The Pillow of the Bad President

Thinking that when he got out of the car just now, it was like a ghost floating in the night, Sang Xiaoyu frowned, and stretched out his hand to gently open the door. .

Putting the key in her hand on the porch cabinet, she tentatively called out "beast" twice at the door, but there was no movement inside. After hesitating for a while, she dragged her slippers and walked inside.

Just after passing through the hallway, he saw Qin Sinian reclined on the sofa.

He didn't even take off his leather shoes, and so did his white coat. He just nestled on top of it, his arms were wrapped around his chest, his chin was almost on his chest, his peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, and he didn't relax until the sound of footsteps came to him. Open it slowly.

It's just that the speed is very slow, as if it took a lot of effort.

Looking at each other, Sang Xiaoyu explained embarrassingly, "When I got out of the car just now, I accidentally put the car keys in my pocket!"

"Really." Qin Sinian's lips moved slightly.

With just those two words, he seemed very tired, his Adam's apple rolled several times, his chest was panting slightly, and his voice was still very hoarse.

Seeing that his face was a little abnormal, his eyes were much looser than before, and it was not easy to focus, Sang Xiaoyu frowned, and couldn't help asking, "Beast, are you sick?"

Qin Sinian supported the back of the sofa with his arms and sat up a little.

Seeing this, Sang Xiaoyu put his hand on his forehead and whispered, "Why is it so hot!"

Qin Sinian shook his head, just now her little hands were pressed against his skin, as if a coolness had finally ushered in the hot desert, he pulled the corners of his lips, "Maybe I have a fever, after returning from South Africa, I I've been having some colds repeatedly, so it shouldn't be a big deal!"

How can it be no big deal?

Sang Xiaoyu curled up her fingers now, the residual temperature on them was also frighteningly high, "If you are like this, you should go back to the hospital for a while to reduce the fever!"

"I don't want to go back to the hospital." Qin Sinian said in a low voice.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart tightened.

She knew that he didn't want to go back to the hospital now because of his deceased grandma...

Sang Xiaoyu had no choice but to say instead, "There should be antipyretics at home, right? You take two tablets!"

"Maybe!" Qin Sinian put an arm on his eyebrows, and leaned back uncomfortably.

Seeing this, Sang Xiaoyu, who had just come in and returned the car keys before leaving, squeezed her fingers, turned and walked into the bedroom.

Going straight inside, opened the cabinet next to the window, and found the medicine box in the bottom partition, and it was still in the old place. She raised her eyes and looked around. In fact, she had noticed from the moment she entered the room that the The layout has not changed...

Even a small object still retains its original place.

Although he has been aiding Tibet for the past six months, the house is spotless, but it just feels a little less popular.

Sang Xiaoyu swallowed, found two antipyretics from the medicine box, then got up and went to the kitchen, got a glass of warm water and came out.

She leaned over and handed over the water glass and the pills, "Beast, take the medicine!"

"Okay." Qin Sinian said hoarsely.

Watching him swallow the medicine with his head up, Sang Xiaoyu frowned, "You can't lie on the sofa, you should go back to the bedroom!"

"Yeah." Qin Sinian nodded, he was like a marionette at the moment, obediently obeying instructions, but due to illness, his movements were a little slow, it took him a long time to get up from the sofa, and then move to the bedroom.

Sang Xiaoyu saw that his footsteps were a little sloppy, and after hesitating for two seconds, he stepped forward to help him.

Her fingers touched his strong forearm. She didn't know if it was because of the temperature above. Her whole heart was burned, especially the familiar big bed that was getting closer and closer. There were too many entangled memories. up...

Supporting him on top, he only took off his white coat and coat, and pulled off the quilt beside him.

Seeing that more flushing had appeared on that handsome face, Sang Xiaoyu turned around and went into the bathroom, soaked in cold water, wrung out a towel, folded it and placed it on his forehead.

Due to the fever, white foam has formed on the skin of the mouth.

Sang Xiaoyu couldn't help being a little worried. If you don't go to the hospital in such a situation, you don't know if the fever will subside after the medicine takes effect.

She struggled again and again, but in the end she didn't leave immediately, but stayed, wanting to wait until his fever subsides before leaving.

After all, once was a husband and wife, if there is anything that can help at this time, try to help.

As if eager to prove something to herself, Sang Xiaoyu told herself, then pulled up a chair, and stood beside the big bed as if she was accompanying the bed in a hospital.

It's just that as time passed, the night outside became darker and darker, and drowsiness gradually struck.

When Sang Xiaoyu woke up, she found that the sky outside had already dawned at some point, and the bright morning light came in through the window. She was suddenly startled, she didn't expect that she stayed there all night!

Squinting his eyes, when he wanted to raise his hand, he felt resistance.

Looking down, she saw that her hand was tightly clenched with a big hand. She didn't know whether it was she accidentally holding his in her sleep, or he was holding hers.

Sang Xiaoyu swallowed her saliva, and when she subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him, she instantly fell into those opened peach blossom eyes.

There was no bleary feeling inside, it seemed to be much earlier than when she woke up, with a few slender red blood streaks hanging from her, looking at herself deeply for a moment, like a quiet and deep pool.

Sang Xiaoyu's heart was shaking.

She took a deep breath, and when she was a little at a loss, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

Opening her mouth, Sang Xiaoyu finally recovered her voice, "...I'll go and open the door!"

After saying that, she seemed to be running away, got up and ran quickly to the entrance, when her fingertips touched the doorknob, she breathed out twice to calm down her emotions.

The door opened, and a man and a woman stood outside.

Sang Xiaoyu shouted in a daze, "Swallow, second brother!"

"Little fish?" Hao Yan, who was being held by Qin Yinian, saw her, much more than her reaction.

At this time, footsteps came from behind her, and Qin Sinian came out of the bedroom, "Second brother and second sister-in-law, you are here!"

Although the voice is still a little hoarse, but the eyes are no longer so distracted, and the flush on the face has subsided, it seems that the fever should have subsided.

The two entered the door, Qin Yinian and Qin Sinian were discussing the funeral of the old man, Hao Yan secretly pulled her aside, a little surprised and a little excited, "Xiaoyu, you... ah?"

"It's not what you think!" Sang Xiaoyu shook her head, explaining with some embarrassment, "I just heard about my grandma and rushed to the hospital last night, and then he got sick..." After listening to her words, Hao Yan just asked He said, "Xiaoyu, have you really forgotten him in your heart?"

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