Allow her to be pampered

Wu Qingzhi never needed to ask for proof from Chi Rong's mouth. Her mouth was far less frank than her expression, nor was her behavior more direct.

Whether Chi Rong likes him or not, Wu Qing's heart is like a mirror.

As the two of them get along day and night, they have gradually developed such a self-awareness and tacit understanding.

The two spent the afternoon in a vague and greasy atmosphere, and took a rest for a while, then Wu Qingzhi called the housekeeper, saying that he would take out the gift list at the time of marriage and count one or two.

Wu Qingzhi was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, flipping through pages of paper with his fingertips in a gentle manner.

He stuck to a pen with a tortoiseshell pattern, changed to red ink, and drew a few strokes on the list.

Chi Rong didn't know what he meant, so she leaned over to watch, but saw that the circles were all cloth.

"You want to cut clothes?" Chi Rong asked.

Wu Qingzhi replied with a smile: "It is said that the clothes made of wedding cloth in the dowry are good, so I wanted to cut a few. My father-in-law will return to the country soon, and it is a good thing for the family reunion. You and I wear new clothes to suit the occasion."

After all, he ordered his servants to present the cloth one by one.

The day before the wedding, it's not that Chi Rong hadn't seen the things brought by the Wu family, they were all top-quality goods, and a glance would be regarded as an eye-opener, so Chi Rong really didn't look at them carefully.

When I saw it today, I was even more impressed.

The first thing to look at is the fabric for Chi Rong's tailoring. Wu Qingzhi has a picky eye. What crimson feather satin and moon white gauze weaving can only be regarded as ordinary patterns. There are a few rare gold-plated lemon yellow satin that hit people's eyes. .

At first, Chi Rong only secretly admired Wu Qingzhi's delicate mind, and how she could think about such trivial matters as cutting new clothes, but now that she has seen the cloth, it is all in her favor, so why should she choose more, so she sighed again Wu Qingzhi was really meticulous about her.

Chi Rong nodded, and Wu Qingzhi ordered a few more plain cloth suits.

Huaqingpitie, Yingcha, green and squirrel gray are clean and cool colors in landscape paintings, so I chose Chi Rong's clothes to match.

Chi Rong was happy in her heart, only thought that Wu Qingzhi understood her preferences very well, but never thought that Wu Qingzhi had more plans for him.

Wu Qingzhi was originally inspired by the water-green cheongsam bought from Dayang Department Store, and today he had a chance to buy a new one, so he had a whim and decided to make the clothes into pairs in the future.

He wants people to see the clothes of the two of them, and they will know that they are a perfect match.

In short, Chi Rong and him were pretending to be lovers overtly and secretly.

In this way, the appearance of a man and a woman can complement each other even more.

The 30-year-old Tieshu always takes pains to show off his affection.

He told the housekeeper to make an appointment with a tailor to come tomorrow for a measurement. After finishing the matter, Wu Qingzhi and Chi Rong went up to the second floor and rested on the sofa.

At noon, the sun is warming up.Holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, he occasionally coughed with a very restrained voice.

Chi Rong was sitting at the coffee table doing homework, but Wu Qingzhi would cough from time to time, and the coughing would get worse. She felt something was wrong and felt nervous, so she put down her pen and said worriedly, "I'll go find a thermometer." , take your temperature first to see if you have a fever again."

These days, precisely because of Wu Qingzhi's illness, she often meets with the foreign doctor Mist Sean. With his demonstration, Chi Rong has already learned how to use the mercury thermometer imperceptibly.

There was a mercury thermometer in Wu Qingzhi's bedside table, and Chi Rong took the thermometer with ease, then pinched one end and shook it a few times in a decent manner, and asked Wu Qingzhi to measure the temperature.

Wu Qingzhi's expression was not good, and he spoke weakly: "Chi Rong, you don't have to worry, I'll just lie down."

Chi Rong knew that Wu Qingzhi's cold was caused by her, so she naturally wanted to take good care of him, so he just ignored his refusal and got up to boil another pot of boiling water.

As soon as Chi Rong left, Wu Qingzhi took out the thermometer.

He looked at the mercury scale against the light, and it showed 99.5 degrees Fahrenheit.

Converted into degrees Celsius, it is 37.5 degrees.

It's just a low-grade fever, which is nothing to adults.

Wu Qingzhi clicked his tongue.

He did have some fatigue, but not as much as he made it out to be.

Wu Qingzhi fetched the teacup, and put the mercury tip against the outer wall of the cup, and within a moment, the mercury scale jumped up quickly.

It's 102 degrees Fahrenheit right now.It's about 39 degrees Celsius.

