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This incident alarmed the leaders. Fortunately, the boy went home by himself and explained the truth to his parents, so the misunderstanding was resolved.

She still has lingering fears.

——Qi Yan, put away your virgin heart, other people's children have nothing to do with you.

The so-called "others" are not others, but Lu Zhiqiao. Although they have no relationship, they are not strangers either.

Qi Yan held on to the wall with her hands, and the cold touch shook her bones. She withdrew her hand, her eyelashes trembling under the bright light, and finally gave up the idea and returned to the room.

The rain has not stopped, and the deeper the night, the heavier it falls.

It was approaching ten o'clock, Qi Yan finished his preparations and went to bed early, brushing his phone while applying a facial mask.In the home-school group, several parents were discussing homework. She glanced roughly, and cut out without saying a word.

There has never been a red dot in the chat box with the star mark on the top. After adding friends that day, except for the photo of the car sent by Lu Zhiqiao, the two have never chatted.The message page time shows Tuesday, and several days have passed without knowing it.

Countless times she wanted to say something, she repeatedly clicked on the keyboard with her fingertips, edited and deleted one sentence, but never sent it.

Lu Zhiqiao's circle of friends is very clean, but also very boring. There are no photos or daily routines, and she only reposts some news links every now and then. From the content, it can be roughly inferred that she is in a sales-related industry, so it is not difficult to understand why she is always so busy.

The rain outside the window made a ticking sound on the leaves, the air-conditioning heater was blowing leisurely, and the orange light by the bed lit up the whole bedroom, which was warm and soft.

Qi Yan was fascinated by staring at Lu Zhiqiao's WeChat avatar, the large piece of elegant and noble purple was just like him.Watching and watching, Violet gradually turned into purple clothes, thinking of Lu Wei again.

When I saw the little girl in the afternoon, she had a stuffy nose and a cough, she looked sick, and there were no adults at home, it was so pitiful, she was still not at ease.

Putting down the phone, lying with her eyes closed for a while, she suddenly sat up like a corpse, threw the mask off her face, threw it into the trash can, went to the bathroom to wash her face, then put on some clothes, grabbed the key and went out, and rang the door on the opposite side. the door.

Even after knocking and ringing the doorbell, no one opened it for a long time.

Qi Yan was worried, thinking that the child might have fallen asleep, so he didn't knock again, and was about to turn around and go back to the room when the door suddenly opened.

A ray of light leaked out, and the room was brightly lit.

"Qi...cough cough...Ms. Qi...cough..." Lu Wei was wrapped in a thick blanket, with a sleepy expression, her whole face was so red that she was about to bleed, and she kept talking. Coughing and shaking uncontrollably.

Qi Yan frowned, raised his hand to reach her forehead.

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The temperature under the palm was scorching hot, Qi Yan's breathing was stagnant, and his heart suddenly clenched.

The child had a fever, and she was stuck at home without saying a word. She was so cold that she would rather wrap herself in a blanket than call her. Fortunately, she came over to take a look, otherwise, if it went on like this, she might die the next day. My brain is burned out.

At that moment, she was both scared and angry, and said anxiously: "Didn't you say you didn't feel well and you wanted to call me? You don't even know you have a fever?" While talking, she dragged people into the room and closed the door with her backhand.

"Where's the thermometer?"

The air conditioner in the living room was running, and the air was warm but dry. Lu Wei was pressed on the sofa, curled up shivering, and said hoarsely, "TV...cough...machine...cough the cabinet below... ..”

She coughed badly, and Qi Yan became more and more worried when he heard it. He rummaged through the box to find a thermometer, and quickly took her temperature.Looking at the girl's flushed little face, no amount of anger disappeared without a trace, leaving only uncontrollable distress.

Maybe it's because of getting older, every time she sees a well-behaved and beautiful little girl, her heart is filled with softness, and she can't help being overflowing with maternal love.Although it is not her own child, the feeling of motherhood seems to be common, and she can't say why.

"Is there any discomfort?" After waiting for a few minutes, Qi Yan poured a glass of warm water for Lu Wei to drink, and gently patted her back with his palm, his voice unconsciously soft.

Lu Wei had to stop to cough after taking a sip of water. She clutched the blanket tightly with her little hand and pressed it against her chest, making a sound like a cat moaning: "Here...cough cough...it hurts..." Coughing hard Yes, she opened her mouth and took a sharp breath, as if she couldn't breathe, with crystal clear tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

That place is—

lung?heart?

Qi Yan's expression suddenly became solemn, and his brows were tightly knit into a ball.

Recently, the temperature dropped sharply, and many people caught colds. She thought that the child just had a bad cold because of the cold, and she would be fine after taking some medicine and resting. However, chest pain and difficulty breathing accompanied the symptoms of the cold. Perhaps it was not that simple. .