"Thirty-nine degrees two, I have to go to the hospital." Meng Yanzhang showed Duan Jiangqiu the thermometer.
Duan Jiangqiu's soft nest is in the quilt, and his face is red with abnormal tide. When he opens his mouth, he is a drake. "Don't look, don't go."
"If it goes on, it will burn silly." Meng Yanzhang said that he would dress him and go to the hospital.
"I'm not going." Duan Jiangqiu took back his hand and rolled himself into a ball with a quilt.
Meng Yanzhang clenched his fist, controlled his impulse to get angry, and told himself not to get angry and give money.
"Why not go?" Meng Yanzhang tried several times, but failed to pull Duan Jiangqiu out of the bed, wiped the sweat on his forehead and asked.
Duan Jiangqiu's sullen voice came from the bed. "The hospital is not clean."
Meng Yanzhang: "..."
Come on, it turns out that the young master has lost his temper.
Meng Yanzhang sighed and quietly walked out of the room. This is another room. Duan Jiangqiu's room is still a mess, and he didn't have time to tidy up.
If it weren't for Duan Jiangqiu's sudden madness in the middle of the night last night, he wouldn't be doing performance art in the rain.
Hearing the slight door closing sound, Duan Jiangqiu emerged from the quilt with a head, probably burning. His peach blossom eyes were wet and hot, and his eyes were red, beautiful and pitiful, and at the same time very attractive.
Duan Jiangqiu didn't mean to get caught in the rain last night. He couldn't help himself.
The depressed emotions since his rebirth met with rainy nights, which reminded him of some unhappy things and mixed them together, making him somewhat irrational.
On the night when it was raining cats and dogs, the windows that were deliberately opened, the things in the room were scattered, and the biting wind and rain of that year were like ghosts.
He closed his eyelids, along with the shadows under his eyes.
I guess Meng Yanzhang doesn't want to pay attention to him as a madman.
Duan Jiangqiu bowed his head and buried his head in the bed. Some fragile thoughts, maybe I shouldn't stay. Obviously, there is no need to make things like this as long as you give money without coming forward.
At the end of the day, it was all his selfish desire to see Meng Yanzhang more. At least when Meng Yanzhang was single, he stayed with Meng Yanzhang with this grandiose reason to help him.
A dry and warm hand reached into the bed, put it on his forehead, and brought people out of the bed.
Duan Jiangqiu's eyes are red, and the peach blossom eyes seem to be soaked in water, so beautiful that it makes people breathe.
Meng Yanzhang paused for a second and continued to flatten people. "Don't move."
Duan Jiangqiu saw Meng Yanzhang carrying a basin in a daze, and a cold feeling came from his forehead. I don't know where Meng Yanzhang got the ice pack.
He wet the towel and wiped Duan Jiangqiu's cheeks and palms.
"Raise your hand." Meng Yanzhang tone without any ups and downs, Duan Jiangqiu dizzy brain can only do, Meng Yanzhang wiped his face and hands, armpits for him, quickly put the quilt cover.
Suddenly Duan Jiangqiu felt his legs cool, and Meng Yanzhang lifted the quilt to take off his pants.
"What are you doing?" Duan Jiangqiu stared at Meng Yanzhang with his eyes wide open.
Meng Yanzhang raised his eyelids and gave him a dull look. "My brother had a fever when he was a child. That's how my mother wiped him, which can cool him down. Wipe the thigh roots and limbs. "
So that's it. Duan Jiangqiu said that Meng Yanzhang had been a good man, so how could he suddenly do something to him?
He looked at Meng Yanzhang with some disappointment. When Meng Yanzhang wiped the root of his thigh, he inevitably saw Duan Jiangqiu's white and slender legs. His figure was not weak, the muscles on his legs were restrained and tight, and the weight of the pants was not small. .
Meng Yanzhang, who was originally distracted by Duan Jiangqiu, suddenly lost his mind.
Duan Jiangqiu wanted to sleep with him in his last life, so he wanted to do it. Did he mean it?
That's right. Only those who are sick can support others to do it themselves.
At this time, Meng Yanzhang didn't know that there was a person called "pure zero" in the world. ? ? ? ? Duan Jiangqiu was wiped, and Meng Yanzhang's brown sugar and ginger soup was all right. He brought it upstairs for Duan Jiangqiu to drink.
"Can you stabilize yourself?" Meng Yanzhang asked.
Now that you ask, you can or can't.
Duan Jiangqiu used his male duck mulberry and said without shame, "I have no strength."
