Shelf life love

An excellent designer, even if he falls asleep with a fever, he still draws pictures in his dream.

Qi Lin was thinking about the drawings that hadn't been released yet, and the model that hadn't been built yet, so he had dreams for as long as he slept.

The dream was full of fragments. He was drawing a picture for a while, and was drawn into the nightmare he often had.Struggling desperately, he crawled out from a place like a whirlpool, and what he saw were two bloody heads, and all the pictures he had drawn disappeared before the death line...

When he woke up, Qi Lin was sweating profusely, his pupils were almost out of focus.

"Have a nightmare?"

A cold voice came from the side, and Qi Lin noticed that there was another person in the bedroom.

Ye Zhuohan was standing beside the bed with his hands in his trousers.

Qi Lin breathed heavily, staring at Ye Zhuohan blankly.

He seemed to have just escaped from a disaster, in a trance, not yet completely detached from his emotions, his cheeks and eyelashes were wet, and his lips were abnormally red.

Ye Zhuohan frowned, suddenly bent down, and looked at him closely.

The heat in his breath spread over Ye Zhuohan's face.

Ye Zhuohan hooked his chin with his index finger, his tone was gentler than before, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Just the right touch, just the right distance, Qi Lin got up from the sea of ​​ice, was about to freeze, but was wrapped in a thick and warm quilt.

The cold and inexplicable fear faded together, and consciousness gradually returned.

"I..." As soon as I said it, I realized that my throat was uncomfortable.

Ye Zhuohan let him go, picked up the glass on the bedside table, "Drink first."

The water is lukewarm, the most palatable temperature.

At this time, it had been four hours since he fell asleep after taking the medicine.

He wanted to take the cup, but Ye Zhuohan took the cup away.

He raised his eyes, and there was a trace of puzzlement in his sickly eyes.

"You can't hold it steady." Ye Zhuohan sat on the edge of the bed, supported his back with one hand, and handed the cup to his mouth with the other.

He is not in good spirits, but he still wants to refute this sentence.

What do you mean he can't hold it steady?

He just has a fever.

It's not that he got his hand muscle pulled.

But he just murmured these words in his heart, firstly, he didn't have the energy to fight, and secondly, although Ye Zhuohan's expression was cold at this time, his intention was gentle.

The rim of the cup touched the lips.

Qi Lin held Ye Zhuohan's hand reflexively - he had never been fed water, at least not in his memory, so he lifted his hand up naturally, regardless of whether he was using it or not.

He touched Ye Zhuohan's wrist bone.

When secretly drawing Ye Zhuohan in the president's office, his favorite thing to draw was Ye Zhuohan's hands and wrists.

Ye Zhuohan's wrist bones have a particularly restrained and craving artistic sense, when he wears and removes the watch, when he fiddles with the cuff buttons, they all stir up a certain desire deep in the heart.

Qi Lin's hands were very hot, and Ye Zhuohan's wrist bones were slightly cool, which made him feel very comfortable.

After drinking a glass of water, he didn't move his hand away.

Ye Zhuohan was still the same as before, observing whether his fever had subsided by touching his forehead.

"No more burning." Ye Zhuohan said.

Qi Lin came back to his senses, let go of his hand, and touched his forehead, "But it's still uncomfortable."

After speaking, he froze for a moment.

Compared with when I was in the studio, I am much better now, I no longer have a splitting headache, and I no longer have vertigo and tinnitus, but my body is sore and weak after the burn, and I haven't fully recovered yet.

In the same situation, last year he had already "run away" and scolded Fang Qiu.

Gu Rong wanted to let him rest for another day, so he patted his chest and said, "Boss Qi has recovered a long time ago, and you are in such good condition that you can perform a moon landing when you jump up."

But now, he drank the water that Ye Zhuohan fed him, and even told Ye Zhuohan that he was "uncomfortable".

Too squeamish.

Side effects of marriage?

Ye Zhuohan took a thermometer and measured it, and the temperature was indeed normal.

Qi Lin lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

But Ye Zhuohan held down his waist.

Qi Lin: "???"

Is this bad?

"Where are you going?" Ye Zhuohan asked.

"I'm sweating, I'm going to take a shower." Qi Lin said with great spirit of a model worker, "Then go to work."

Ye Zhuohan frowned, "Do you want to go back to the studio?"

The curtains were not drawn tightly, and the sky had changed from bright to dark purple.

But the design industry is so busy that day and night, Qi Lin said, "I want to see the pictures."

Ye Zhuohan directly pushed the person back, "No."

Qi Lin: "Huh?"

"You are not allowed to go anywhere tonight, and you will have another day off tomorrow." Ye Zhuohan said forcefully, "It depends on the situation the day after tomorrow."

Qi Lin widened his eyes.

He "run away" the visual director dignifiedly, never absent from work for two days because of illness!

Ye Zhuohan let go of his hand, "But if you just get out of bed and take a shower, it's fine."

"No!" Qi Lin hadn't recovered from the force of being pushed down on the bed, "You just decided for me?"

