Low-grade fever?

Hearing this, An Yining subconsciously touched her forehead, and then shook her head, "No." "The temperature was normal.

Qin Mo's eyes were deep, and he stretched out his hand: "I'll take a look." As he spoke, his hand was already on her forehead.

Under normal skin touch, An Yining's heart shrunk, and even breathing was cautious.

Immediately after, Qin Mo stood up, walked to the door, and looked sideways: "Good night." ”

The door was closed, blocking the view, and at this moment, An Yining felt that her back was sticky, and she had to take a shower again.

*

Not long after Qin Mo went back, the door rang, and when he saw that it was Fan Zixu, Qin Mo sat still and didn't move.

Fan Zixu outside the door touched his nose, and the injury was very serious? It's inconvenient to open the door? Or, ahem, the two of them moved their positions here again?

Raising his hand, Fan Zixu was thinking about whether to knock or not, when he wiped the card and the door opened.

"Brother Jiu." Fan Zixu raised a standard smile.

Anyway, if you don't hit the smiling person, you shouldn't smoke me if I do this, right?

"Something?" Qin Mo stood at the door, looking at Fan Zixu coldly, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was not welcome.

"Ahem..."Fan Zixu cleared his throat, "Brother Jiu, you, are you okay?" ”

Qin Mo's thin lips hooked, and he asked rhetorically, "What do you say?" ”

Fan Zixu choked and looked at Qin Mo, how do I know the expression?

With a bang, the door closed, but fortunately he retreated quickly, otherwise his face would be finished. Qin Mo's move made Fan Zixu secretly identify what he thought in his heart.

Rong Zheng's soul is right, Brother Jiu is good at everything, but this love does not match his mature and calm appearance. The first time I went into battle with a gun... Ahem, I guess I was killed in battle, right?

No wonder he didn't like to see him so much.

Yes, he understands.

Do you want to find some action movie for Brother Nine to watch tomorrow?

Thinking of this, Fan Zixu's sunny image was completely gone, and he instantly became a lewd 2b youth, and even the eyes looking at An Yining's room were obscene.

"Rong Zheng, do you have eighteen forbidden films there?"

After returning to the room, Fan Zixu made an international call, but he was really hardworking and tireless, and he worked tirelessly for the ninth brother.

Rong Zheng, who was sitting in the office, received a call, and the corner of his eye twitched, "You want to see it?" ”

Lao Fan wants to see this?

The foreign country is very open, and you still need to come to him?

No, suddenly, Rong Zheng laughed: "Say, isn't it Uncle Nine..."

Oh, Uncle Nine's spring is coming abroad.

What a joy.

*

"Ding Dong", the message prompt sound, Zhang Li opened it and took a look, and it showed that it was sent by Mr. Qin, and the content was as follows: An Yining had a fever.

Originally, after coming back, Zhang Li had been worried about An Yining's body, but what she didn't expect was that she had a fever so soon.

In addition to worrying, she found another problem, that is, the boss and Ning Ning had been alone.

Before coming again, she thought that Fang Fei was the boss lady, but unexpectedly, the boss lady in the boss's heart was chosen here. It turned out that I traveled thousands of miles just to soak in An Yining.

After Zhang Li replied to the message, she came to the door of An Yining's room with a pillow.

wiped the card, the door opened, An Yining was surprised: "Zhang Li, it's so late, you haven't slept yet?" ”

She heard the knock on the door and got up in a daze, and felt a little dizzy, even swollen and swollen, very uncomfortable, her throat was a little sang, and her nose was uncomfortable.

"Ning Ning, I can't sleep alone, I want to be a companion with you, is it convenient?" As she spoke, Zhang Li stood on tiptoe and looked inside, and her tail note rose: "There's no one inside, right?" ”

An Yining suddenly sobered up a lot, and looked at Zhang Li's eyes a little speechless, "I don't have a boyfriend." ”

Hehe, Zhang Li smiled dryly, and pointed with an unnatural expression: "I see, I'd better go back." As he spoke, he turned around.

An Yining looked over, Qin Mo's coat was hanging on the sofa, and she hurriedly explained: "Don't get me wrong, it's your President Qin's, I'll follow him..."

Looking at the person in front of her who was anxious to explain, Zhang Li couldn't help but burst out laughing, An Yining's face turned red all of a sudden, and she realized that the explanation was a cover-up, and the more she described it, the darker it became.

"Ning Ning, even if you have something with our President Qin, it is a very fortunate thing. Why do you look at your expression, as if you don't like Mr. Qin at all?"

Zhang Li didn't say the next words, but kept staring at An Yining, which made An Yining feel uncomfortable.

"Come in." She turned her face away from Zhang Li's inquiring eyes.

After entering, Zhang Li was secretly happy, and then walked to the big * side, looked at it, and said, "Which side do I sleep on?" ”

"I sleep outside."

"Okay."

When she was about to turn off the lights, Zhang Li spoke again: "Wait? ”

An Yining looked at Zhang Li, that look, what else, I was sleepy.

