I heard that you also like pink frozen milk[Comprehensive]

"Next, Mingkwan." The nurse wearing a mask shouted to the people queuing outside.

Kit, who was looking down at the case, immediately raised his head and looked towards the door.

It was indeed his family who came in from the door with a dejected head.

Kit frowned, and put down the pen and case in his hand: "Why are you here, and you still register?"

The two had just separated early in the morning, and of course he understood clearly whether Mingkwan was sick or not.

Mingkwan went straight to the back of the table, hugged him shortly from behind, and said weakly: "There are so many people queuing up outside, how can I get along with you alone without registering."

The nurse cleared her throat and walked out of the consulting room sensibly, closing the door behind them.

Kit's face turned red.

He raised his hand half way up, but when he turned his head to see the grievance on Mingkwan's face, he didn't fight it down after all, but asked helplessly, "What's the matter? Wasn't it fine when you went to work? You were finally fired by the boss." La?"

Mingkwan rested his chin on his shoulder and asked pitifully, "If I get fired, will the senior support me?"

Kit rolled his eyes: "If you get fired, hurry up and send your resume to find a job. What's the use of finding me!"

"Senior is so ruthless!" Mingkwan complained aggrievedly.

Kit stretched out his hand and tapped his head with a pen: "Stop it! Tell me, what's the matter?"

Mingkwan pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "I just helped Arthit sneak out and let him find his mistress."

Kit frowned: "You mean...the two who kissed in the bathroom that day?"

Mingkwan nodded slowly.

"Didn't you say that your colleague is married?"

"That's why I think I did something wrong." Mingkwan sighed, and sat next to Kit, "But seeing Brother Arthit's worried and disappointed expression at that time—oh, yes, that Kong is sick ——Seeing his expression, I thought, if it were me, I would definitely want to let go of everything and take care of you, so my heart softened for a while... But, does this count as helping them cheat? I My conscience hurts a little."

"I didn't even know your three views were so upright."

"Senior!"

"Okay..." Kit looked at him with a rare serious expression, "The relationship between them cannot be promoted by simply doing such a thing. Now that you know it's wrong, don't do it in the future .As for them... Didn't you say that you are not too familiar with that colleague? You don't know what happened between them, so don't worry about it. "

As he said that, Kit took the initiative to grab his hand again: "There are too few people who can get together in the end like us. Maybe they really love each other, since the one who came back from abroad will leave next month... You can also help them reduce some regrets, don't be too guilty. In fact, thinking about others is already the biggest betrayal to his wife, and what you do will not affect anything. "

Mingkwan finally nodded under his persuasion: "But I don't know why, I always feel that they won't be separated so easily."

Kit sneered: "Then do you want me to like your sixth sense?"

Mingkwan knew that his lover wanted to help him change the subject, so he obediently opened his arms and hugged him tightly: "Forget it, don't care about them, anyway, I will never be separated from the senior."

"Go away! Nasty..."

"Don't go!"

"Hey!"

"..."

On the other side, Arthit, who was at the center of their conversation, had just opened the door of the hotel room.

Kongphop didn't seem to expect him to come, and when he heard this movement, his expression was a little surprised.

Arthit had just been hung up on the phone, and now it was delivered to the door by himself, which was somewhat embarrassing.

He closed the door, walked to the bed, and asked in a low voice, "Have you taken your temperature?"

Kongphop looked at him deeply, even though he was sick, his eyes still seemed to be twinkling with stars, which made people's heart beat endlessly.

"No." Kongphop deliberately replied with a sullen face.

Arthit hesitated, but still reached out and touched his forehead.

"It's so hot!" Arthit frowned suddenly, "Did you...have a lot of rain last night?"

Kongphop stared at him, and answered irrelevant questions: "Aren't you afraid to come? Why did you come to me again?"

Arthit knew that he was still angry because of his hesitation just now, so he could only coax in a low voice: "Get dressed first, I'll take you to see a doctor, and we'll talk about the rest later."

But who knows that kongphop suddenly grabbed him, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

People who have been burned like this don't know how they still have such great strength.

"Hehe—" Arthit exclaimed, "Kong! What are you doing!"

Kongphop rubbed his head against his shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move, sleep with me for a while."

Because of the fever, kongphop's breath was much hotter than usual, hitting Arthit's neck, which made his heart beat faster.