Wu Qingzhi clamped the thermometer back to his armpit without changing his face.

Chi Rong pinched the watch and boiled hot water and came back to see Wu Qingzhi was very haggard, with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

She pushed Wu Qingzhi a few times before he woke up lazily, took out the thermometer and handed it to her.

Chi Rong looked at the mercury scale, and saw that the scale was hanging high at one end of the thermometer, it was 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and he was shocked.

"How do you calculate this... 102 minus 32 equals 70, and then divide by... how much?"

When it was time to use the book, Fang hated it, and in a hurry, Chi Rong forgot the algorithm of converting Fahrenheit to Celsius, so he had no choice but to turn around and ask Wu Qingzhi for help.

Wu Qingzhi gasped: "1.8."

Chi Rong grabbed a pen and quickly typed a draft in the exercise book, and came up with a number, 39.

Chi Rong stared blankly, his face turned earthy with fright: "How could you have such a high fever! I'll help you to lie on the bed first, and then call Mister Sean!"

Wu Qingzhi waved his hand: "No, it's more convenient for me to talk to him directly."

This is true, Mist Sean can't speak Chinese, and Chi Rong can't speak English well, so it is obviously more appropriate for Wu Qingzhi to call him in person.

Chi Rong has no doubts about him.

Wu Qingzhi dialed the phone and chatted a lot with Mist Sean. He had been in England for more than ten years, and he spoke with an authentic accent and very fast. phone.

"What did Sean Mister say?" Chi Rong supported Wu Qingzhi to the bedside, with shame in his eyes, "Is it serious, is he going to come over and give you salt water?"

Wu Qingzhi put on a calm expression: "It's okay, just let me take some antipyretics to keep warm."

"Then are you suffering now? I'll get a cold water veil and apply it to your forehead."

Chi Rong stood up hastily, but Wu Qingzhi grabbed his wrist abruptly, he was unprepared at this moment, and staggered and fell on Wu Qingzhi's chest.

Wu Qingzhi's body was indeed very hot, and Chi Rong believed that his high fever was unbearable.

"Chi Rong, it's cold."

Wu Qingzhi said in a low voice.

He folded his arms and pulled Chi Rong into his arms, hugged him tightly, resting his chin on Chi Rong's shoulder socket, and when he looked sideways, he could see the little red mole on the back of her neck again.

Wu Qingzhi licked his lips impatiently.

"Chi Rong, let me hug you, it's cold."

Wu Qingzhi originally wanted to take the cold reception from last night and take the opportunity of having a low-grade fever to get back from Chi Rong affectionately. Unexpectedly, Chi Rong was so nice to him that he couldn't control it, so the fever became even worse. The thermometer, I just want to keep dominating her.

Chi Rong was frightened by the eye-catching mercury scale, but Wu Qingzhi had hidden so many thoughts.

She only knew that Wu Qingzhi was afraid of the cold, so she hugged him generously.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, making you sick again." Her voice was as soft as a mosquito.

The scent of osmanthus shampoo remained on Chi Rong's neck, and Wu Qingzhi was buried in her body fragrance, so he couldn't help kissing her neck.

"Chi Rong, it's not your fault if you make thousands of mistakes. I'm not afraid of getting sick. I've always taken medicine since I was a child, and it's become a routine. I just want you to be well."

The two hugged each other greasy and crookedly for a long time, Wu Qingzhi felt very satisfied.

Chi Rong has always avoided overly intimate physical contact, and is also half-hearted about occasional kisses. Today, it is really rare to be able to hold Wu Qingzhi so tightly for such a long time.

Wu Qingzhi pressed his lips to her neck, and seeing that she didn't respond, he called softly, "Chi Rong, Chi Rong?"

The only response to him was Chi Rong's gentle breathing.

It turned out that Chi Rong was woken up from a lazy sleep this morning, and she didn't have enough rest, and it was a good time to take a nap in the afternoon. She curled up in Wu Qingzhi's arms and felt warm and comfortable, but she fell asleep without knowing it.

Wu Qingzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he gently laid her flat on the bed and stuffed her into the bed.

Chi Rong in the dream babbled.

After Chi Rong was settled, Wu Qingzhi picked up her homework and looked through it.

After a simple inspection, the Chinese language counts, so there is no need to say much, even the most difficult English is written extremely seriously.

Wu Qingzhi only felt a sense of relief spontaneously.

Today after lunch and just now, Chi Rong was doing homework.Xu Shi was enlightened, and Wu Qingzhi didn't beat her, she also began to have self-awareness.

Jiang Mengguang teased him that marrying a wife is like raising a child, which is true.