Tang Yebai, you owe me so much, I owe you so much, and you haven't paid each other off, how can you die? How can you die? You can't die, you can't die, you die, what about my hatred?

What about my love?

Who am I going to be so desperate for in the future?

Xia Chenxi scratched Mimi, Mimi didn't scream, obediently in Xia Chenxi's arms, accompanied her master, and accompanied her through the most uncomfortable moment, Mimi felt all Xia Chenxi's mood.

His eyes were also full of sadness.

"Mimi, thank you, thank you for being with me." Xia Chenxi said hoarsely, now, she has nothing, her only son is far away in S City, accompanying his father, perhaps, hates her.

She was alone in France, with only Mimi with her.

Only Mimi understands all her sadness and sadness, understands all her grievances and despair.

Xia Chenxi is sick.

The illness came like a mountain, she caught a cold, and the next day she was bedridden, with a high fever, burned in a daze, physically and mentally exhausted, and Mimi was by her side, crying all the time, licking her master's face.

But the master slept unconscious, dazed.

Xiao Qi immediately asked a doctor, prescribed medicine, and gave injections, but Xia Chenxi did not improve, the fever subsided some, and then rose repeatedly, and again and again, all the time the fever was very heavy, sometimes sober, sometimes confused.

The doctor said that Xia Chenxi's body was too weak to work long distances, so Xiao Qi dispelled the idea of taking her home and let her lie down in the hotel to rest.

Ouyang went back to the Marseille headquarters first, Xiao Qi and the black widow stayed in the hotel, Xiao Qi served Xia Chenxi, did it himself, and did not fake it, looking at her sweating profusely, it seemed to be very uncomfortable, Xiao Qi was very distressed.

Chenxi, your body has always been very good, why did you get so sick all of a sudden?

Xia Chenxi burned and slept for a night, his body was slightly refreshed, he still felt very uncomfortable, and continued to lie down to rest, Xiao Qi brought a bowl of porridge, in a hotel like Marseille, it is not easy to boil a bowl of porridge.

"Dawn, come and eat something, put your stomach on it." Xiao Qi's voice was soft, with a hint of care, helping Xia Chenxi to get up, letting her lean on the pillow, Xiao Qi sat on the edge of the bed, blew the cold porridge, and fed it to Xia Chenxi.

Xia Chenxi's face was pale, with a sickly look, and she was unsightly fragile, but she just looked at Xiao Qi in a daze.

"What's wrong? Don't have an appetite? If you don't have an appetite, you have to eat a little, you haven't eaten for a day. Xiao Qi said, his grim face slightly softened, "The porridge in the hotel is good, how much can you eat?" ”

He almost coaxed her into a bite or two.

Xia Chenxi's heart became slightly heavy, and she opened her mouth to eat, it was not unpalatable, but it was eaten in her mouth, the taste was very light, and there was no taste.

There have been some messy fragments in my head, and I can't catch them quickly.

Putting Buddha, Xiao Qi once took care of himself so carefully.

"Xiao Qi, have you taken care of me like this?" Xia Chenxi asked.

Xiao Qi said, "Since I was a child, I have taken care of you like this, don't you remember?" ”

Xia Chenxi thought to herself, she really didn't remember, did he really take care of her so much?

It's just familiar.

"Don't think too much, you're not feeling well, drink porridge, rest more, you get better quickly, it's only a few dozen kilometers away from the door of your home." Xiao Qi said, his tone was very gentle, "If you want, I can take you home early." ”

Xia Chenxi shook her head, Xiao Qi didn't say anything, fed her all the porridge, Xia Chenxi drank the porridge, took medicine, and lay down again, Xiao Qi adjusted the lights in the room, accompanied her on the side, and did not go far.