He Zheng shook his head and only said two words: "No." ”

Meng Yao blinked, still a little curious.

Who could that be?

Forget it, seeing that he doesn't want to say much, he still doesn't ask.

Twenty minutes later, after He Zheng finished eating, Meng Yao cleaned up the table: "You haven't burned it yet, go and rest for a while." ”

He Zheng: "Hmm. With a sigh, he was not pretentious, he was indeed very uncomfortable, and went back to the bedroom.

Ten minutes later, Meng Yao finished cleaning up, and suddenly thought that He Zheng hadn't drunk the fever medicine yet, so he poured a glass of water and went to his room.

When she walked to the side of the bed, she saw that He Zheng had closed her eyes and seemed to be asleep, so she walked over gently and called softly: "Drink the fever medicine first and then continue to sleep." ”

He Zheng turned his head and said weakly, "I'll drink later." ”

"No, if you don't drink the medicine quickly, the fever will be difficult to go away."

He Zheng: "I'm sleepy. ”

Meng Yao coaxed patiently: "Be obedient, or I'll feed you?" ”

Hearing this, He Zheng's eyes suddenly opened slightly, appearing deeper and deeper.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Mouth-to-mouth feed?" ”

Perhaps because of his illness, his voice was deeper and hoarse than before, but there was an indescribable charm.

Meng Yao was speechless: "......"

"Just kidding." He Zheng let out a low laugh, barely half stood up, and leaned on the back of the bed.

Meng Yao was about to hand him the water cup and antipyretics, but He Zheng glanced at her with those deep eyes, with a proud face: "You said feed me and feed me with a spoon." ”

Do you want her to feed it, right?

Meng Yao glared at him, and saw that he was sitting at the head of the bed, thin and thin, his handsome face was covered with haggardness, he was obviously very tall, but at this moment he felt like he was weak.

Meng Yao's heart softened.

Forget it, it's up to this uncle to be a patient now, just feed it.

So, Meng Yao first asked him to open his mouth, put the antipyretic medicine into his mouth, and then put the water in a spoon and fed it to He Zheng spoonful by spoon.

After He Zheng drank the medicine, he lay down and fell asleep again, and Meng Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, he walked out of the room and closed the door.

Then he called He Jianing, and after connecting, he asked, "Mom, when will you come back?" ”

He Jianing said: "It will be tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. ”

Meng Yao put her mind at ease, called the manager of the café again, and asked for leave.

There is no way, He Zheng still has a fever, and she doesn't dare to walk away casually, what if something happens to him at home alone?

After making the call, she went to the room again and changed a fever pastel for He Zheng, who was sleeping. She didn't sleep well last night, and now she is sleepy, but she is worried that He Zheng's condition will continue, so she can only sit on the edge of the bed and play with her mobile phone, as for when she fell asleep, she doesn't know.

When Meng Yao woke up, she found herself lying on the bed.

Outside the window, it was already dusk, and He Zheng, who was originally on the bed, was gone.

"Why did I fall asleep?" Meng Yao hurriedly got up, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom, and saw that the man was leaning on the sofa with a relaxed expression, with a laptop on his knees, and his slender fingers were beating on the keyboard of the laptop.

Or when he heard the sound of the door opening, He Zheng's movements stopped, covered the notebook casually, glanced back at Meng Yao, and said lightly: "Are you awake?" Seeing that you slept soundly, I didn't make any noise for you. ”