What should I do if I see the blind date's son?

He Jianwei woke up from his sleep, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, his mind was a little dizzy, and he reached for his phone in a daze, only to touch a big living person, which shocked him.

"Ya Ya?" He Jianwei saw through the dim light that Lu Zhizhuo was lying next to him, and then suddenly remembered that Lu Zhizhuo had returned.

Lu Zhizhuo reached out to pull him into his arms, rubbed his chin on the top of his head, and a low and sweet voice rang in his ears: "Well, you have a cold."

He Jianwei found that his throat was indeed uncomfortable, probably because the previous cold hadn't healed yet, and now it was getting worse.

"It's okay, I have a small cold, I have taken medicine." He Jianwei hugged Lu Zhizhuo and talked to him in a low voice.

Lu Zhizhuo leaned over to kiss him, but He Jianwei hid back, "Don't infect you."

"I heard that the fastest way to cure a cold is to infect others." Lu Zhizhu kissed her as soon as he finished speaking.

He Jianwei may have a low-grade fever, and his oral temperature is also higher than usual.

"Hmm..." He Jian slightly pushed his chest, and Lu Zhi grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest.

Turning over and pressing He Jianwei under him, He Jianwei's mouth was very hot, and his eyes were still a little red, looking really pitiful.

The atmosphere was just right, and the two of them were planning to "make a big fight", when He Jianwei's stomach made two protests of "cuckoo".

The two who were about to take off their pants stopped at the same time, and He Jianwei felt a little embarrassed, hugging Lu Zhizhuo's neck and kissing him.

"Cuckoo..."

Lu Zhi smiled, and pecked his lips, "I'll cook."

He Jianwei hurriedly put his arms around his neck, "Don't go, there's nothing else to flirt with."

Lu Zhizhuo pinched his nose, "Just teasing, it's my fault, forget that you are still sick."

"What's the matter with flirting? If you flirt, you have to be responsible for putting out the fire. There's no such thing as a cold." He Jianwei almost hung his whole body on Lu Zhizhuo's body, and Lu Zhizhuo pinched his upturned ass.

"obedient."

Lu Zhi got up and went to the kitchen. He Jianwei was lying on the bed with a sleepy expression, thinking about whether to solve it by himself, but then remembered that the last time he fell asleep after solving it himself caused the cold to still not heal. There is a psychological shadow.

Lu Zhizhuo's cooking skills are actually very average, but He Jianwei likes to eat his meals. It has a taste of home. Although it is not perfect, it is very warm.

But whenever the two of them are free, He Jianwei will cook a lot of dishes by himself, bake cakes, decorate the cakes with Lu Zhizhuo, and spread the cream everywhere.

He Jianwei remembered that once, they tried fruit cakes, but they bought too much fruit. He Jianwei proposed to have a human body feast and put the fruits on his body.

Lu Zhizhuo has never objected to He Jianwei's various messy ideas.

It's just that after He Jianwei took a bath, laying down without sleep, and allowed Lu Zhizhu to place the fruit on his body, Lu Zhizhu actually proposed that he want to draw a picture, to make this scene Draw it down.

Although He Jianwei could understand Lu Zhizhuo's actions intellectually, after all, if he suddenly came across something worthy of being photographed, he would desperately pick up the camera and take it.

But emotionally, He Jianwei felt that his mood was a little delicate. He proposed to play with Lu Zhizhu. He wanted to have fun with Lu Zhizhu. Shouldn't Lu Zhizhu be bloody. Did Zhang pounce on him and wipe him clean?

What the hell is painting? !

However, the final result was as He Jianwei wished. Lu Zhizhuo was probably really stimulated that time, and he tossed He Jianwei for a whole night. I don't know where he learned it, but he actually stuffed strawberries. Go in and make the whole room smell sour and sweet.

Even He Jianwei walked around Lu Zhizhi in those few days.

"Is there anything you want to eat?" Lu Zhizhuo asked.

He Jianwei actually can't taste the taste because of a cold, "Let's have something light, it's fine."

Lu Zhi lowered his head and pressed his forehead against He Jianwei's, "I have a little fever, I took the medicine after dinner."

"Yeah." He Jianwei lay obediently on the bed, he felt his throat a little itchy, and just coughed twice when the phone rang.

It's a call from the company.

Lu Zhizhu fed him a sip of water, and patted his back to comfort him. He Jianwei finally stopped coughing and picked up the phone.

Lu Zhi didn't want to disturb him, so he got up and went to the kitchen.

He didn't expect that he came back this time by such a coincidence. He happened to meet He Jianwei with a cold. He took a look at He Jianwei's medicine. He should have had a cold for a few days. Last time he didn't catch a cold for a long time, and he procrastinated once he caught a cold. It will take a long time to fully recover.

Thinking of He Jianwei's illness and being unable to stay by his side to accompany him, if he didn't come back this time, maybe he wouldn't know about it at all.

Lu Zhi paused for a moment with his hands chopping vegetables. This is probably the pain of a long-distance relationship. When I need you, you are not by my side, and even the weather on both sides is different.

Lu Zhizhuo rarely doubted his decision, but now he faintly heard He Jianwei's phone call in the kitchen, probably because of his emotional ups and downs, which caused him to cough again.

The cough was so sharp that Lu Zhizhuo's heart seemed to be tightly squeezed, and he could hardly breathe.

