The host is irritable every day

Chapter 94 Xiao Qingmei is a little difficult to deal with (36)

With Tang Junchen still around, she couldn't express her thoughts about staying with someone tonight, so she tried to be as subtle as possible.

"Dad, Tang Junchen not only has a bad throat, he also has a fever."

That said, I don't know if her father's head full of medical skills can understand what she means.

In the end, "Xiao Wan, it's not dad who said you. Jun Chen is also your good friend. If he is sick, should you take good care of him as a friend?"

When Father Qi said this, Qi Wan's fingers holding the phone trembled, almost laughing out loud.

It seems that they communicated with each other and stood a united front in the matter of taking down Tang Junchen.

Qi Wan glanced halfway at Tang Junchen, then pressed the speaker, and coughed twice uncomfortably, "Dad, what did you say, can you say it again?"

So, Qi's father repeated it again naturally, and through the loudspeaker, it was accurately transmitted to Tang Junchen's ears.

After hanging up the phone, Qi Wan returned the phone to him, and said helplessly, "I'll take care of you tonight, and you heard it too. I have to obey the task my father gave me."

The acting is superb.

There is no doubt that the meaning of helplessness is true.

Tang Junchen took the phone in doubt, his eyes darkened for a moment, "I don't need your care, and you don't have to be forced to accept it, I can tell my uncle."

After finishing speaking, I really wanted to pick up the phone again and make a call.

"do not!"

Qi Wan threw herself at his hand holding the phone, but when she suddenly raised her arm, she couldn't withstand the force of the throw, and her whole face hit his leg.

The tip of the nose seems to have hit something...something.

"..."

Tang Jun moved his lips, his flushed face was extremely obvious in the darkness, his heart throbbed, he felt that his fever had increased again...

Nervous, Adam's apple slid twice, grabbed Qi Wan by the back collar of her loose hair, and lifted her whole.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw the man covering his nose with both hands and closing his eyes. He didn't know whether it was because he was shy or because he was hurt. The redness on his ears was very conspicuous.

...

Along the way, the two were silent in embarrassment because of the sudden accident.

The hotel where Tang Junchen lives is called Huangji Hotel.

When they arrived at their destination, the two got off the car one after another. Tang Junchen walked in front and walked to the front desk first instead of pressing the elevator.

"A single room."

The man is good-looking, with delicate features, gentle and gentle, and his voice at this moment is even hoarse than usual.

The front desk lady's throat tightened, she was fascinated.

"Miss, I want a single room." Thinking that no one heard it, Tang Junchen raised his volume and repeated it lightly.

The front desk lady finally came back to her senses, fumbled for the mouse, and checked the computer for room numbers.

There is one single room left.

She was just about to smile and tell her, but as far as she could see, behind the person in front of her, a beautiful girl in a white dress curled her lips without a smile, clenched her hand into a fist, and raised it in mid-air to threaten her. Shaking, the whole face is cold and thin.

The lady at the front desk was shocked, and hurriedly changed her words when she said "there is a room": "Sir, we...we don't have a single room here."

Tang Junchen frowned, "Then..."

Receiving the dangerous glances that the girl continued to cast, the front desk lady swallowed and waved her hands while panicking, "They are all gone, and other room types are gone too!"

Tang Junchen: "..."

Glancing back from the corner of his eye, Qi Wan's chill subsided for a second, and he saw her obediently holding her hands behind her back, with a smile on her clear brows.

Seeing him looking at him, he blinked twice, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The lady at the front desk: "..."

He obviously had a fierce look on his face just now...

These days... do pretty girls change their faces like this?

Tang Junchen knew what Qi Wan meant.

Maybe it was because he was so uncomfortable tonight, his head was hot and he was groggy, that he actually acquiesced in her actions.

Tang Junchen's room was booked in advance by the hospital, and he was in the same hotel as Chi Jiaqi and Chi's father, on the same floor.

At about 12:30, Qi Wan took a shower, with bare face, natural red lips and white teeth, wearing a baggy white T-shirt and short sports pants, revealing two white, slender and straight legs.

While wiping wet hair leisurely with a dry towel in his hand, he sat on the bed and watched TV.

However, although people are watching TV, their minds are distracted by the sound of water in the bathroom from time to time.

Qi Wan pursed her lips, then patted her cheek fiercely with both hands to regain her senses.

It's too beastly.

People are still sick.

Can't think, don't think too much.

Shaking his head, he took out a packet of antipyretic powder from the black plastic bag on the bedside table, and went to boil some water to help brew it.

With a "click", the bathroom door opened, Tang Junchen wiped his hair, and walked out facing the hot water vapor wafting from inside.

He was wearing a pure white T-shirt with a slightly wider neckline and black trousers, which were tight.

Some drops of water dripped from the tail of the wet hair, along the clear outline of the face, chin, and Adam's apple, and slid down to the slender neck, some of them meandered on the crescent-shaped collarbone, and the rest got into his collar middle.

There are no fans in the hotel, only air conditioning.

Because people are sick, the temperature of the air conditioner is not very low, 24°C.

I don't know if it's because her wet hair is touching her neck, but Qi Wan feels so hot.

"you……"

The two looked at each other for a moment, and said a word in unison, but no one went down.

In the end, it was Tang Junchen who broke the silence.

He casually put the dry hair towel on the back of his neck, walked up to her, took the anti-fever medicine that had been brewed in her hand naturally, and drank it all in one gulp.

Putting down the empty cup, he looked at her again, "Thank you."

Qi Wan swallowed, "...You're welcome."

Looking at the empty cup that was placed on the table, there were still some clearly visible unfinished residues at the bottom, she pursed her lips, and pressed the back of her hand to his forehead, which was still at the same temperature as before.

"Are you feeling better now?"

I'm a little impatient.

In terms of medicine, Qi Wan is so-called ignorant.

So-so, he can't even take care of himself, let alone take care of others.

I don’t know if it’s late at night, the night is dark and hazy, and the dim bedside lamp reveals a lingering melody in the dim light.

Probably because there was no one to disturb her, the person was very sick, and they were in the same room, Tang Junchen actually lowered his head slightly to cooperate with her, slightly drooping his usually cold eyelids, his eyelashes were drawn down, and curved.

"How can there be any immediate effect after drinking the medicine?"

Although his voice was deep and hoarse, his tone was rare and gentle.

Qi Wan rolled her throat, and asked seriously, "Then, when will it be effective?"

"...tomorrow."

Qi Wan blinked, turned her head and looked at the big bed, and then at the sofa that was less than a quarter of the size of the big bed, making a careful and wise decision.

"Those who are sick should have a good rest, and don't be careless when sleeping. You will sleep on the bed tonight, and I will sleep on the sofa."

Tang Junchen raised his eyelids to look at her. Can the thin skin and tender flesh who fought with him for [-] rounds to grab the bed earlier sleep on the sofa?
(End of this chapter)