Last night, in order to capture the inspiration of the starry sky and the morning light, Loshi didn't sleep all night, and even left the window open to blow the wind all night.

As soon as the match was over, she was completely relieved and fell ill as soon as she returned.

Her brain burned dizzily, and Fu Chengshen didn't know what she had done to her.

With medicine in her mouth and forced to feed water, she instinctively wanted to vomit.

He pinched his mouth with two fingers and ordered in a cold voice: "Swallow." ”

She had no choice but to swallow the medicine and choke on it and cough several times.

Fu Chengshen felt that she was as soft as slender in his arms, and as soon as he let go, she collapsed softly.

Anyway, she also took medicine, so he simply ignored her, covered her with a quilt, and let her go to sleep.

He went back to his room, changed into his lounge clothes, and opened his notebook to deal with the work he had accumulated during his business trip.

Half an hour passed, only to realize that I was facing the screen and didn't read a word.

I only feel irritable in my heart.

He was about to go get some water, and as soon as he opened the door, he heard a violent cough coming from the guest room.

He paused, trying to pretend he didn't hear, but the coughing didn't stop, and the cough made him even more upset.

Fu Chengshen pushed open the door of the guest room and looked at the person on the bed.

He had never seen a woman who slept so badly. Obviously covered her with the quilt, she could twist the quilt into a twist when she fell asleep, a pair of long legs hung outside the quilt, and her hands hugged the quilt tightly.

"Loosen." He went over and pulled the quilt from her hand.

With a single effort, she rolled on the bed and lay down on the other side.

Fu Chengshen saw that there was a large wet patch on the sheets.

He frowned, put his hand on her forehead and tried again.

Sweat stains on one hand.

The fever receded, and the man was like being fished out of the water.

He patted her face, also sweating: "Cover the quilt and sleep." ”

Loshi's mind cleared a little now, and she heard someone talking to her. She wanted to say yes, but her throat was so dry and she was tired that she didn't have the strength to speak, so she nodded.

Fu Cheng waited for a while, but he didn't see her take the initiative to take the quilt, unfolded the quilt with a dark face, re-covered her, and rubbed the sweat stains on her clothes by the way.

"Drink water?" He asked her.

Loshi nodded again, this time with a voice: yes. “

The voice is hoarse and weak.

Fu Cheng took a deep look at her sick face, bent down to fold her quilt, and went downstairs to pour water.

He had lived abroad for a long time, and some habits were formed at that time, and he did not change them after returning to China. He doesn't have a kettle at home, and drinking water, along with milk, is stuffed in the fridge.

He took two bottles of ice water, drank half of them himself, unscrewed the other bottle, and handed it to Loshi's mouth.

As soon as Loshi wanted to fall asleep, she was picked up again, and she was suddenly poured a large mouthful of ice water, which was so cold that her teeth chattered.

Fu Chengshen felt that her voice was hoarse, and he wanted to give her a second mouthful, but she refused.

She didn't open her eyes, only turned her head sideways, clenched her teeth, and squeezed out a word from between her teeth: "Cold." ”

Fu Chengshen put the half bottle of ice water in his hand on her burnt cheeks.

She flinched visibly, and snorted again, "Cold." ”

The voice was as weak as a little milk cat in the rain.

Fu Cheng pursed his lips deeply, feeling that this woman was too ignorant, but he was a normal person, and he couldn't tell a sick cat clearly.

He put her down, took the bottle of ice water and went downstairs, poured the water into a bowl, put it in the microwave and heated it for two minutes, and then brought it upstairs again to feed her.

This time Loche drank heartily, and with his hand, he drank a large bowl of water until there was not a drop left, and it seemed that he was really thirsty.

After she drank the water, Fu Chengshen let her go to sleep.

An hour later, he came in to see her again.

When I touched it, it burned again.

The antipyretic medicine she took had to wait more than 4 hours before she could take the second one, and it burned again, and Fu Chengshen didn't dare to give her any more medicine, so he went to get a bag of ice milk and put it on her forehead, which was used as an antipyretic patch.

After a while, I touched it again, and it was still burning, but the temperature was not high, not more than 38 degrees.

He had no choice but to call his family doctor.

The other party carefully inquired about Luo Xi's situation, and said honestly: "If it's just a low-grade fever, you don't need to take antipyretics." Let her drink plenty of water and rest more. If you can eat, it's best to eat a liquid diet that is easy to digest. ”

Fu Chengshen was relieved.

He ran downstairs again, opened the refrigerator, and saw what he had in the house that Loshi could eat.

After looking for a long time, in addition to ice water and ice milk, I also turned out a few tomahawk steaks. He won't be able to do it, and I guess Loshi won't be able to eat steak right now.

He felt that the things outside were unhygienic, and Loshi was so sick that he thought that if he let her eat something unclean, he might die.

Fortunately, there is still ready-made rice, and it is still a very high-grade rice.

He didn't like to be disturbed, and when he was at home, the servants were not available.

Fu Chengshen was worried about the rice in the one-meter jar.

How do you operate this white flower thing to turn it into a bowl of soft porridge?

At this time, he remembered his assistant Li Xian.

As the general assistant to the president of Fu Group, Li Xian has an enviable high salary, and he is always under work pressure that others can't imagine.

For example, he is on call 24 hours a day.

He accompanied his boss on a business trip, and just came back one day, the jet lag had not yet reversed, and he received a call from his boss again.

