Doctor Meng also got up and prepared to leave, he instructed Xiu Qingyan: "After the infusion, eat something, sleep well, ensure sleep, and measure your body temperature when you wake up, and don't smoke, you have a little bit of pneumonia, and the cough caused by fever is not well recuperated, and it will often recur." ”

"Got it, thank you, Achi." Xiu Qingyan raised his head and smiled at him.

Meng Zhi glanced at Wen Qiong beside him again, and smiled slightly, "You have hidden it deep enough, next time you come out with Meng Ling, we will have a good chat." ”

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, you send Ah Zhi back."

Uncle Zhang politely sent Meng Zhi out.

Wen Qiong saw the doctor leave, and said to Xiu Qingyan, "He's so young." ”

"Meng Ling's cousin."

"Oh."

Xiu Qingyan suddenly approached her, "Are you handsome?" ”

"What?" Wen Qiong avoided his lips.

Xiu Qingyan's hand without a needle put his arm around her waist and asked again, "Is Meng Zhishuai?" ”

"Okay." Meng Zhi's temperament is too similar to Chu Xin, and Wen Qiong doesn't have any special affection.

"Am I handsome?"

Wen Qiong broke his hand, "Not as handsome as you, you are now a patient, I naturally want to tell some white lies to deceive you." ”

Xiu Qingyan was annoyed, and went to hug her waist again, Wen Qiong was on guard and would not let him succeed, so she sat on the small sofa next to her, and she pulled a blanket and covered him.

Xiu Qingyan couldn't catch her, he was not reluctant, he really didn't have much energy because of illness.

The fever made him weak, but he didn't like the smell of medicine in the room, so he asked Aunt Jiang to help him downstairs and give him an infusion in the living room. As soon as the medicine entered his body, he slowly felt a little sleepy.

Wen Qiong took out the book to review, and then raised her head to see Xiu Qingyan leaning on the back of the chair. The sunlight spilled into the living room and fell on his well-defined face, his lips were thin and shallow, the bridge of his nose was straight, his facial features were deep, and his eyes were usually slightly sharp.

Wen Qiong looked at the infusion bag, there was still a little left, she was afraid of returning blood, so she didn't continue to read, but waited quietly to see the bottom.

Wen Qiong saw that he was asleep, and she didn't wake him up, took the cotton swab, lowered her head and opened the medical tape pasted first, ready to pull out the needle on the back of his hand, but she was a little afraid. As she hesitated, a streak of blood appeared at the bottom of the needle, and she shuddered slightly.

A sneer sounded above her head, and Xiu Qingyan gently pulled out the needle. Wen Qiong immediately pressed his wound with a cotton swab.

Xiuqingyan threw the needle away. Wen Qiong raised her head and saw that his eyes were slightly narrowed and he looked tired, so she asked, "Go upstairs?" ”

"Hmm." He added, "You help me." ”

Wen Qiong didn't answer, but she turned to the hand that didn't have the infusion and held his arm. Xiu Qingyan stood up and pressed some of his strength on Wen Qiong's body. Wen Qiong saw that he was a patient, so she endured it.

As soon as the two of them stepped up the steps, Aunt Jiang came back, and as soon as she entered the door, she asked, "Did you lose?" ”

Wen Qiong stopped and responded, "Hmm." ”

Aunt Jiang waved her hand, "Then hurry upstairs, I'll boil porridge now, let him not sleep yet." ”

Xiu Qingyan smiled bitterly, "Aunt Jiang, I'm sleepy. ”

"That'...... Let's sleep...... I'll serve it up to you later. ”

Xiu Qingyan moved his arm, and Wen Qiong immediately helped him to go upstairs. In fact, with her strength, she can't help him, but he doesn't really have no strength, but his steps are vain.

Moving to the third floor step by step, Wen Qiong was sweating a little, Xiu Qingyan's body temperature had dropped, but it was still higher than Wen Qiong, and she could feel his hot arm.

When I entered the room, the curtains had been opened, and there was still a faint air conditioner in the room. Wen Qiong helped Xiu Qingyan to the bed, afraid that he would turn on the air conditioner, so he threw the remote control of the air conditioner on the carpet first. Xiu Qingyan lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, "I'm hot." ”

"That can't be opened either." Wen Qiong had no doubt, pushed him to lie down, and pulled a blanket to cover him. As soon as his arm was grabbed by him, Wen Qiong twisted her eyebrows, and in the next second, she was pulled into his arms. Wen Qiong struggled: "You let go of me." ”

Although Xiu Qingyan was sick, his strength was still very strong, and Wen Qiong didn't dare to touch his hand that had just been pierced by the needle, so he restrained his hands and feet. He stretched out his long legs, wrapped around her slender legs, and then leaned sideways and held her whole body in his arms. His voice was hoarse, "Would you like to lie down with me for a while?" ”

Wen Qiong was even more soft-hearted, she looked up at him, he had closed his eyes, and his breathing was a little heavy. She hesitated, stopped moving, Xiu Qingyan seemed to be relieved, buried her head in her neck socket and slept, her arms wrapped around her waist, as if holding a large doll.

