low, there are some changes in the weather, she will catch a cold, whenever she encounters something that is in a hurry, she will also catch a cold, she hates her broken body like Lin Daiyu.

Xia Yang seemed to be very accustomed to doing these things, he was very skillful in cooking noodles for Cong Jiajia in the kitchen, turning out a piece of ginger, and boiling some ginger water for Cong Jiajia, and it didn't take long to bring a bowl of steaming noodles to Cong Jiajia first.

"You don't have any greens, fruits and vegetables at home, and you don't even have an egg, so I can only cook some noodles for you like this!" Xia Yang smiled apologetically, he did things in a measured way, this time he put the noodle bowl in front of Cong Jiajia, set up the chopsticks, and did not intend to feed Cong Jiajia again.

Cong Jiajia's stomach didn't hurt so much, and he had some strength, so he said to Xia Yang gratefully, "You have helped me a lot, so thank you very much." ”

"You eat, I'll boil ginger water for you, I'll see how it goes!" Xia Yang was afraid that if he sat next to him, Cong Jiajia would be uncomfortable eating, so he went to the kitchen.

Cong Jiajia looked at the noodles in front of her, and suddenly remembered Cheng Nanwei, at the beginning of her acquaintance with Cheng Nanwei, Cheng Nanwei cooked a bowl of fragrant shredded pork noodles for her, and she was immediately convinced when she ate it.

How to think of him!

Cong Jiajia hurriedly shook her head, the current Cheng Nanwei is really 108,000 miles away from herself, she can only look up at his light.

The noodles cooked by Xia Yang are very delicious, but compared with the noodles cooked by Cheng Nanwei, they are much worse, Cong Jiajia ordered herself not to think about Cheng Nanwei anymore, like who was angry, she ate all the noodles cooked by Xia Yang in large gulps, and sweat broke out on her forehead again.

"Jiajia, you drink this bowl of ginger soup while it's hot, and then go to the bed to cover the quilt, sweat out, your cold will definitely be cured!" Xia Yang brought a bowl of hot ginger soup.

Cong Jiajia didn't like to drink ginger soup, but the current situation didn't allow her to be delicate, she listened to Xia Yang's words, took the bowl, blew, and drank the hot ginger soup in small sips.

After drinking a bowl of ginger soup, Cong Jiajia not only sweated on her forehead, but also sweated all over her body, Xia Yang urged her, and immediately went to the bed to cover the quilt and lay down, she sat on the sofa, blinked her eyes twice, and did not move.

Xia Yang immediately understood what Cong Jiajia meant, and said with a smile: "You have a good rest, I'll go home, you have something to call me." ”

Cong Jiajia felt that her behavior was suspected of unloading the mill and killing the donkey, so she explained to Xia Yang, "I will fall asleep when I lie down on the bed, and you will be bored if you stay here by yourself." ”

"You don't have to explain, I understand." Xia Yang's expression was calm, his smiling eyes were clear, he put on his coat and instructed Cong Jiajia, "You must call me if you have something, don't be polite." ”

"Well, I won't be polite to you, thank you for today's events." Cong Jiajia stood up and sent Xia Yang to the door of the house.

"Why do you always say thank you, and say that you are not polite to me!" Xia Yang wanted to reach out and rub Cong Jiajia's head, but hesitated, but still didn't stretch out his hand, opened the door, and left.

Cong Jiajia sent Xia Yang away, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked back to the bedroom in a hurry, drinking oats, ginger syrup, and drinking the water in her stomach, she wanted to go to the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom, Cong Jiajia inadvertently looked in the mirror, and she couldn't help but be startled.

In the mirror, her hair was messy like a chicken nest, her eyes were swollen from crying, which made her eyes look much smaller, and her face was abnormally red, because of the bitter crying and cold wind blowing in the afternoon, her cheeks were also swollen, and she looked like a little pig's head.

Her lips were shriveled, and the sweat that flowed stuck to the hair near her cheeks, one in the east and one in the west, and the clothes on her body were all wrinkled, and the whole person looked like a crazy woman.

Emma, I just faced Xia Yang like this!

Cong Jiajia really wants to cry without tears, this Xia Yang, isn't he afraid, why didn't he remind himself, he blamed himself, and didn't look in the mirror before seeing people.

She frowned, grinned, went back to the bedroom, felt hot, took off her clothes, changed into pajamas, and lay down under the covers.

Cong Jiajia, who was full of food and sweating, felt much more comfortable than before, and was very grateful to Xia Yang for arriving in time, it was really a charcoal in the snow! She suddenly remembered, how could Xia Yang come to her house? How did he find his home?