Shen Lang was so angry that he was itching at all, but Song was only as happy as a trumpet flower.

"Laugh what a laugh! Do you have white teeth? ”

Shen Lang's eyes were half-squinted, and his face showed an expression that he had never had before.

Seeing Song Zhi's arrogant appearance, Shen Lang hated to stun her and resist directly. He looked at Song Zhi and waved his hand at Gu Nanchen, and said, "Then you are busy first, and wait for my call at night." ”

At night......

Shen Lang snorted lightly and muttered softly: "I want to see how you go to the appointment!" ”

He watched Song only jump down the steps, and his heart became more and more annoyed, her feet were not yet sharp, and she was not afraid of falling.

Maybe God can't stand it anymore, or maybe it's ...... Shen Lang's mouth lit up.

When Song only walked down the last step of the stairs, he stepped on the air without paying attention, and sat down with a big squat.

Shen Lang snorted lightly: "You deserve it, let you snort, fall down." ”

He straightened his spine and was ready to go up at this time to help Song Zhizhi, but ...... Mr. Shen was too arrogant, he first straightened his hair, then got his clothes, and when he walked out from behind the tree, Song was only supported by Gu Nanchen.

In an instant, he was petrified......

This Nima's rhythm was not well controlled, and he was led astray by Gu Nanchen!

Shen Lang's face was resentful, and he watched Gu Nanchen send Song only into the taxi with a gentle and doting face, and there seemed to be a layer of evil aura lingering around him.

Without hesitation, he took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Zhizhi's phone number.

"Where are you?!" His voice was furious

Song was only stunned for a moment, looked at the phone screen, she didn't know what kind of wind Shen Lang was smoking: "In the taxi, what's wrong?" ”

"Go home immediately, I'm sick and need someone to take care of me."

Hell, I don't know why I would say such a ridiculous reason.

Shen Lang brushed his hair wildly, hung up the phone directly, and stared at the phone screen with a deep frown.

He quickly drove straight to his home, which was as fast as a Formula 1 driver.

Fortunately, Shen Lang rushed back to the house, just changed into home clothes, quickly ran to the bar, poured a cup of hot water to warm his head.

Because of the water temperature, Shen Lang was scalded and grinned.

He suddenly heard the sound of the door lock, and strode towards the sofa, but he kicked on the coffee table without paying attention, and the big toe made an intimate contact with the solid wood table legs, which was sour......

Shen Lang...... Shen Lang ......"

Hearing Song Zhi's voice, Shen Lang couldn't take care of his toes, and hurriedly lay down on the sofa.

"What's wrong with you?" Song only put down the canvas bag and glanced at Shen Lang on the sofa.

"I ......" Shen Lang was just about to speak, but suddenly remembered something, and quickly coughed a few times: "Ahem, cough, cough...... I seem to have a fever. ”

Song only walked over, looked at Shen Lang, whose face was flushed, and reached out to touch his forehead.

This temperature ......

She frowned: "It's so hot, I'll take you to the hospital." ”

"I don't go to the hospital." Shen Lang hurriedly refused.

"You're burned like this, you have to go to the hospital." Song only said that he was going to help Shen Lang up.

Go to a woolen hospital, if you go, you won't be able to wear it.

He just didn't want Song to be alone with Gu Nanchen.

Seeing Song Zhi's hand getting closer and closer, Shen Lang suddenly coughed loudly at her.

Song only quickly turned around and stared at him.

Shen Lang pretended to be weak and covered his mouth: "I won't go to the hospital." ”

"You're about to be roasted into a suckling pig, and you're a yo-yo."

Roast suckling pig ......

Nima, what kind of metaphor is this......

Shen Lang wanted to kick her off the stairs, if not to keep her.

He thought about it, and his mind came to mind the appearance of Shen Yuan every time he was taught by his mother, frowned, pouted, and tried his best to imitate Shen Yuan's tone: "I want to drink porridge." ”

Song only stared at Shen Lang for a moment.

He's ...... What kind of wind to smoke!?

She really wanted to tell Shen Lang, big brother, did you get the wrong script for Shen Yuan? Shouldn't your character be a domineering president? This expression is really not for you!

And...... It's also absolutely evil!

Looking at Song Zhi's disgusted look, Shen Lang felt that it seemed to be a little excessive.

He hurriedly put away the "disgusting" expression on his face, glanced in the direction of the bar with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "What are you still stunned for?" Go! Boil! Gruel! ”

Well! Song only breathed a sigh of relief, sure enough, a fever will burn out his brain.

She nodded helplessly and walked to the bar to prepare porridge.

Shen Lang looked at Song Zhi's back with satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth rose and rose again.

It is said that sick people should supplement their nutrition, Song only held the pot, looked at the dazzling array of food in the refrigerator, and finally fell on the tonic purchased by Shen's mother......

Ginseng, angelica, wolfberry, fur seal oil, Dong'e Ejiao...... and a dozen or so things she couldn't name, and threw them into the pot in one go.

Song propped himself up on the bar with only one elbow, watching the black bubble......s bubble from the "Gooo Gruel!

