Quick Travel: There must be sugar in your pocket

Chapter 235 Really Fever
"Fever."

Wei Xincheng said lightly.

"Fever?" Qu Xiaoming was a little dumbfounded before he recovered.

His hand also touched his forehead.

After soaking in cold water for half an hour, you have a fever?When did he become so weak?
"No...it's quite normal..."

"Wei Xincheng, don't talk nonsense, you are cursing me for not sleeping well at night!"

Qu Xiaoming didn't believe Wei Xincheng's nonsense at all, and even gave Wei Xincheng a glare.

Wei Xincheng pursed his lips and smiled lightly.

Qu Xiaoming was stunned by this smile, how could this man be so good-looking?He will only provoke women.

Wei Xincheng didn't answer, and asked, "Are there any guest rooms?"

"What are you doing?" Qu Xiaoming looked wary.

"Too lazy to go back."

What Wei Xincheng said was a matter of course, leaving Qu Xiaoming speechless.

If Wei Xincheng hadn't saved him, he would have to throw Wei Xincheng out.

"Then you sleep on the sofa."

Qu Xiaoming pointed to the sofa casually.

Wei Xincheng glanced at the small sofa with disgust.

Sitting is just fine, sleeping is simply not enough.

"I saved you."

Wei Xincheng's expression obviously means, I saved you, so you let me sleep on the small sofa?
It's so dishonest.

Qu Xiaoming also took a look at his sofa, it was indeed a bit small, but his house was small, with only one bedroom.

Could it be that he still let Wei Xincheng sleep with him?There is nothing wrong with sleeping with a man, but it is absolutely impossible for him to share a bed with Wei Xincheng!

He doesn't want to sleep with Wei Xincheng!

Qu Xiaoming said unhappily, "Then you sleep on the bed and I sleep on the floor, okay?"

He is obviously the master, but he can only give up his bed to his love rival!
Wei Xincheng smiled with satisfaction.

Qu Xiaoming curled his lips, "I do have some unused pants, but I don't have any unworn clothes. If you mind..."

"I do not mind."

Qu Xiaoming: I mind!
In the end, Qu Xiaoming could only reluctantly prepare Wei Xincheng for a change of clothes.

It was already very late, and after tossing and tossing for so long, Qu Xiaoming felt sleepy, so he made a bed for himself and went to bed first, regardless of Wei Xincheng who was still taking a bath.

Coming out of the bathroom, Qu Xiaoming was already sound asleep.

Wei Xincheng bent down, stretched out his hand to check the temperature on Qu Xiaoming's forehead.

It seems to be hotter than before, and I will have a fever.

Wei Xincheng slept very lightly, and he didn't know how long it had passed before he heard Qu Xiaoming's uncomfortable moaning.

Sighing, he got out of bed, stretched out his hand to check the temperature of Qu Xiao Ming's forehead.

It's really hot.

He patted Qu Xiaoming's cheek lightly, wanting to wake him up.

"Qu Xiaoming? Qu Xiaoming?"

Qu Xiaoming stared in bewilderment, opened his eyes slightly to look at Wei Xincheng who was close at hand.

"Ok?"

Whispering softly is like being coquettish.

"I have a fever, do you have antipyretics at home?"

Qu Xiaoming's head was very heavy, and he foolishly said, "Fever?"

Wei Xincheng patted Qu Xiaoming's cheek unceremoniously and asked, "Where is the medicine?"

"In...in the cupboard under the TV..."

"Why are you... hit me..." Qu Xiaoming was aggrieved.

Wei Xincheng: "..."

It seems that the brain is really burnt out.

He got up and went to the living room to find the medicine.

They were neatly arranged, and Wei Xincheng found them quickly.

I poured a cup of hot water from the thermos and took it into the bedroom.

Qu Xiaoming also took the medicine obediently, and soon fell asleep again.

