Because it was night, there were no buses to the city. Yan was ruthless, chartered a car, and headed towards Yu Muyang's hut.

Along the way, the driver always kept stirring up the topic, "Girl, are you going to find someone at night?" You are quite young, are you a middle school student? ”

Yancuo was anxious, but out of politeness, he replied politely, "I've graduated from high school, I'm going to find someone." ”

"Which school is the girl, my daughter is just the same age as you, she is from Xin'an Middle School, her grades are quite good, I have always been proud of her."

Yan was stunned, and he didn't know how to speak, Yanfen Middle School was better than Xin'an Middle School, but saying it directly inevitably hurt the self-esteem of the middle-aged man in front of him.

Seeing his proud appearance, Yan Cuo thought for a while and spoke, "Xin'an Middle School is quite good, and it is very famous. ”

The middle-aged man smiled heartily, "Yes, I'll just say that my girl is really good, and she can be obedient." ”

The words were a little embarrassed, and there was a little bit of excitement.

Looking at the road ahead, she asked anxiously, "Master, how long will it take to get there?" ”

"It's almost there, about twenty minutes. Is the girl in a hurry to meet someone? ”

"Well, he's someone who is very important to me, he's sick and I'm going to take care of him." Yancuo did not hide the anxiety and concern on his face, and the middle-aged driver stopped talking and accelerated the speed.

As soon as the car drove downstairs in the community, Yan Cuo hurriedly took the money from his wallet and gave it to the driver, and then hurriedly got out of the car.

The middle-aged driver looked at her hurried back, a little embarrassed, this big night, this child didn't know who he was going to meet, and he looked so anxious.

Yan Cuo went upstairs, took out the spare key from his bag and opened the door.

This spare key was only accepted by Yu Muyang at his insistence, and now it seems that it has finally come in handy.

The room was pitch black, and there was no sound at all, so Yan Cuo walked into the room and saw him lying in bed, his face a little sickly white.

This fool must have not slept all night last night, and it is all blue and black now.

I touched his head, it's okay, it's not particularly hot, but looking at the way his brows are furrowed, it must be very uncomfortable.

She patted his arm, "Yu Muyang, Yu Muyang?" ”

He slowly opened his eyes, "Yanyan, you're here." ”

Yan Cuo rarely saw him in such a fragile appearance, and he was very distressed, "You have a fever, shall I take you to the hospital?" ”

He shook his head, "There is fever medicine in the living room, I can eat and sleep." ”

Hearing this, Yan Cuo hurriedly went out to look for it, and sure enough, there was a white medicine box on the shelf in the living room. Yan Cuo found the fever reducer from inside, then went to pour a glass of water and took it into the living room together.

Yu Muyang was still awake, looking at her with his eyes open, Yancuo took two pills to him according to the instructions written on the back of the medicine box, and Yu Muyang ate them obediently.

Yan Cuo was about to leave with the medicine box, but he grabbed her hand tightly, "Don't go, stay here with me." ”

Yan Cuo looked at his childish appearance, a little helpless, "I'll put the medicine box back and get you something to eat, haven't you eaten dinner yet?" ”

He nodded blankly, looking at her with a pair of eyes, a little pitiful.

Yancuo covered him with a quilt, "You go to bed first, I'll go and make you some white porridge, okay?" ”

He was a little reluctant to see her leaving, but he still lay down obediently, "Okay, I'll listen to you." ”

After settling him down, he went to the kitchen, found the rice, washed it, put it in the pot and began to cook it.

looked around, they were all in order, and remembered that Yu Muyang had taken care of himself before, but now he finally had the opportunity to take care of him.

This fool always thinks that he is King Kong, never pays attention to his body, and is willing to rest every time he waits for it to fall.

Angry and distressed, the time to cook porridge seemed to become incomparably long, she looked at him in the room, and slept soundly with her eyes closed.

When she had finished the porridge, she walked up to him and watched as beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, but his face was a little better.

Sweating is a good thing, sweating is good as fast.

Yan Cuo found a towel to wipe him, looking at his child-like face at the moment, a pair of long eyelashes drooped down, making him look more and more exquisite.

Yan Cuo glanced at his face, his skin was fine, and it must have been nice to the touch.

She reached out to squeeze it, but saw that the person in front of her suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at himself with a smile, causing her face to burn a little.

"Yanyan, what do you want to do?"

Yan Tu blushed shyly, and didn't say a reason for a long time, so he simply admitted generously, "I see that your skin is very good, and I want to pinch it." ”

After saying that, it seemed like a great shame, and I wanted to go out.

Yu Muyang called out to her, "Come here." ”

Yan Cuo turned to look at him, "What are you doing?" ”

He raised his head and showed his face completely, "Aren't you going to pinch my face, pinch it for you." ”

Yan Cuo walked into him with some hesitation, slowly raised his hand and pinched it, it felt very good, slippery.

"Your skin is so nice and smooth." Yan Cuo admired from the bottom of his heart.

"What else?" He stared at her with a pair of eyes, not taking his eyes off for half a minute.

"And? What else? ”

"When you girls see a cute child, do you want to pinch his face and kiss him?" He was serious, completely unaware that what he said made the girl in front of him blush.

He kept his original movements, stretched out a face to her, hesitated for a while, and finally kissed him.

He smiled, "That's good." ”

Only then did Yan Cuo realize that he had been tricked by him, glared at him, and ran out.

The porridge was ready, Yan Cuo gave him a bowl, blew it for a while, and brought it to him.

His brow furrowed, "Is there only white porridge?" ”

"Yes, I only cooked white porridge, and I drank porridge quickly and obediently when I had a fever."

"But my mouth is bitter, and I want to eat sweet." He looked at her pitifully, as if he had been abused.

"Shall I put some sugar on you?" Yan Cuo thought about it, picked up the bowl and prepared to go out.

He suddenly hooked her neck, sealed her lips, looked at him with wide eyes, and wanted to break away, but he firmly wrapped his arms around her waist and didn't let her move.

After a long while, Yan Cuo felt that he was about to run out of breath, and he let go of himself, looking satisfied.

"Why did you kiss me again?" Yan Cuo was a little annoyed, he attacked again and again, and he always didn't prepare himself for a little bit.

"Because you're sweet, kiss you, and I'll be sweet."