Meng Yanzhang didn't doubt it at all. He fed Duan Jiangqiu a spoonful and finished this bowl of brown sugar and ginger soup that he wouldn't drink even if he was killed.
It's so bad that I can't wait for my taste to fail.
After drinking brown sugar and ginger soup, Meng Yanzhang gave him a quilt. "You can't kick the quilt, you will be fine if you sweat."
"I'll cook porridge for you."
Duan Jiangqiu nestled in the quilt and nodded to him. "Hmm."
Meng Yanzhang looked at him so well-behaved, and his heart suddenly softened. He raised his hand and touched his head. "Go to sleep for a while."
Until Meng Yanzhang left, Duan Jiangqiu turned over, pulled out his mobile phone, sent a message to Liang Wensi, and entrusted Liang Wensi with something to push the meeting back.
In this regard, Secretary Liang expressed the hope that Mr. Duan would never indulge in male sex and forget that there are still thousands of employees in the company who need to be fed.
Manager Duan: I hope you can go back and brush up your Chinese.
Liang Mi: I hope manager Duan can work hard every day.
Manager Duan: It's not without reason that you pay attention to solitary life.
Liang Mi: Being single for the rise of Lan Xin.
Duan Jiangqiu coughed twice violently and turned off his mobile phone. It really made him angry with his secretary. He shouldn't have chosen a secretary based on his face.
But when I think of Meng Yanzhang's gentleness today, his lips can't stop smiling, and suddenly I have some fatuous thoughts. I really want to get sick every day.
...
Duan Jiangqiu's high fever recurred at night. Meng Yanzhang didn't listen to him anyway, wrapped his clothes and picked up the car keys downstairs behind his back.
A black Bugatti broke through the night, just like a swift cheetah, and instantly disappeared on the highway.
Late at night, the nurse in the hospital yawned wearily.
Suddenly, a tall young man ran into the hospital hall with a man wrapped up so tightly that he couldn't even see his gender.
"He has a high fever and is in a coma." Meng Yanzhang serious said to the nurse.
"Put him on the bed in the emergency room." The nurse rang the bell and called, and another nurse quickly measured Duan Jiangqiu's blood pressure.
Meng Yanzhang looked at Duan Jiangqiu, who was as white as a sheet in his arms, and his heart was pulled.
After a night of chaos, Duan Jiangqiu's high fever finally subsided.
His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. The scenery in front of him gradually focused, and Meng Yanzhang's gaunt sleeping face greeted him.
Meng Yanzhang sat in a chair, lying on Duan Jiangqiu's bed, sleeping soundly with his head sideways.
Duan Jiangqiu's eyes rested on their clasped hands, and suddenly his heart felt like a drum roll. He didn't know whether he was holding Meng Yanzhang's hand after burning confused or Meng Yanzhang took the initiative to hold his hand.
Suddenly, he had an idea.
Regardless of whether Meng Yanzhang is straight or bent, he will get this person. Meng Yanzhang is single, and he is also single. Why can't he pursue Meng Yanzhang, but he has to give him to an unknown woman?
He bet that no one in this world loves this person more than he does, and no one is more willing to be kind to this person than he is. Since he can't trust Meng Yanzhang to anyone, it is more reassuring to hold it in his own hands.
"Are you awake? Your brother took care of you last night, but he was worried sick. " A nurse came in to see Duan Jiangqiu awake and talked to him enthusiastically.
I was busy last night, and when the patient's condition stabilized, the two nurses on duty suddenly noticed that the two sick people and those who took people to see a doctor were very handsome.
Duan Jiangqiu's lips smiled, and she looked at the nurse with a hot face.
"He is not my brother."
"That ..." The nurse was just about to ask what it was not my brother. Last night, the handsome boy was always busy in and out without touching the ground. Before she asked a word, she suddenly noticed the two men holding hands.
Suddenly, my heart is like a mirror, and my heart says that all handsome guys like handsome guys these days.
"Your boyfriend is so kind to you."
Duan Jiangqiu smiled without a word, and the nurse took his temperature again. When he left, Meng Yanzhang woke up leisurely.
"Still have a fever?" Meng Yanzhang bleary-eyed, subconsciously raised my hand to touch Duan Jiangqiu's forehead.
The line of sight gradually became clear, and Duan Jiang's smiling face like spring flowers came into view. "No more burning, thank you, thank you."
Even though he is still sick, Duan Jiangqiu's face looks very white, and Meng Yanzhang's heart moves, and he can't tell what this airy and soft feeling is.
"That's good." He withdrew his hand, paused and said, "You're welcome."
In the early morning air, something seems to be wrapped in a little sweetness and passed through the hall with the wind.