Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

The days not going to work are like a whole day of leisure without coding, without dreaming, Qi Song rarely sleeps until noon, there is nothing more satisfying than sleeping until waking up naturally.

He deliberately didn't think about what happened last night, let his mind be in a state of emptiness, lying on the bed like a salted fish, swiping his phone.

It seems that he has returned to the life of staying at home before, staying at home and isolating himself from the outside world.

I don't know how many days have passed like this, and finally there is a knock on the door of the room.

There were two figures, one big and one small, standing at the door, they were Lu Yan and Mu Tingzhou.

The six eyes met, Qi Song suddenly didn't know how to speak, Lu Yan looked at him worriedly, "Uncle, you... what's wrong with you, I knocked on the door for several days and there was no sound, I thought something happened to you, I had to go to the doctor uncle."

Qi Song's hair was disheveled, his pajamas were in a mess, his face was haggard and sluggish, his whole body was like a bamboo pole, as if a gust of wind could blow it down.

Mu Tingzhou looked him up and down, and saw that his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

He held the medicine box in one hand, raised the other hand, put it in front of Qi Song's eyes, and said angrily: "I almost took off this hand and knocked on the door. You have a bad brain, and you can't even use your ears." Has it degenerated too?"

After being scolded by Mu Tingzhou, he came back to his senses, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "It's nothing, I'm just too sleepy, I rested for a few days."

Mu Tingzhou didn't listen to what he said, but directly walked around his body and entered the room.

As soon as I entered, I was suffocated by the stale air. I walked to the window and opened the curtains, and then I saw all kinds of snacks and empty packaging bags on the tables on both sides of the bed.

Seeing this scene, even Lu Yan couldn't close his mouth in surprise, "Uncle, you...how many snacks did you eat? I don't eat snacks anymore. I didn't expect you to eat snacks at such an age..."

"Did you sleep for three or five days? Did you get sleepy?"

Mu Tingzhou glanced at him, pulled his arm and sat on the bed, then opened the medicine box, took out a series of things such as a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor, and checked him one by one.

Sitting in front of Mu Tingzhou, Qi Song could notice his dark face at the moment, so he didn't say much.

The little guy was also on the sidelines, waiting very seriously.

Qi Song noticed that Mu Tingzhou's face was getting darker and darker, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared in his heart.

After Mu Tingzhou put down his tools, he glanced at Lu Yan who was waiting patiently beside him, and the meaning was very clear.

Seeing this, Qi Song smiled at Lu Yan and said, "Lu Yan, I have something to talk to Uncle Doctor, can you...can you go out and play for a while?"

"But I also want to hear...how is Uncle's health, you don't look...comfortable." Lu Yan said reluctantly.

Qi Song was about to speak, but Mu Tingzhou said first: "He's fine, but what I'm going to tell him next is very important, you might not understand it if you stay here, are you sure you want to stay?"

Seeing Mu Tingzhou's serious expression, Lu Yan curled his lips, "Alright then, I'll go out first."

Lu Yan went out and sat on the sofa. There was a plate of toys on the coffee table. He fiddled with the building blocks with little interest, and kept his eyes on the closed door of the room.

What the hell are you talking about?

Why is it taking so long?

Just when he felt as if he had waited for half a century, the two came out.

Seeing him coming out, Lu Yan hurriedly put down the toy, ran to Qi Song's side, opened his big eyes, and asked impatiently, "Uncle, are you okay?"

Qi Song smiled and patted his head, "Of course, I've relaxed enough these days, let's go and take you to play."

Mu Tingzhou stood aside, watching him hesitate to speak.

Qi Song's expression didn't change much, but Mu Tingzhou frowned, as if he was worried.

Seeing that he proposed it so proactively, Lu Yan still didn't like it a little, and asked seriously, "Really?"