I don't do it!

"Do you have objections?" Ye Zhuohan raised his eyebrows.

"Of course I have!"

"turn down."

"you!"

"I'm your boss. When I tell you to rest, you must rest."

Qi Lin took a deep breath, his chest bulging.

After a while, he suddenly said: "You might as well say that you are my husband!"

The most annoying thing is to be oppressed by the bourgeoisie!

Ye Zhuohan: "What did you say?"

Qi Lin just said it casually, and only after he finished speaking did he recall it.

What he wanted to express was—you can persuade me to rest as a partner, but you can’t bully others and give me orders as a boss.

But it turns sour when you say it.

What about my husband's boss, there is no other explanation except that I didn't learn Chinese well.

Qi Lin glanced at Ye Zhuohan, "Uh..."

Ye Zhuohan narrowed his eyes slightly, "All right."

Qi Lin: "???"

What's the matter?

Ye Zhuohan smiled and said, "My husband told you to rest."

Qi Lin: "..."

So angry.

1 minutes later.

Ye Zhuohan was condescending, "Are you playing tricks? Or acting like a baby?"

Qi Linru was struck by lightning.

How could he act like a baby?

Ye Zhuohan moved his eyelids, "You said just now that you wanted to take a bath, but now you have been lying in the pig's position for 3 minutes."

Qi Lin was speechless.

He was just silently digesting the anger that Ye Zhuohan made him suffer.

So much so that the carp didn't fight right away!

And then again, who pushed him down just now?

He's clearly sitting up!

Ye Zhuohan, why is he so good at suing the wicked first?

Ye Zhuohan spread his hands, "I allow you to ask me for a hug."

Qi Lin: "No need."

But Ye Zhuohan still helped him when he got up.

After taking a bath, Qi Lin felt better.

Coming out of the bathroom, Ye Zhuohan was no longer in the room.

He quickly picked up his mobile phone and called Huang Yu to ask about the progress of the work.

"Boss!" Huang Yu's voice was as festive as ever, "Are you feeling better?"

"It's better. I won't go there tonight, and you can send me the picture later."

"You can rest assured, we are here!"

After chatting for ten minutes, Qi Lin was relieved and felt guilty when he learned that things were going well.

If Ye Zhuohan hadn't trapped him here, he would definitely go to the studio tonight.

But Ye Zhuohan was right. Although his fever subsided, he was not in good condition and really needed to rest.

Entrepreneurs suffer, entrepreneurs are tired.

The entrepreneur's stomach growled.

Qi Lin was hungry, and vaguely remembered that Secretary Xu had sent a lot of food.

At that time, he was still greeting Secretary Xu.

But Secretary Xu ignored him, looking at him with a little panic.

Did I say "pretty secretary"?

In the kitchen on the first floor, Ye Zhuohan brought out a bowl of soup.

Most of the food that Xu Quan brought was semi-finished products, which could be eaten after boiling and steaming.

Ye Zhuohan didn't like to let the Ye family's cook come to Chenzhuang, so he had to do so.

"Hungry?" Ye Zhuohan said, "Let's eat right away."

Qi Lin looked at the dishes on the table, but he had no appetite.

Reasonably speaking, these dishes are top-notch in terms of ingredients and workmanship, not only taking into account the patient's stomach, but also taking into account the patient's appetite, not just light water.

The aroma is tangy, but Qi Lin just doesn't want to eat it.

For no reason, he remembered the fish porridge that Ye Zhuohan sent last time.

Fresh and tender, just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

But now it is impossible to eat fish porridge.

Ye Zhuohan said that it was made by the chef of the Ye family.

If the chef is not there, then there is no food.

Qi Lin sighed, but suddenly became agitated.

The casserole he saw by chance while making pancakes was for porridge stewing.

Ye Zhuohan asked: "Why don't you eat?"

Qi Lin looked at Ye Zhuohan suspiciously.

"Huh?" Ye Zhuohan said, "What do you want to say?"

It was the first time in Qi Lin's life that he made trouble in front of a man without reason, "I want to eat fish porridge."

Ye Zhuohan paused while holding the chopsticks, obviously stunned, "Fish porridge?"

Qi Lin felt that he was very unreasonable now, but a voice in his heart said - you are sick, you have a fever, you have a husband, and if you have a husband, don't act like a baby, are you stupid?

Lin·Strong-bone·Qi, was persuaded.

"On the night when we took the wedding photos, I didn't have dinner, so you came and brought me a supper." Qi Lin was sitting upright, with his hands folded on the edge of the table, with a begging attitude, "I don't have any appetite, I just want to Eat that."

Ye Zhuohan stared at him, silent.

After all, it was the first time to make trouble out of no reason, and he was not yet familiar with the business, Qi Lin felt that in one minute, he would retreat.

But Ye Zhuohan stood up and asked an irrelevant question: "The fish porridge was delicious that time?"

Qi Lin nodded.

Ye Zhuohan walked towards the kitchen.

Qi Lin hurriedly followed.