Wen Qiong only felt that this bed was too hot, and the person next to her was even hotter. As she moved, his arms tightened tighter, and the refreshing scent of bathing invaded her snort.

Wen Qiong looked up and saw the smooth neck and sexy Adam's apple, she immediately looked away, opened her eyes, looked at the ceiling, and thought, for the sake of him as a patient, she recognized it.

About an hour later, Aunt Jiang took the boiled porridge and gently pushed open the door, and when she saw the two people hugging each other on the bed, she subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but she happened to meet Wen Qiong's slightly opened eyes. Aunt Jiang paused and pointed to the porridge in her hand, Wen Qiong sobered up a little and nodded.

The two of them silently made eye contact, Aunt Jiang put the porridge on the bedside table, pointed at Xiu Qingyan again, and said with her lips: "Drink it while it's hot." ”

"Okay." Wen Qiong made an OK gesture, and Aunt Jiang didn't ask much, left the room, and took the opportunity to close the door shallowly, but it was not completely closed, and there was still a crack.

She has been in the Xiu family for many years, no matter how hard she is and how hard-working, she is just an aunt who is hired, she has a family and children, once she encounters a choice between the family and the employer, she will naturally choose her own family without hesitation, she abides by the rules of the Xiu family, and at the same time invisibly distances herself from the Xiu family.

For Xiu Qingyan and Xiu Zheng'an, Aunt Jiang is like an elder, but she is an elder who needs to pay her salary. For so many years, the biggest reason why Xiu Zheng'an has been hiring her is that her husband works as a driver in Xiu's family, and they are close to each other.

Therefore, Aunt Jiang will never question any decision made by the father and son of the Xiu family, and it is not her turn to say more about many things. Seeing Xiu Qingyan hugging Wen Qiong so intimately, she was shocked at the time, but she quickly digested it.

After Aunt Jiang went out, Wen Qiong tried to wake up Xiu Qingyan, he probably drank a glass of milk in the morning, and now it is almost twelve o'clock, and he can sleep well after eating. Wen Qiong patted his arm, "Wake up." ”

After shouting a few times, Xiu Qingyan slowly opened his eyes, his pupils were pitch black, and when he met his eyes at first glance, Wen Qiong couldn't help but be stunned.

Xiu Qingyan retracted his arms, hugged her a little tighter, and said in a low voice: "Why are you calling me?" ”

"Drink porridge!" Wen Qiong pushed his arm.

"No appetite."

"If you don't have an appetite, you have to drink and go to sleep."

"I really don't want to drink it." Xiu Qingyan is coquettish like a child.

However, his voice was hoarse and low, full of magnetism, and when he said this, Wen Qiong's ears turned red. She kicked him in the shin, "Get up!" ”

"You feed me."

Wen Qiong is about to blow up, "How old are you?" ”

"Don't feed, don't eat."

"......" Wen Qiong finally compromised, she couldn't help him, and she couldn't break free from him, seeing that his forehead was full of sweat when he was sick, and she could only accommodate for so many years without her mother to take care of her.

Xiu Qingyan leaned against the head of the bed, Wen Qiong took the porridge, sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up a spoonful, and fed it to his mouth.

Wen Qiong lowered her eyes, and the porridge rippled slightly on the spoon.

Xiu Qingyan opened his mouth and looked at her with a deep look in his eyes.

Wen Qiong suddenly remembered the child in his previous life, his eyes looked like Chu Xin, he was very cute, his face was chubby, everyone wanted to hug him when he saw it, he swayed when he learned to walk, she and Chu Xin were on the left and right sides to protect him, when he could speak, he always loved to hold her legs and call her mother, and be coquettish with her. Taking care of the child is very hard, but looking at his smiling face, she feels that everything is worth it.

As a result, she has developed the skill of feeding with one hand, and now she ...... Wen Qiong blinked, held back her tears, scooped up another mouthful of porridge, and handed it to Xiu Qingyan's lips.

Xiu Qingyan squinted at her and bit the spoon into his mouth. The warm porridge slid into the throat, and the stomach was warm and comfortable. The two were silent, Wen Qiong fed him, he obediently ate one bite at a time, and when he was almost done, Xiu Qingyan pushed her hand away, "I'm full, you go downstairs to eat." ”

Wen Qiong picked up the tray and got up and went downstairs.