Li Xian was like a great enemy, and immediately connected, and his tone was very respectful: "Mr. Fu, what do you command." ”

The other side didn't speak, and from the sound of breathing coming from the earpiece, Li Xian realized that his boss was facing a very difficult problem.

His heart suddenly rose to his throat: "Mr. Fu? ”

"How much water do you need in a cup of rice?"

Li Xian: ???

"Mr. Fu, what do you mean ......?"

For the first time, Li Xian felt that the tacit understanding between him and his boss was gone. He may not be able to keep his job.

"How much water do you need to boil porridge?" Fu Cheng said coldly.

In Li Xian's ears, his tone was full of impatience.

Fu Chengshen himself felt that it was a bit embarrassing to ask the assistant this kind of question.

Li Xian cautiously replied to the boss: "If Mr. Fu wants to boil rice porridge, add one and a half bowls of water for one person, add two and a half bowls of water for two people, and turn off the low heat after the water boils." ”

"Hmm."

The phone hung up.

Li Xian stared at the phone whose screen had been blacked. He repeatedly recalled what he had just said, and had an inexplicable intuition that his explanation of boiling porridge for two people was eighty percent, and the bet was right.

He was shocked. The boss has to cook porridge for others to drink. Who is that person? Male or female? Can the boss's porridge be boiled successfully?

Countless questions lingered in his mind, making him scratch his lungs with curiosity.

In the villa, Fu Cheng scooped up rice, added water, turned on the fire, and after the water boiled, he turned off the fire to the minimum.

After that, I went upstairs to take Loshi's temperature, and by the way, I changed her bag of milk and iced it.

He didn't get rid of the jet lag, and as soon as he got home, he was busy taking care of the sick number, and now he was finally able to relax, and he came up sleepy for a while and yawned.

He saw that Luo Xi slept soundly, and he didn't know that she would die of sleep and have a high fever again.

I heard that a high fever can burn out people's brains, if this woman burns into a fool, no matter how beautiful she looks, it is useless, and no good man is willing to ask for it.

Simply, he took off his shoes, got into her bed, pulled over half of the quilt, and slept with her.

At first, he wanted to stay away from her, but the quilt was so big, and he was far away, and the quilt couldn't be covered. Suddenly, her warm body was exposed, but it was even colder.

He reluctantly moved to her.

She had a fever, her body was warm, and sleeping next to her was like hugging a small stove, strangely warm.

Fu Cheng thought about it deeply, he was also for her good, and he could know at any time if she had burned again.

Then he put his hand under her arm with peace of mind, rested his big hand on her waist, and put his arms around her to sleep.

Her breath was hot, sprayed on his chest, hot and wet. He felt uncomfortable, so he turned her body around so that her back was to him, and put his hands on her lower abdomen, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Lohi didn't know how long she had slept this night. She was awakened by the smell of burnt paste.

First I smelled mush, then I had a dream of catching fire, and finally I was scared awake.

She opened her eyes and subconsciously jumped under the bed.

I didn't succeed in the jump, and then I found that I had a pair of big hands resting on my stomach.

She "snapped" on the hands, and wanted to shout, but her voice was hoarse, so she pinched the back of the hand hard.

Fu Chengshen was woken up by her. The person was still a little confused, his eyes were dazed, his hands unconsciously rubbed on her stomach, and asked her, "What are you doing?" ”

Loshi wants to ask what he's doing? Why sneak into her bed to sleep while she's asleep?

But the smell of mush in his nose was getting heavier and heavier, not just a dream, and he didn't care about sleeping, he pointed to the door, and said in a dumb voice: "It's mush." ”

Fu Chengshen then remembered that he was still boiling porridge for her. Immediately got up from the bed and ran downstairs.

Loshi didn't dare to stay in the room anymore and ran out after him.

After taking two steps, she was so dizzy that she had to stop and lean against the wall.

Fu Chengshen turned his head to see her squatting down, then turned back and picked her up from the ground.

She didn't have the strength to put her arms around his neck, so he carried her all the way downstairs like a child.

"I made porridge for you."

He turned off the heat, put her on the dining chair, and glanced sideways into the pot.

It's good, a mess of charred black.

Fortunately, he still remembered to turn off the fire and didn't burn through the bottom of the pot.

"I can't eat it."

He reached out to take the pot off the gas road, but he was burned, and when he withdrew his hand, "pop", a pot of black paste fell out of the pot very unceremoniously.

Fu Chengshen was helpless.

He just wants to make porridge, how can he be more tired than signing a contract of hundreds of billions?

Luo Xi looked at the mess on the ground, but his heart was a little moved.

When she was a child, when she was sick, her aunt would also cook porridge for her, and put some minced meat and salted eggs in it to make her eat more deliciously.

"Mr. Fu."

She raised her head and looked at Fu Chengshen. Because of my illness, my eyes look brighter than usual.

"Haven't you eaten yet?"

Fu Cheng pursed his lips deeply and didn't speak.

He was embarrassed and didn't want to talk to her.

Loshi slowly stood up on the table.

"I'll do it. Does Mr. Fu drink salted egg minced meat porridge? ”

Fu Chengshen looked at her with a faint gaze.

Loshi smiled at him, very weak, but it looked like he had a little more strength than before.

She didn't wait for him to answer, she slowly walked to the dining table, washed her hands, took another pot, washed rice, and boiled porridge.

Fu Chengshen walked over and watched her stir the boiling rice in the pot, and only after a long time did he speak.

"Drink."