Zhang Li smiled dryly and pointed to the coat on the sofa opposite: "Can you put the coat somewhere else, where is Mr. Qin's clothes, I always feel that Mr. Qin is there." “

An Yining was speechless, and then silently hung her clothes in the closet, "Nothing, right?" ”

Zhang Li shook her head, "No." ”

Turn off the lights, you left and I right, sleep on one side. Zhang Li wanted to talk and fall asleep again, but when she didn't want to turn her head, she heard An Yining's even breathing.

Asleep?

How tiring it is.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Li was woken up by An Yining's scorching temperature, and remembering what her boss said, she immediately probed An Yining's forehead.

This touch, unbelievable, the temperature is very hot, and there is a lot of sweat.

Zhang Li hurriedly came down to turn on the light, and then turned back to the side, only to see An Yining's brows twisted, and her face was flushed.

At that moment, Zhang Li found out her mobile phone and hurriedly called Qin Mo. As soon as the phone hung up, the door rang.

"Mr. Qin, Miss An is having a fever, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Qin Mo was already sleeping lightly, and after going back, he was worried that An Yining would have a fever in the middle of the night, and he didn't really fall asleep intermittently.

At that moment, as soon as Zhang Li called, he knew that she might be uncomfortable.

He twisted his eyebrows, his eyes were dyed with concern, and he walked to the side with long legs, and when he saw the face dyed abnormally red, he pursed his thin lips and said, "Director Zhang, please go next door and call Dr. Fan over." ”

"Okay."

After Zhang Li left, Qin Mo went to the bathroom to get a clean towel, lifted the corner of the quilt, and gently wiped the sweat beads on An Yining's forehead and neck.

When Fan Zixu came to An Yining's room with a sleepy face, he happened to see Qin Mo wiping An Yining's sweat with him, and he immediately woke up.

"Brother Nine..."What's the situation?

Did it so intensely that you fainted?

"Mr. Fan, Miss An is sick and has a fever, take a look." Zhang Li spoke.

"Fever?" Fan Zixu walked in and nodded, "It's probably the consequence of walking in the rain." ”

He not only looked at Qin Mo with emotion: "Not everyone is suitable for romance in the rain. ”

Qin Mo raised his eyes, his eyes narrowed slightly, what does that mean, what nonsense, hurry up and show me whether it matters if someone wants it.

Fan Zixu's scalp tightened, and he hurriedly rushed out to get hearing aids and thermometers.

"Brother Jiu, you come here." As he spoke, he handed the thermometer to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo raised his eyes, his eyes were full of warnings, Fan Zixu moved his mouth, rolled his eyes and turned over, seeing Zhang Li stunned there, he squeezed his eyes at Zhang Li, Zhang Li understood, and also turned his face.

Fan Zixu complained in his heart, don't you just plug in a thermometer, the whole queen is like a mother, do you want him to take the pulse too?

Thinking of his profession, Fan Zixu couldn't help but sigh, he is a psychiatrist. What kind of nerves did you have to become a personal doctor in the first place?

Can he regret it now?

"Alright." After a long time, Qin Mo's cold voice sounded.

Hearing this, the two turned their heads together, Fan Zixu walked over, and Zhang Li went to a glass of warm water.

"Mr. Qin." Zhang Li handed over the water.

Mr. Qin took the water, then looked at Fan Zixu, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Still stunned, huh?" ”

Fan Zixu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the thermometer, opened his mouth exaggeratedly, and shouted: "God, thirty-eight degrees eight, Brother Jiu, you don't pity the jade too much." ”

Nani, you're sick and you're still ... It is worthy of the surname Qin,* ah.

Zhang Li, who was standing on the side, looked at Fan Zixu speechlessly, and couldn't stand it anymore: "Mr. Fan, please take a look at Miss An's condition, the day after tomorrow will be the game, if you can't recover tomorrow, the day after tomorrow will definitely be affected, please be strict, okay?" ”

What kind of personal doctor is this that Mr. Qin invited, and the whole person is completely professional.

As soon as the words fell, Qin Mo squinted his eyes, his face sank, and swept sharply towards Fan Zixu, Fan Zixu looked at the movement of the thermometer, cleared his throat, restrained his expression, and officially spoke: "Miss An has a fever in the rain, for the competition the day after tomorrow, I will hang the hanging bottle and take some fever medicine, but..." Fan Zixu squeezed his eyes at Qin Mo: "During this period, who will take care of it?" ”

What about you, or Director Zhang.

Hearing this, Zhang Li looked at Qin Mo and smiled dryly: "I will also compete the day after tomorrow." ”

The two of them tacitly agreed, so this opportunity had to be Qin Mo.

Fan Zixu took a drip, and when he was pricking the needle, Qin Mo frowned, and his thin lips moved lightly: "Will you do it?" ”

The sharp needle pierced into the skin, and the blood flowed into the needle, Qin Mo's thin lips were light, and he looked at Fan Zixu unhappily.

Fan Zixu's scalp is numb, brother, you want to make people better faster, but you can't bear to do this, what do you want to do?

"I'll go to sleep, and you'll pull out the needle yourself." Hmph, he's also temperamental.