Xiu Qingyan sat on the bed in a daze, if she was not mistaken, tears flashed in her eyes just now? Is it because he bullied her so hard? His face sank, guilt crept up in his heart, he rubbed his face, and lay down again.

Aunt Jiang hadn't eaten yet, she was waiting for Wen Qiong, and when she saw her coming down, she immediately brought out the warm meal and asked, "Has Qingyan eaten it all?" ”

"Eat." Wen Qiong put the dishes and spoons into the sink, and then sat down at the table to eat.

After eating, Wen Qiong's mood gradually calmed down.

Aunt Jiang wiped her hands and prepared to visit the situation of Xiu Qingyan, but after thinking about it, she said to Wen Qiong, "You go and see Qingyan." ”

"Hmm." Wen Qiong originally planned to do the same, she carried her schoolbag upstairs, ready to wait for him to read.

The room was dark, and Xiu Qingyan didn't know when he closed the curtains, leaving only a small lamp at the head of the bed.

Wen Qiong put down her schoolbag lightly, and then leaned over to look at him, the quilt only covered his abdomen, his long legs stretched out casually, and his forehead was sweating.

Wen Qiong took a towel and wiped the beads of sweat for him. Unexpectedly, Xiu Qingyan grabbed her wrist violently, pulled it hard, and she fell to the bed. Wen Qiong couldn't break free, so he could only let him hold it. His brows were tightly knit, as if his body was particularly uncomfortable, and after a while, he naturally pillowed on her lap, and Wen Qiong was even more unable to move.

The sick Xiuqingyan, like a child, is particularly clingy. He reached out and put his arm around her waist and muttered in a low voice, "Wen Qiong, I shouldn't bully you......" and then shouted, "Mom......"

Wen Qiong was shocked by his mother's shout, she looked down at the handsome face, sweat rolled down all the way, some fell into the blanket, some fell on her thighs, like wet teardrops. Wen Qiong's hand trembled slightly, caressing his cheek, and her tears couldn't help but slide silently. She thought of her child again, but she also felt sorry for Xiu Qingyan, who had no mother since she was a child.

Wen Qiong bent down slightly, put her lips on his forehead, kissed it, and she whispered, "Sleep, it's all here." ”

Xiu Qingyan's arms wrapped around her waist, tightly, as if she could hug her until she was old.

Wen Qiong let him hold her, leaned against the head of the bed, and looked out the window.

The year the child was born, she and Chu Xin had a good relationship, and the baby was the bond of their happiness. She thought that if she had a baby, she would be recognized by her mother-in-law, but she never knew that such a woman would never cancel her view because she had a child. Innocent children also grow up in an unhappy environment.

Thinking of this, Wen Qiongdao's tears began to pour out uncontrollably again, dripping down the cheeks of the young man lying on her lap.

She closed her eyes, her cheeks felt warm, Wen Qiong opened her eyes suddenly, Xiu Qingyan looked at her deeply, and raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Wen Qiong was about to speak, but he covered her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Is it because I bullied you that you cried?" ”

"Crying?" Wen Qiong was stunned.

"...... when you're feeding"

Wen Qiong shook her head, "No, it's not because of you, I thought of it...... Thinks of my mom. She made up an excuse.

Xiu Qingyan stared at her closely, "Not because of me?" ”

"It's not."

"Then why are you crying now?"

Wen Qiong couldn't explain it, she wanted to get out of bed and leave.

Xiu Qingyan didn't allow her to escape, pinched her chin and asked, "Why are you crying?" ”

"No, I ...... I am...... You just called Mom. ”

Xiu Qingyan's expression froze. He stepped back slightly, but Wen Qiong took the initiative to hug him. As soon as she hugged her, Xiu Qingyan's whole body warmed, he wrapped his arms around her waist fiercely, and said solemnly: "I won't bully you anymore." ”

Wen Qiong smiled, "Well, you've finally become well-behaved." Is it because of an illness that you became well-behaved? ”

Repair the blue tendons of the rock brain erupted. He pushed Wen Qiong to the head of the bed and approached her until he pressed against her forehead, wanting to kiss her, but his throat was itchy and he coughed sideways.

Wen Qiong asked worriedly, "Do you want to take some more medicine and sleep for a while?" ”

Xiu Qingyan took her hand, "You accompany me." ”

"Okay, I'll accompany you, but you have to take the medicine first."

"Hmm."

Wen Qiong found the medicine, poured another glass of water, and handed it to him.

Xiu Qingyan took it and ate it obediently. His body was still a little tired, Wen Qiong pulled him to lie down, he refused to close his eyes, and his narrow eyes looked at her intently.

Wen Qiong blushed a little at his sight, stood up, and turned off the small light.