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Lin Qingqian caught a cold the next morning.

"Cough, cough, old man, I'm asking for a day off." Lin Qing took a sip of hot water and weakly called Li Zimu.

Li Zimu expressed his surprise: "What's the matter with you? Can you catch a cold even in this weather?"

Lin Qingqian looked at the sunshine outside the window, and coughed helplessly: "Really, I'm already hoarse. You can tell."

Mr. Li scratched his head: "Okay, anyway, the progress was pretty fast before, so there won't be much time wasted. Then I'll bring up other people's scenes first, and you can take a rest for a day and let Qingyue... Hey, if you can't shoot Qingyue, you can start." No show, forget it, give Qingyue a day off, and see the situation tomorrow."

Lin Qingqian complained: "Don't you care about your investors and heroine?"

"...Drink more hot water."

Lin Qingqian hung up the phone helplessly and shrank back under the quilt.

Speaking of the cold, she definitely asked for it.

Wearing a thin shirt and blowing the cold wind on the balcony for half an hour, I got up to take a cold shower after only two hours of sleep at night, my eyes and heart were greatly shocked, and the messy things mixed together made me feel uncomfortable. She is mentally exhausted, physical attack and mental attack are superimposed, coupled with the chaos debuff, it's no wonder that she doesn't catch a cold.

Sniffing, she threw the wad of paper into the trash, threw herself back on the bed, and covered her head with a pillow beside her.

Faceless.

Kissing a child secretly.

You're not human anymore, aren't you, aren't you!

As soon as Song Qingyue entered the door with the bag in hand, he saw Lin Qingqian covering her head with the pillow, tapping rhythmically.

She panicked for a moment.

What to do, my sister seems to have lost her mind.

"Lin Qingqian!" She walked over quickly, "What are you doing?"

Lin Qingqian's head quickly popped out of the pillow, and Song Qingyue noticed that her face had an abnormal blush, which looked like it had been covered.

She was even more worried: it seemed that she was seriously ill.

Lin Qingqian suddenly stretched out Erkang's hand, sniffling and said, "Don't come here."

Song Qingyue stopped obediently, but frowned and wanted to continue walking towards her: "What's wrong?"

Lin Qingqian's eyes dodged: "I'm afraid I'll infect you."

In fact, he doesn't really want to see Song Qingyue now.

Song Qingyue shook the bag in his hand: "Zhu Gong went to buy breakfast and came back with medicine. Which do you drink, preserved egg and lean meat porridge or corn porridge?"

"Preserved egg and lean meat porridge!" Lin Qingqian did not hesitate.Song Qingyue tilted his head and thought for a while: "It seems that you can't eat preserved eggs when you have a cold, so you should drink polenta."

Lin Qing was so angry that he hammered the bed weakly: "Where did you see the messy things? Why can't you eat preserved eggs when you have a cold!"

A smile flickered across the corners of Song Qingyue's eyes: "It's said on the WeChat official account."

Lin Qingqian was so angry that she just lay down and turned her back, not wanting to talk to her.

It's just that once interrupted by the child, all the charming emotions in my heart disappeared.

Song Qingyue smiled uncontrollably, picked up one of the bowls, and sat next to Lin Qingqian: "Okay, just kidding, open your mouth."

I don't know why, seeing Lin Qingqian, who usually looks strong and elegant, even with a little black belly, lying weakly on the bed and curled up into a ball, I really want to poke, tease, and coax, along the way Shun her blown hair.

Ah, I really want to rub my hands.

Lin Qingqian was still coaxed, turned over and sat up, wanting to take the bowl and spoon.

Song Qingyue dodged deftly: "I'll feed you."

Just kidding, how can this kind of plot that only appears in idol dramas be easily let go?

Just looking at Lin Qingqian's face turned red again: "Song Qingyue, I haven't reached the point where I can't hold the bowl."

The child's hands froze. Since Lin Qingqian returned to normal, she has seldom, or almost never, called her by name.

Really angry?She hesitated, and handed over the bowl.

Lin Qingqian raised her hand to catch it, but she almost couldn't hold it steady. Fortunately, Song Qingyue caught it quickly, otherwise it would lead to a tragedy.

Lin Qingqian looked at her hands in surprise: she was dizzy just now, her eyes suddenly went blank, and her hands had no strength.

How could he be so weak after his early life?

In her previous life, she was not prone to catching colds. She only had one or two small colds a year. When she had a cold, she could run, dance, and had a good appetite. She almost never had a fever and was hospitalized.But this body is clearly different.

It's too weak, just a cold.

Song Qingyue asked worriedly: "Why don't I feed you." This time it wasn't teasing Lin Qingqian, she seemed to really need it.

Lin Qingqian hesitated for a while, then nodded with difficulty.

Song Qingyue's eyes flashed joy, and he was about to approach, but was stopped by Lin Qingqian: "Don't come here, go get a bag of Banlangen and drink it first, to prevent the virus."

Song Qingyue said in surprise: "Isatis root can clear away heat and detoxify, and it can only relieve cold symptoms, but not prevent colds. Shouldn't this be high school biology knowledge?"

