Chapter 172: What do you mean

When Yan Shu woke up again, there was no one in the room, she got up from the bed and looked at the time, it was midnight, and there was fever medicine and a glass of water on the bedside table.

She felt her throat dry and grabbed the glass and drank it all in one gulp. I remembered it for a while, and I don't quite remember what happened, as if I got into the car by myself and then ...... And then what?

How did she get upstairs and how did she sleep? How does the fever go down? Don't ask, this medicine must have been put here by He Zhizhou, probably because he brought himself up and helped her take the medicine.

After her brain was completely awake, Yan Shu felt that her clothes were soaked with sweat and sticky to her body, which was very uncomfortable. I lifted the quilt and was about to take a shower when I heard the door open.

He Zhizhou appeared at the door, still carrying a bag in his hand, and when he saw that she was awake, he was not surprised, but said: "When you wake up, take a hot bath first, you have a fever, as long as you don't relapse tomorrow morning, it's not a big deal." ”

After speaking, he put the bag in his hand on the cabinet and turned to leave.

Yan Shu opened the bag and took a look, and with a bang in her head, her face suddenly became hot, which was stronger than the feeling when she had a fever.

That bag is full of ...... Aunt towel! Various specifications, various brands, there are about a dozen bags in total.

He bought this...... Worst! Yan Shu suddenly remembered that her stomach hurt in the afternoon, which turned out to be a precursor to her aunt. It's just that she didn't think about it at the time, and she didn't know what day the original owner was.

After all, it's been less than a month since he came, and he hasn't experienced it yet, but how did he know?

She had just woken up, and her mind was turning slowly, she thought about it, her face changed, and she hurried back to the bed, looked down, and almost found a crack in the ground to get into.

Not only did he know, but he also thoughtfully found a mat for her to sleep on, and now the mats are all dirty.

"Woo woo......" Yan Shu hammered his head, feeling so stupid. She would rather be stabbed to death by him than laughed at by him.

So I quickly packed up my things, found a change of clothes, took a shower, and everything was ready, and then I pushed the door refreshingly, wanting to go downstairs to find water to drink.

Who knew that there was a person standing outside the door, leaning against the wall and looking down at his phone in the warm light of the hallway.

Hearing the door, He Zhizhou pressed the mobile phone, looked up, and saw that her complexion was much better, so he said, "There is porridge in the kitchen, eat some when you are hungry." Just take care not to catch a cold when you have a cold, and I'll go to sleep if it's okay. ”

Seeing that he was about to open the door and go back to the room, Yan Shu hurriedly said, "Thank you!" And also...... I'm sorry to bother you again and delay your rest. ”

He Zhizhou nodded at her slightly, and went back to the room without saying anything.

Yan Shu's shoulders collapsed instantly, what did he mean by this? Did you accept her thanks and apologies? What does it mean not to speak?

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle under the sea, so why is he still so elusive as a big man? It's annoying!

Yan Shu didn't bother to care about him, she went downstairs and went straight to the kitchen, to be honest, she was really hungry, after eating in the cafeteria at noon, she hadn't eaten until now, and her stomach was empty.

The strength of the cold has passed, and I feel more energetic in an instant.

The porridge in the kitchen was still warm in the pot, and it was not taken down at all, but it was osmanthus and lotus seed porridge, and when the lid was opened, a fragrant smell came to the face.

Yan Shu ate three bowls in a row, felt that the food was a little supportive, touched her stomach, and sighed. This kind of man, if he marries him, he is guaranteed to be raised as a pig!

When I'm full, I also have to think about things, and it's quite funny to recall those dreams I had in a daze. Even if he wanted to be against her, he wouldn't kill her with a single sword, and might take a more subtle approach.