There was live fish in the ingredients, Ye Zhuohan fished it out directly from the sink and took pictures of it on the chopping board.

Qi Lin was startled, "You did it yourself?"

You, Brother Immortal, can you still kill fish?

Qi Lin didn't believe it.

This must be hallucination.

"Don't you want fish porridge?" Ye Zhuohan said.

"I..." Qi Lin woke up now.

He wanted to eat fish porridge, but he didn't expect Ye Zhuohan to make fish porridge for him himself.

He originally thought that Ye Zhuohan would make a phone call and ask someone to deliver fish porridge, or ask the chef to cook it himself.

Yu was struggling, but was knocked unconscious by Ye Zhuohan a few times.

Qi Lin was dumbfounded.

Is Xiaomeilong so powerful?

When he first saw Ye Zhuohan's hand, he was surprised.

Even a man's hands are so fair and delicate.But Ye Zhuohan's hands, especially the palms, were a bit rough.

Even so, he never thought that Ye Zhuohan was actually a master at killing fish.

"Don't stand here." Ye Zhuohan said, "Okay, I'll call you."

Feeling strange in Qi Lin's heart, he returned to the living room and sat there blankly for a while.

The sound of rice being poured into the casserole came from the kitchen, crisp and fine.

Qi Lin lightly grasped the pajama pants, but he didn't catch the fragment that suddenly flashed in his mind.

At this time, the phone rang.

It was Huang Yu who posted the picture.

Qi Lin regained his composure, carried the notebook from the bedroom to the living room, and began to process the received pictures.

He was always focused at work, but this time he was restless.

There are sounds from the kitchen—spoons stirring porridge, china bowls clinking, water running over hands, knives cutting into fish.

His ears began to burn.

He didn't have to hear these voices, and he shouldn't have brought his laptop into the living room in the first place.

He also couldn't explain why he did it.

Probably subconsciously wanted to hear it.

When he was distracted, he turned his head. If the angle was right, he could still see Ye Zhuohan's busy back.

The phone rang again, this time it was Xu Quan.

[Pretty secretary]: [Mr. Qi, are you better? 】

Qi Lin thought of the dishes on the table, and thought he should thank Xu Quan.

On the other hand, he also wanted to ask Xu Quan if he ever called "Pretty Secretary" when he was confused.

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: 【It's better, thank you for the things you sent. 】

[Pretty Secretary]: [That's good, that's good. 】

[Pretty secretary]: [Let's toast to health.jpg]

Qi Lin: "..."

This emoji is too rustic.

How can Secretary Qiao use this kind of emoji?

[Pretty secretary]: [Mr. Qi, there is something I want to tell you.Is Mr. Ye by your side now? 】

Qi Lin was surprised.

Could it be that he is really called "Pretty Secretary"?

The pretty secretary asked the teacher to ask the crime?

[Great Sage Qi Tian]: [What is it?He's not in now. 】

A little nervous.

After nearly 1 minute, the new information came in.

[Pretty Secretary]: [Mr. Qi, you don't want to send Xiaomeilong's expression pack to others in the future.After all, this is your love envelope. 】

Qi Lin took a closer look.

It turned out that it wasn't Xingshi who asked the crime?

But what the hell is a promise envelope?

In fact, after sending "Little Beautiful Dragon Dignified" to Xu Quan, he also felt that there was something wrong with it, but he couldn't ask Xu Quan to return the water spilled from the sent picture.

So Xu Quan sent it to Ye Zhuohan, but Ye Zhuohan said it?

Uh……

Also a letter of love.

It's a bit shameful.

[Pretty secretary]: [Then I won't bother you, take a good rest. 】

【Great Sage Qi Tian】: 【Wait! 】

[Pretty Secretary]: [Anything else? 】

[Great Sage Qi Tian]: [Did I call you 'Pretty Secretary' today? 】

Secretary Qiao dropped the line.

Qi Lin: "..."

It seems that it did.

The fish porridge is finally cooked, and fresh fish soup is served with it.

Qi Lin's stomach has been growling for several rounds. Before, he lost his appetite after looking at the dishes on the table, but now his teeth are watering.

"Hot." Ye Zhuohan warned with one word.

Qi Lin even blew and stirred, and finally took a bite.

Then he raised his eyes and stared at Ye Zhuohan.

Ye Zhuohan: "Huh?"

"This smell..." Qi Lin couldn't believe it, "It's exactly the same as the one you sent last time!"

Ye Zhuohan said indifferently, "Is there any problem?"

Qi Lin: "So you also made the fish porridge last time?"

Ye Zhuohan didn't answer.

"You still lied to me, saying that your chef made it!"

"I never said such a thing." Ye Zhuohan said: "What I said is that it smells like my kitchen."

Qi Lin put down his spoon, "So why did you make porridge for me yourself then?"

Ye Zhuohan looked away.

"At that time we didn't even get married!" Qi Lin recalled Ye Zhuohan's pretended death, and asked deafeningly: "Did you already like me?"