When Lu Zhizhuo entered the room, He Jianwei was standing on the balcony with a cigarette burning in his hand, with sharp eyes and fierce eyes, talking on the phone with a fierce look.

This kind of He Jianwei is hardly the same person as the He Jianwei in front of Lu Zhizhuo.

Lu Zhizhuo walked over and took out the cigarette between his fingers from behind. He Jianwei was wrapped in his arms, and a faint scent of milk spread from his nose.

Lu Zhizhu likes all dairy products, even the shower gel prefers milk flavor.

Lu Zhizhu didn't speak, but quietly took away the cigarette in his hand, and kissed him lightly on his neck, which was slightly chilled by the wind. This kiss made He Jian tremble slightly.

"Editor...editor?" The voice on the other end of the phone brought He Jianwei back to his senses.

"That's it. I'll talk about the rest when I go to work tomorrow." He Jianwei hung up the phone and let out a long breath.

"You still smoke when you have a cold, Uncle He, you are not good." Lu Zhizhuo pressed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash.

Lu Zhizhuo's cool voice made He Jianwei feel a little weak.

"It's not smoking, it's just burning..." He Jianwei explained palely.

"Is it burning to repel mosquitoes?" Lu Zhizhuo asked in his ear.

He Jianwei was so embarrassed that he didn't know how to proceed.

In his whole life, he would probably only be cowardly in front of Lu Zhizhuo alone. He carefully watched Lu Zhizhuo, wondering if he was angry.

Lu Zhizhuo took his hand and pulled him into the room, "It's cold on the balcony, do you want to have a high fever tonight?"

Lu Zhizhu picked up his coat and put it on He Jianwei's shoulders, "I made some light food, you can take some medicine."

He Jianwei's heart was always on the line, but the strange thing was that Lu Zhizhuo didn't get angry with him. He sat at the table and looked at Lu Zhizhuo. Lu Zhizhuo raised his hand and patted his head.

"Not angry, eat quickly."

"Really not angry?" He Jianwei confirmed again.

Lu Zhizhuo shook his head, "No, eat quickly."

He Jianwei finally breathed a sigh of relief, although he didn't have much appetite, he still tried his best to eat a lot of the food that Lu Zhizhuo cooked.

Facts have proved that it was too early for He Jianwei to breathe a sigh of relief!

After he had eaten and drunk enough and taken the medicine, Lu Zhizhuo asked him if he was still sleepy, and if he wanted to sleep?

He Jianwei almost slept through the day, so now even after taking the medicine, he is not sleepy, but he has no energy.

"Not sleepy, my bones are sore from sleeping."

"Yeah." Lu Zhi nodded, and suddenly picked He Jianwei up from the chair and walked to the bedroom.

He Jianwei was shocked, "Put me down, I will walk by myself."

Lu Zhizhu put He Jianwei on the bed, looked down at him condescendingly, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, extremely beautiful.

Even He Jianwei couldn't help being in a daze, staring blankly at Lu Zhizhuo's face.

"I heard that when you have a fever, it's extra comfortable to do."

When He Jianwei heard Lu Zhizhuo's voice, he felt a dryness and heat spreading all over his body, and he didn't know if it was because of a fever or a fit of flouting.

……

He Jianwei's whole body was drenched with sweat, his hands were tightly clutching the quilt, even the broken hair on his forehead was dripping with sweat, sticking to his forehead in locks and locks.

A violent impact came from behind, causing him to slide forward.

A slender white hand suddenly stretched out from behind, gripping his wrist tightly, the wheat-colored skin collided with the fair skin, looking very erotic.

"... I... I can't do it... I know, I know... Let me be small..." He Jianwei's voice was extremely hoarse.

Lu Zhi lowered his head, beads of sweat slid across the bridge of his handsome nose, fell on the tip of his nose, and finally landed on He Jianwei's back, blooming in a spray.

Lu Zhizhuo clasped his chin, turned his head over and kissed He Jianwei from behind.

He Jian slightly twisted his neck and kissed Lu Zhizhu, who suddenly bit his lower lip.

He Jianwei frowned in pain because of the pain.

After Lu Zhizhuo went out, he suddenly sank in. He Jian opened his mouth wide and his fingers curled tightly.

Lu Zhizhuo licked his ears wet, and he spoke in his sexy and charming voice.

"Uncle He's inside is indeed|damp|hot inside, very comfortable."

……

"Little liar, don't be angry. If you are not angry, you still toss me like this." He Jian rubbed his red wrist slightly, sulking under the quilt.

Lu Zhizhu rubbed him with medicated oil and then rubbed him.

"Have you noticed that you don't cough anymore?" Lu Zhizhuo asked suddenly.

He Jian was taken aback for a moment, as if it was true, Lu Zhizhuo approached him, and when he moved away from his forehead against his forehead, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's not burning anymore."

He Jianwei raised his hand and touched his forehead, as if it was true.

"You can see that sweating is good for you." Lu Zhizhuo said confidently.

He Jianwei leaned over and took a bite of his fair and tender face, "You can say that black is white."

Lu Zhi smiled without saying a word, put his hands into the quilt, lifted the quilt and lay down, and took He Jianwei into his arms.

"Good night, Uncle He."

No matter what the process was, He Jianwei was so happy that he didn't have a fever anymore. He leaned into Lu Zhizhuo's arms, raised his head and kissed Lu Zhizhuo's chin.

"Good night, baby."