Lin Qingqian kicked her weakly through the quilt, and replied: "Wechat official account said."

Song Qingyue couldn't resist her, so he had to drink a cup of banlangen, then sat next to Lin Qingqian, opened the lid, scraped out the top layer with a small spoon, and tested the temperature with his lips, and blew a few more breaths, Then it reached out to Lin Qingqian's mouth: "Ah, open your mouth."

Lin Qingqian felt extremely humiliated, but couldn't bear the fact that she was really weak, so she opened her mouth reluctantly.

Song Qingyue couldn't help laughing, Lin Qingqian said weakly, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, I remembered something interesting."

"You are the only one who knows how to play tricks, and you are the only one who knows how to play tricks." Lin Qingqian hammered Song Qingyue with her weak fists.Song Qingyue couldn't hold back her laughter: she could hardly feel any force.

At this time, Lin Qingqian also really felt the impact of the cold on her appetite. She could drink more than half a bowl of porridge on weekdays.

Song Qingyue looked at the barely touched porridge in his hand, then raised the small spoon threateningly, "Drink some more."

Lin Qing lay down sleepily, and replied: "I don't want to drink anymore."

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian who was powerless to resist, and gradually became more courageous.

Lin Qingqian only felt that she was stretched to the waist by a hand, and then uprooted from the quilt. She was shocked and angry, but was easily caught in Song Qingyue's arms with one hand.

Lin Qingqian wanted to break free, but her strength was nothing at all. Song Qingyue easily held her in his arms, raised the small spoon again threateningly, and said the softest words with the most ferocious expression: "Again! Have a drink."

Lin Qingqian was usually a stickler for the soft and not the hard, but at this time she lost all face, and in a frenzy, she didn't take the hard way: "Let go of me!... Ugh!"

I was stuffed firmly by a mouthful of porridge.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Song Qingyue, but the child pushed her back, "Don't spit, don't waste food!"

Lin Qingqian swallowed helplessly, and opened her mouth again: "Song Qingyue, are you a long-term... Uhhhh!"

Take a bigger bite than before.

"Song... Mmmmm!"

"I don't need... um!"

"Don't... um!"

Song Qingyue looked at Lin Qingqian who finally gave up resistance with satisfaction.Sure enough, violence is the only way to deal with disobedient children.

After breakfast, Lin Qingqian ignored her.Song Qingyue didn't take it seriously, but secretly delighted:

Such a temper tantrum Lin Qingqian is too cute!

She was stuck for a second, and after half an hour after eating, she fed Lin Qingqian cold medicine, and the cold medicine rushed up along with the hot water, Lin Qingqian felt a little drowsy, she didn't sleep well last night At this moment, he tilted his head and fell asleep.

Song Qingyue sat by the bed, quietly watching Lin Qingqian's sleeping face.

Why are you frowning?She ran her fingers across, gently smoothing her frown.

"Song Qingyue..." Lin Qingqian called out in a low voice.

Song Qing listened to her ear, and what she heard made her feel like she was in an ice cellar. "Song Qingyue, please stay away from me."

But it only takes a second to go from hell to heaven. "I can't like you, please stay away from me." She begged with a little cry.

Song Qingyue sat blankly: It's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he can't like it.

Does this mean that Lin Qingqian also has feelings for herself?

We are not related by blood.She couldn't help but want to say.

But Lin Qingqian's shallow crying made her eyes dim after all.

Maybe, just like a child's blood is very important to his father, Lin Qingqian also attaches great importance to these relationships.

Even legally.

She hugged her knees, her eyes filled with bewilderment.

Should it continue?

Lin Qingqian seems to be really troubled.

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As soon as Lin Qing fell asleep, she slept until the afternoon.The quilt was well covered, and I was covered in sweat. I felt much more relaxed, probably because of the effect of cold medicine.

The temperature difference between day and night here is large. In autumn, it is quite cool at night, and it is nearly 30°C during the day.

She was so hot that she fanned herself with her hands, but she saw Song Qingyue who was lying on the bed with his upper body on the ponytail and fell asleep with his hands on his pillow.

The child was afraid of the heat, so he was sweating from the heat. The light gray T-shirt had turned dark gray, sticking to his body, outlining the beautiful butterfly bones.

When Lin Qingqian came together, she still remembered that the child had force-fed her. Just as she was about to find someone to settle the score, she saw this scene.

Her eyes gradually changed from sharp to gentle.

This is a suite, the bedroom is not air-conditioned, there is a living room and a study.

But the child stayed here.

Lin Qingqian moved, wanting to get the remote control panel of the air conditioner on the bedside table.

Song Qingyue slept lightly because of the heat, Lin Qingqian woke up in a daze when he moved, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Lin Qingqian holding the remote control of the air conditioner, and hurriedly stopped: "Why, don't turn on the air conditioner! This is common sense , not a WeChat official account!"

Lin Qingqian turned around, and Song Qingyue fell into her helpless and gentle eyes.

Lin Qingqian had never seen this kind of look.

It's not the tenderness towards my sister, it's another kind.

Song Qingyue's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and the two were relatively silent.

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