President, don't be arrogant!

night, very quiet.

The sound of breathing in the ear was getting heavier and heavier, like a cicada on a tree in summer, it was endless, making people upset and irritable, and Wei Zixi couldn't sleep even more.

Sometimes, she really hates her extraordinary good hearing.

After turning over twice, I finally sat up uncontrollably, and said in the direction of the sofa, "Xiao Han, are you uncomfortable?"

There was a painful breathing in the darkness, but there was no response.

Wei Zixi sat for a while, turned on the light, and before he got out of bed and walked into the sofa, he saw Xiao Han lying on the sofa, with a body of 1.8 meters curled up into a ball, eyes closed, brows furrowed, and a stern face Already drenched with sweat.

"Xiao, Han..." She tried to call him again.

Xiao Han panted, slowly opened his closed eyes, and glanced at her calmly, closing them again as if he didn't see her.

Wei Zixi sized him up. Although he was covered with a thin quilt, he could vaguely see that his hands seemed to be covering his stomach.

Does he have a stomach problem?

"Xiao Han, do you have a stomachache?" She asked again.

Xiao Han closed his eyes, still not responding.

More fine beads of sweat ooze from the forehead, soaking the roots of the hair, and the hair is lying down softly, with no arrogance or arrogance in between.

Wei Zixi didn't bother herself anymore, she got up and went back to the bed.

It doesn't matter to him that he died of pain.

Lie back on the soft big bed, cover the quilt, and prepare to turn off the lights.

Fingertips touched the switch and stopped.

After hesitating and struggling for half a minute, he finally got up, walked out of the bedroom, and went downstairs.

Xiao Han was lying on the sofa and heard her footsteps as if he was going downstairs, but he didn't care about her.

At this moment, the stomach cramps were so painful that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

About a quarter of an hour later, Wei Zixi came back.

Holding a tray in his hand, there is a bowl of noodles, a medicine box and a cup of warm water in the tray.

Wei Zixi put the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa, glanced at Xiao Han who had his eyes closed, and said softly: "I asked the servant to cook the noodles, the servant took the medicine, and the servant poured the water." , I’m only responsible for bringing it up, I haven’t touched anything else.”

He is a patient, she is a doctor, she just did what a doctor should do, and the rest is up to the patient.

Wei Zixi went back to bed and lay down, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Xiao Han didn't move for a long time, until half an hour later, he seemed to hear her even breathing, and opened his closed eyes.

There is a sleep light in the room, the light is dim, and there is a sense of old movie screen.

The noodles on the tea table were already cold and thickened together.

The man hesitated for a moment, then sat up slowly, keeping his hands on his stomach, the pain between his brows did not decrease by half.

Bending down with chopsticks in one hand, he began to eat.

Because it was cold, the taste was really bad, and he couldn't eat it after a few bites.

He picked up the cup to drink water, took the medicine, and then lay down again.

After waiting for 10 minutes, the medicine took effect, the pain was not so painful, and I fell asleep in a daze when I felt sleepy.

The woman who was asleep suddenly opened her eyes, and her star pupils were clear.

Gently got up, glanced at the sleeping man on the sofa, his expression seemed to be less uncomfortable, and he couldn't stop shaking his head.

What a shame!

She got up and walked to the sofa, ready to take down the dinner plate. She didn't like the smell of food in the room, which would affect her sleep.

When his fingers picked up the dinner plate, Xiao Han turned over, most of the thin quilt on his body slipped to the ground, and his hands were still pressing on his stomach.

She put down the dinner plate, picked up the quilt and gently covered him again, her eyes fell on his handsome face, his peaceful sleeping face was like a child's, defenseless.

After so many years, he doesn't seem to have changed much.

only--

"You really don't remember me at all?"

The slight sigh drifted to the distance with the wind, gradually dissipating, leaving only a room of silence.