Wei Xincheng carried Qu Xiaoming to the bed, covered him with a thick quilt, and then applied a cold towel to Qu Xiaoming's forehead.

When the towel is hot, soak it in cold water and apply it again, which also helps Qu Xiaoming wipe away his sweat.

He was not very sleepy, so he took care of Qu Xiaoming without complaint.

After the fever subsided, Wei Xincheng slept next to Qu Xiaoming.

Before going to bed, I set a vibrating alarm clock, fearing that Qu Xiaoming would burn again.

As soon as the alarm clock rang, he raised his hand to touch Qu Xiaoming's forehead. If it wasn't hot, he continued to sleep.

Originally, Wei Xincheng thought to deliberately sleep later than Qu Xiaoming, but then he really went to bed later.

Qu Xiaoming woke up, not to mention how terrified he was, why did he sleep on the bed?Wei Xincheng is still beside him?Did they last night again? ...

Qu Xiaoming lowered his head in panic, and was relieved to see that the clothes were still there and that he was still intact.

At the same time, the memories of last night flooded back into his mind like a flood.

He looked at Wei Xincheng who was sleeping next to him with a complicated expression, and for the first time questioned his opinion of Wei Xincheng in his heart.

In his impression, Wei Xincheng was indifferent, unhuman, and had no conscience.

But how could such a person take care of him whole night!

Could it be that he wrongly blamed Wei Xincheng?
But Wei Xincheng is not kind to Zhuzhu at all, and even wants to sacrifice Zhuzhu to save Xi Zhenzhen.

Or... Wei Xincheng loves Xi Zhenzhen so much that he doesn't even want a conscience?

Is it necessary to love a hypocritical woman like Xi Zhenzhen so much? ...

Involuntarily, Qu Xiaoming felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Zhuzhu, why do you love Wei Xincheng so much?

Qu Xiaoming couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out.

He looked down at Wei Xincheng who was sleeping peacefully.

The sleeping Wei Xincheng didn't have any icy air, but added a little softness.

If Wei Xincheng had been as gentle as last night, more women would definitely post it. If he was a woman, he would want to post it too.

It seems a little too much to think about.

Qu Xiaoming, with reddish cheeks, shook off the messy thoughts in his head, and got out of bed gently.

After washing up, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

When I opened the refrigerator and saw the ingredients inside, I decided to make shrimp porridge.

Shrimp is always in the refrigerator.

Because Zhuzhu likes to eat, he will often make it. Shrimp porridge is his best.

When Wei Xincheng eats his shrimp porridge, he will definitely be impressed by his cooking skills.

Thinking of this, Qu Xiaoming smiled on his face.

One needs to be able to cook in one's life, and a rich second generation like Wei Xincheng who is not in the sun must not. In terms of cooking skills, he can finally beat Wei Xincheng.

He had just finished making the porridge when he heard the sound of water running in the bathroom.

I quickly took a small bowl and filled it with half a bowl of porridge to enjoy the coolness.

After a while, Wei Xincheng can drink warm shrimp porridge.

Seeing Wei Xincheng coming out, Qu Xiaoming was inexplicably nervous.

At this time, Wei Xincheng had put back on the suit he wore last night, looking serious.

He unnaturally waved to Wei Xincheng, "Wei Xincheng, breakfast is ready."

Wei Xincheng walked over and sat down.

Qu Xiaoming moved the freshly filled porridge to Wei Xincheng.

"Thank you." Wei Xincheng said lightly.

"No...you're welcome..."

For some reason, his face became hot again, and he quickly took a big mouthful of porridge.

Almost scalded him to death.

He secretly observed Wei Xincheng's expression, wanting to see Wei Xincheng's satisfied appearance.

But he saw Wei Xincheng frowned, then picked up the chopsticks to pick up the shrimp one by one, and put them in his bowl.

Don't you like shrimp? ...

Qu Xiaoming felt a little depressed.

(End of this chapter)