If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

Seeing that Song Ningyi's temper was more stubborn than a donkey's, the pork jerky swayed around twice, and he just jumped up and jumped in front of Song Ningyi.

The moment Song Ningyi leaned over slightly to grab the latch of the console——

Pork jerky suspended in mid-air with a lingbo micro-step, its long hair trembled, and its chubby hind feet were raised high——

With a sound of "pa", the little meat ball on the back foot made intimate contact with Song Ningyi's forehead.

I saw Song Ningyi blinking in confusion, then his eyeballs slid upwards, rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and just passed out.

Pork jerky fell onto the bed from mid-air, flicked its big tail, kicked its hind feet, jumped into Song Ningyi's arms again, grabbed his clothes and climbed onto his shoulders, stretched out his small claws to reach the bottom of his nose.

The fur on the little paws was gently brushed by a slight sniff.

Pork jerky circled the fainted Song Ningyi twice, then suddenly opened his small mouth, bit his trouser leg, and dragged him down with all his strength, cursing "meow meow meow" while dragging him.

However, he is just a weak, pitiful and helpless kitten, trying to drag someone is tantamount to fantasy.

Pork jerky dragged him forward a few steps, half of his trousers were removed, but he remained motionless.

What a troublemaker.

The breeze stirred up the surrounding debris and swirled and floated in mid-air. The kitten in the center of the air vent gradually lost its proud and cute fur. The wrapped bojian upper body.

Song Ningyi was picked up horizontally from the chair and wanted to throw it on the bed like trash, but the moment she walked to the bed, she hesitated for a while, and finally she was gently placed on the bed and pulled over the quilt.

The long-haired man stared at the swollen face from the window, paced around with his hands on his hips for a while, then took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

It rang for a long time before being picked up.

"Are you asleep? Didn't I tell you to go to Song Ningyi's live broadcast room on time to give a gift?" The long-haired man asked in an aggressive and questioning tone.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally fell asleep."

The long-haired man took a deep breath, looked at the poor man on the bed, and lowered his voice: "You won't come after this year."

Hanging up the phone, he went to the bathroom with ease, filled a basin of warm water, and used his memory to find the place where Song Ningyi put the allergy medicine.

"Three times a day, one pill each time, take it with warm water..." The man followed the instructions.

Take out a medicine, bring it to Song Ningyi's mouth, and pour a little water on it...

The pill slid down the corner of his lips.

What to do if you can’t eat it.

Open his mouth, forcefully stuff the pill into his mouth like feeding medicine to the Pupu at home, and lift his chin and shake it hard.

Look again after a while, the pill is stuck to the roof of the mouth!

Now that the person has been knocked out by himself, I am afraid that he has no swallowing function for the time being, so he can only find a way to help him swallow.

The long-haired man was sitting on the head of the bed, turning his little head that didn't know whether he was smart or not.

He suddenly remembered that he had seen such a plot when he and Song Ningyi were chasing dramas together:

The heroine fell into a coma and couldn't take medicine, which is very similar to Song Ningyi's current situation. At this time, the smart hero only needs to touch her lips lightly, and even the heroine who is in a coma can swallow the medicine~

Although I don't know what the principle is, it's always right to do it.

In the 1000 years since his birth, a man who has been solo for 1000 years does not know what the so-called lip-to-lip means. In his eyes, it is just a pure act of helping to swallow medicine, so he imagined the scene in the TV series almost without thinking , He slowly placed his lips on the lips of the unconscious man on the bed.

It's like a superficial taste of water.

The man felt that at that moment, a strange electric current seemed to pass through his body, and his heart was itchy due to the electric current.

It turned out that Song Ningyi's usually eloquent mouth is so soft, is her own so soft?

He touched his lips, it was very hot, was it infected by Song Ningyi?

But his cheeks seemed to be very hot, and his heart was beating a little faster for no reason.

"Qiaoqiao...you...when will you come to my room?" There was a vague murmur suddenly from the bedside.

The long-haired man was startled, and quickly rolled over and got out of bed to hide aside, his eyes looked over to the head of the bed.

The person on the bed didn't move, only the red lips moved from time to time.

It turned out to be talking in a dream.

Looking at the person sleeping soundly on the bed, the long-haired man thought for a while.

He felt that when he woke up and remembered that he had cut off the broadcast for no reason, he would have to talk about it again and again.

Why not finish the live broadcast instead of him.

The long-haired man quietly walked in front of Song Ningyi, looked at his face carefully, and tried hard to keep his appearance in his mind.

His gaze traveled from his forehead to his lips.

The Adam's apple moved, and the long hair drooped with the slight movement of the body, brushing against Song Ningyi's swollen face.

With a "chirp", another soft kiss fell on the lips.

****

The fans who were watching the live broadcast were already beating their hearts because of Song Ningyi's uncomfortable appearance. The sudden loss of connection in the live broadcast room made all the ghosts feel a thump in their hearts, and their restless hearts rose instantly. to mid-air.

[Big teacup]: "Is Yiyi okay, why did the link suddenly break?"

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "Brother Frog, don't you live upstairs in Yiyi, hurry down and check the situation!"

[Brother Yuanqi Frog]: "I, I, I am working overtime in the company now, I will go and see if I can ask for leave."

[Where is your mother?]: "I'm dying of anxiety. Where does Yiyi live? Give me the address. I'll go and see what's going on."

[Lighter]: "Is there a power outage? I hope it's a power outage. I'm so anxious that I want to cry."

Just as everyone was discussing whether to call the police, the signal in the live broadcast room suddenly started reading.

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "Is Yiyi you!"

[Lighter]: "It must be a power outage, Yiyi, you scared me to death!"

After reading the article for half a minute, an extremely familiar face appeared on the screen, but something was wrong.

【Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan】: "What happened to Yiyi just now!"

"Song Ningyi" raised the corners of his lips slightly: "It's okay, the power is temporarily cut off."

[Little Turkey]: "Anchor, your face...has healed so quickly?"

Men can only copy the appearance of others, but the changes caused by pathology cannot be completely copied.

"Well... I took some anti-allergy medicine, and I'll be fine soon."

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "A miracle medicine! Yiyi plant a grass!"

"Song Ningyi" smiled: "Let's talk about personal physique, don't use drugs indiscriminately, and follow the doctor's advice carefully."

【Xiaofu】: "Yiyi, we don't worry when you're well, so hurry up! What are you going to eat today!"

Cooking...then I really don't know anything about it.

Although it was true that Song Ningyi lay on the sidelines and watched the live broadcast every day, it seemed that this thing also depends on talent. After watching it for half a month, I was stunned to understand how to fire.

[Where is the brother from]: "Why isn't the anchor talking?"

"It's like this. Because of the sudden power outage in the middle of the live broadcast, the live broadcast time was shortened. I'm afraid I don't have enough time for cooking. Otherwise, I'll grab someone to draw a profile picture today?"

The bullet screen was silent for a moment.

After all, they have seen Song Ningyi's painting level before.

"Why don't you talk anymore." "Song Ningyi" asked.

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "How about...let's chat."

[Lighter]: "Yes, chat, I like to chat."

Song Ningyi's painter...was he disliked?

No, I want to regain his dignity and let the world know what a real master of painting is. (Tactical back, jpg)

"I know everyone thinks that I'm recovering from a serious illness, and they're afraid that I'm tired, but it doesn't matter, the important thing is that you are happy, so I decided to draw a lucky user whose ID initials is S to send a hand-painted avatar."

"Song Ningyi" clicked on the backstage of this group of unknown fans, and began to look for users whose IDs began with S one by one.

"Qiaoqiao?" Suddenly, a soft call came from behind.