Oh no, it can't be called porridge now, she frowned, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, this thing...... Will it eat the dead?!

Do you want to mix some water......

Song only glanced at the water cup on the bar, ready to add some water, but just touched the cup and was scalded.

It's so hot......

She squinted, her gaze slowly moved to Shen Lang's body, and she couldn't help but hook her lips and smile.

Song only took a black, sticky and greasy pot of "porridge" and put it in front of Shen Lang: "Oh, let's eat." ”

Shen Lang stared at this pot of "porridge" dumbfounded, and his lips trembled slightly: "This thing...... Can you eat it? ”

He remembered that Song only knew how to cook, and his cooking skills seemed to be good, how could he ...... She couldn't be trying to poison herself!?

"What are you looking at?" Song only stuffed the soup spoon into Shen Lang's hand: "Here are all supplements, suitable for you who are sick, eat quickly, you can wait for me if you can't finish eating." ”

Shen Lang's hand trembled uncontrollably, scooped up a spoonful and sniffed it at the end of his nose, and a strong smell of Chinese medicine rushed down his nose into his lungs, almost not letting President Shen spit it out.

He stuck out his tongue and tried to lick it, the smell ...... It's soreness than a big toe hitting a table leg.

He was stunned, and Song only exerted his selfless dedication to helping others, and stuffed the spoon into his mouth.

"Vomit...... Scalding ......"

Shen Lang felt that his tongue was not his own, so he hurriedly picked up the water cup on the coffee table and poured it in a big gulp.

"Song only!" Shen Lang kicked her, and when he spoke, he turned into a big tongue: "Are you sick?!" ”

Song only glanced at him: "It's you who is obviously sick." She raised her hand and pointed to a glass of hot water on the bar, the temperature of the boiled eggs was fine: "You're stupid, aren't you?" I can't tell if it's a real illness or a fake disease? ”

She raised her hand and poked Shen Lang's head hard: "At the temperature of your old man's house, if you can't burn to death, the Alien Research Association will take you to dissect and study!" ”

It was ruthlessly debunked like this!

Shen Lang frowned, his face was gloomy, and he said stiffly: "I didn't pretend, I'm just sick, you have to stay and take care of me!" ”

Song only looked at him, angry and funny, and deliberately teased him: "Yicheng, you eat all the porridge, and I will take care of you at home." ”

"That's what you said!"

Shen Lang looked at Song Zhizhi, and then looked at the porridge......

He took a deep breath and took out a pot of porridge that emitted black gas.

Song only looked at him and endured vomiting, and wanted to laugh a little, so after throwing down the sentence "neurosis", he turned around and walked into his room.

She made a phone call to Gu Nanchen, agreed on a time and place, and then changed her clothes and prepared to go out.

There was no trace of Shen Lang in the living room, but there was a sound of vomiting in the bathroom.

Song only laughed: "Mr. Shen, don't pretend to be sick next time, otherwise you will have to drink tonic porridge." ”

The power of tonic porridge is well deserved, not only can nourish, but also have the effect of detoxification.

Shen Lang's stomach was growling endlessly, and he had already vomited once and pulled twice when Song only changed his clothes......

He walked out against the wall, his face as pale as paper, and his body as weak as if a gust of wind could blow it away.

Song only looked at him like this, and was suddenly stunned: "Are you really sick?" Not pretended? ”

Shen Lang slowly raised his eyes and said angrily: "What do you say?!" ”

"Uh......" Song only glanced at the water cup on the bar, could it be that she misunderstood?

She helped Shen Lang and sat on the sofa: "I'll pour you some water." ”

Shen Lang withdrew his arm from Song Zhi's hand, and glanced at her angrily: "No, aren't you going out?" Why don't you hurry up and leave!? ”

He's already like this, so Song is embarrassed to go.

She smiled awkwardly: "I thought you were pretending, I ......"

Song only handed the water cup to Shen Lang: "Otherwise, let's go to the hospital." ”

Shen Lang also wanted to go to the hospital, he thought that maybe he had food poisoning from that pot of things just now, and he should indeed go to the hospital for gastric lavage.

It's just that his stomach is ......

Grunt...... Grunt...... Gollum......

He slammed to his feet and went straight to the bathroom with a 100-meter sprint.

Song only leaned against the wall, knocked lightly on the bathroom door, and asked slightly apologetically, "Shen Lang, are you okay?" ”

Good? He's so good!

The sound of the toilet flushing, accompanied by Shen Lang's resentful voice, came out of the bathroom: "Do you think I can be okay?" ”

Shen Lang staggered out of the bathroom, leaned against the wall and glared at Song Zhizhi, and waved his hand towards the door: "You go quickly, I still want to live more......"

Tick...... Tick......

"Oops! Shen Lang...... You...... You've got a nosebleed! ”

Shen Lang frowned and touched his nose, and when he saw the red on his fingers, the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching twice.

Originally, he just wanted to pretend to be sick, but he didn't expect retribution to come so quickly.

Now it's better, not only is it really sick, but it may also be ......

His head was very heavy and heavy, his vision gradually became blurred, his body suddenly softened, and he collapsed directly in Song Zhi's arms.