After Song Zhe arranged for everyone to step back, he locked the bedroom door. The curtains were closed again.

Walked into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water.

Out of the bathroom, Song Zhe took off his suit jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. Lifting the quilt on Zhou Qi'an's body, Zhou Qi'an's strong and toned chest appeared in front of Song Zhe's eyes, with a bath towel wrapped around his waist, slender long legs, and strong muscles.

Song Zhe showed envious eyes and admired it, then swallowed his saliva and said, "Young master, I touched your body to help you reduce your fever, don't blame me, I can't help it." ”

Song Zhe helped Zhou Qi'an up and let the weight of his entire body rest on himself. Originally, Song Zhe's body was shorter than Zhou Qi'an, and Zhou Qi'an was in a coma, Song Zhe felt extremely heavy, and he used his strength to eat milk before putting Zhou Qi'an into the bathtub.

Song Zhe let Zhou Qi'an soak in the bathtub, and he poked Zhou Qi'an's body with his hand. After the hot water slowly became warm, Song Zhe drained the water, filled the tank again, and then scrubbed Zhou Qi'an's body...... This was repeated several times until Zhou Qi'an was sweating. Song Zhecai helped Zhou Qi'an dry his body, blow dry his hair, change into a clean bathrobe, and put him on the bed again. After all this, Song Zhe was so tired that he fell to the ground.

Song Zhe was lying on the ground, sweating profusely, panting heavily: "I'm tired, I'm tired." I want me to lie on the ground for a while. ”

In Zhou's house, Fang Yue had already arranged for Wang's mother to cook the nourishing soup and put it in a thermos pot. Called the driver, left Zhou's house, and drove to the riverside where Zhou Qi'an stayed.

Zhou Qi'an regained consciousness an hour after Song Zhe helped him physically lower his temperature. Song Zhe has been guarding Zhou Qi'an's bed, holding a notebook in his hand.

Zhou Qi'an opened his eyes, his eyelids were very heavy, and he looked around, it was in his own bedroom, he felt that he had slept for a long time, so long that he wanted to wake up, but he couldn't wake up.

"What time is it?" Zhou Qi'an's voice was hoarse and tired.

"Young Master, you're awake, great, Young Master, are you feeling better?" Song Zhe hurriedly put down his notebook and said with concern.

"What's wrong with me? Why does my head hurt so much?" Zhou Qi'an supported his body with his elbows and thought about it, but his whole body was weak and he felt a sense of collapse, so he had to give up, lay down again, and patted his head with his hand.

"Young master, you can lie down for a while, you have been having a high fever last night until now, and I have been busy all morning before I can help you get rid of the fever. Song Zhe said distressedly.

"I have a high fever? probably because of the rain yesterday. After Zhou Qi'an lay down, he propped himself up again and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Rain, young master, you were drenched in rain yesterday? But yesterday it was sunny, oh, no, you mean that yesterday, it rained in S City, Huaguo? Young master, why are you so careless, I only left you for a day, and you let yourself catch a cold, and you were still caught by the rain, how can you let me rest assured that you are alone in the future." Also, young master, why are you in the rain? You have always been in a car when you go out, how can you get in the rain?" Song Zhe said loudly, and finally looked at Zhou Qi'an with two eyes like a curious baby, praying for an answer.

Zhou Qi'an's face was a little pale, and he sank: "Enough is enough, go out when you say enough." The voice of the speaker was very weak, if it was usual, it would be impossible for him to let Song Zhe finish his words completely, and he would have already fallen Song Zhe to the ground with an over-the-shoulder fall.

"Oh, okay, young master, you should be hungry, I'll bring you porridge. Without waiting for the answer he wanted, Song Zhe went downstairs in disappointment.

Zhou Qi'an leaned on the head of the bed and pressed a button, and the curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows automatically opened to both sides, and the whole bedroom instantly lit up. The dazzling light, Zhou Qi'an instinctively closed his eyes and blocked his forehead with his hand, so that his eyes could adapt to the light.

Zhou Qi'an sat up with his upper body propped up, and after his feet fell to the ground, he sat on the edge of the bed and slowed down, got up and stood up straight, and his head was still accompanied by a feeling of dizziness. Zhou Qi'an shook his head, and rubbed his temples with his index fingers, feeling better. Zhou Qi'an walked to the table and picked up the watch on the table, it was already half past ten. No wonder the sun is already so strong outside.

Zhou Qi'an poured himself another glass of boiled water, and the warm water entered the body along the esophagus, as if the whole person was activated. I slept for too long, and my body was soft and painful. Zhou Qi'an moved the joints of his whole body, and he was about to fall apart. He slapped himself the shoulder.

"Young master, why did you get up and stop lying down for a while? The porridge is good, you can eat some, I know you don't like to eat porridge, but the doctor said that you are recovering from a serious illness, you should eat and talk about it, which will help your body recover." Song Zhe said with a bowl of white porridge and walked in the direction of Zhou Qi'an.

Zhou Qi'an stopped what he was doing, turned around, his handsome eyebrows tightened, and looked at the white porridge in Song Zhe's hand: "Are you sure you want to give me this?"

"Young Master, sure and sure, this is for the sake of your body. Normally, you rarely get sick, but this time you are so sick that you even lose consciousness. When you're well, I'll agree to whatever you want to eat. Song Zhe's tone was firm, and his attitude was also resolute, and he brought the porridge to Zhou Qi'an.

Zhou Qi'an's brows furrowed even tighter: "Put it on the table first, I don't have an appetite." ”

"Young Master. Song Zhe did not back down.

"I'll eat it, put it away. Zhou Qi'an turned his back to Song Zhe and began to slap his sore body again.

"You just said, you helped me get rid of the fever?How did you get rid of it?" Zhou Qi'an suddenly thought about what Song Zhe said.

As soon as Song Zhe heard Zhou Qi'an turn to ask about the fever, Song Zhe's heart trembled slightly, and he put the porridge in his hand on the table: "Less...... Young master, the doctor asked me to physically cool your whole body, otherwise, I wouldn't dare to take off your clothes if I was killed. After speaking, Song Zhe took a few steps back and kept a distance from Zhou Qi'an.

"What? Step by step, he approached Song Zhe.

"Less...... Master, young ...... Master, young master. Song Zhe was forced to retreat by Zhou Qi'an.

"Stop me. Zhou Qi'an was close to roaring.

Song Zhe stood still, his palms were already sweating: "Less...... Father. ”

"Give me a run outside for two hours and come back, immediately. Zhou Qi'an ordered.

"Young master, it's summer, can you let me run again at night?" Song Zhe bargained.

"One more nonsense, an hour longer. I'm going to be watching you here, don't you want to be lazy. Zhou Qi'an said mercilessly.

Song Zhe knew Zhou Qi'an's temperament, and did what he said, so he quickly shut up. Run out of the door.