But this heat also reminded him of the condition that Kongphop couldn't delay any longer.

He tried his best to get up from the kongphop's restraint, took out the thermometer from the drawer at the head of the bed, threw it below the normal body temperature, and stuffed it under his armpit: "Take the temperature first, I'll help you get the clothes, wait Get down and follow me to the hospital."

Kongphop wanted to say something, but Arthit stared back: "No rebuttal!"

Such a strong senior is exactly the same as the one he was many years ago, while kongphop was stunned, Arthit stood up and went to the closet to find clothes for him.

Kongphop looked at his back and said again: "I won't go."

Arthit stopped and turned to look at him: "Why? How can you not go to the doctor when you are so sick?"

Kongphop pursed his lower lip tightly, and said angrily, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

Arthit was a little dumbfounded: "Then tell me, what am I thinking?"

Kongphop flattened his mouth, his appearance was no different from that of kaka.

If it wasn't for the fever, he certainly wouldn't let himself show this expression in front of Arthit.

Arthit even wondered if he was burnt out now.

"Don't you just want me to get better soon, and then go back to accompany that brat?" Kongphop's voice raised a little, "Anyway, he's a little troubled, so you have to leave me to find him. I'm sick and dead, and you just have Time will manage.”

Even though it was just such childish words when he had a fever, arthit still couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart when he heard it.

He took the clothes he found in his hand, turned his head and said helplessly: "He is a child, how can he be the same?"

Kongphop looked at him fixedly, and suddenly asked: "What if it's that woman? If she is also sick now, will you leave me immediately to find her?"

He seemed to know that he couldn't compare to kaka, but he still refused to give up and asked this sentence: "You chose her because you like her more than me? Or because...she can give you life child?"

In the past, whenever kongphop mentioned this unfounded woman, he would always grit his teeth with hatred, and the tone was either sarcastic or sarcasm.

But today, maybe because he really burned too badly, his current tone reveals more sadness.

However, this time, like every time before, he interrupted Arthit again before he could answer: "Don't say it...you don't need to say it."

Even though he was sick, he was still afraid of hearing an answer he didn't want to hear from Arthit's mouth.

Arthit looked at him like this, feeling sore in his heart.

That answer that didn't require any hesitation almost rolled around his tongue, and he almost blurted it out a few times, but he knew he couldn't say it.

Say nothing, they're just a meaty relationship about revenge.

When kongphop left, everything was back on the right track.

But once it is said... they may fall into the abyss of darkness.

Kongphop saw the embarrassment in his eyes, and there was a hint of injury in his eyes, but he quickly closed his eyes to cover up the emotions.

Arthit sighed helplessly, looked down at the time: "The thermometer can be taken out."

Kongphop closed his eyes and took out the things and handed them to him.

Arthit looked at the temperature above, and immediately became more anxious: "It's almost 40 degrees! Get up and get dressed!"

Kongphop was completely unmoved: "I said, I don't want to go."

Such a rascal's tone is like a disobedient child.

Even kaka has never been so worrying.

"Kongphop!" Arthit growled anxiously.

Kongphop finally opened his eyes and looked at him: "If you want me to go, you can."

Arthit frowned, looking at him questioningly.

Kongphop didn't have enough confidence: "Stay here tonight." Obviously, he wasn't sure that Arthit would agree.

But the expectation in his heart still made him say this sentence.

This request sounds very simple, but it is really very embarrassing.

Arthit sighed and lowered his head helplessly.

Kongphop, who has been burnt to a complete mess, now looks like a rascal, no matter what, he refuses to let go: "Otherwise, leave me alone and leave now!"

Today, he seems determined to decide the outcome with the kaka kid.

Even if he has a sick buff now, even if he wins, he won't be able to win.

However, even when he was sick, he was actually afraid that he would still lose.

Arthit clenched his fists, struggling in his heart.

Kaka's expectant little face overlapped with the stubbornness of the person in front of him little by little, making him completely at a loss.

Kongphop stared at him: "Is it so difficult to choose?"

Looking at his eye sockets that seemed to be burning red, the balance in Arthit's heart finally began to gradually tilt.

Son, I'm sorry. Arthit closed his eyes forcefully, and said to him, "Okay, I promise you, get the fuck up!"