How swollen!The scumbag's gold master asks for reconciliation

Xiang Yi asked for a day off.

He could never have imagined that the first time he asked for leave, who was always busy, was to take care of the sick Mu Zhongqian.

He bought breakfast on the way home from the medicine.

Zhou Yang has already gone to work.

The little milk dog finished drinking the milk and was running around happily.

Xiang Yi poured warm water, came to the bed, touched Mu Zhongqian's forehead, it was still hot.

If he hadn't been forced to take medicine, Xiang Yi would really not have wanted to wake up Mu Zhongqian who was soundly asleep.

"Brother Zhong, wake up, take your medicine." He pushed Mu Zhongqian.

"Don't..." Mu Zhongqian turned over, closed his eyes tightly, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"Be obedient, wake up, take the medicine first, and go back to sleep after taking the medicine."

He bought a lot of medicines in a mess, such as antipyretics and cold medicines. He bought a lot under the introduction of the pharmacy teller. At this moment, he prepared the antipyretics according to the doctor's advice.

Pushing Mu Zhongqian again, he reluctantly opened his eyes, with unhappiness written all over his face.

Xiang Yi softly fed him porridge and medicine, and then Mu Zhongqian fell down and fell asleep in a daze.

In the living room, the little milk dog was whimpering, and Xiang Yi guessed that it was about to pee, so he immediately put on his coat and carried the puppy downstairs for a walk.

Sure enough, as soon as he went downstairs, the puppy jumped out with a stride.

Xiang Yi hadn't had time to follow, but the uncle in the community property saw him first.

"Hey, young man, dogs, cats and all pets are not allowed in our community."

It took Xiang Yi a lot of effort to explain to the uncle that he was only raising the dog temporarily, and then he would send the dog away immediately, so he finally got rid of the uncle's chatter.

The little milk dog ran up to Xiang Yi, rubbing against his feet, and stopped running around, not taking a step away from Xiang Yi, for fear that Xiang Yi would send him away again and again.

"Hey, little guy, what should I do with you..." Xiang Yi couldn't help thinking when he was carrying the puppy back.

The words about sending the puppy away just now were just words to fool the property owner. How could he really send away such a cute puppy and let him go home again.

But it's true that the community doesn't allow him to raise him. Now, he's in trouble.

Forget it, the most important thing right now is to take care of Mu Zhongqian, let's solve the problems one by one, he comforted himself.

He dug out an old shoe for the puppy to chew on, and then took Mu Zhongqian's clothes to help him wash.

After washing the clothes, he went to touch Mu Zhongqian's forehead again, it was not as hot as before, and seeing that his fever was starting to subside, he gradually let go of Xiang Yi's hanging heart.

Only then did I take a few mouthfuls of breakfast.

Looking at the dirty little milk dog, Xiang Yi cheered up and bathed the little milk dog.

The puppy was very well-behaved, it didn't move or bark, and Xiang Yi let him clean it up.

After washing off all the dirt, the puppy showed its pure white fur.

The puppy licked Xiang Yi's fingers from time to time, and occasionally babbled, his big watery eyes were so adorable.

"Little guy, how old are you? Where did mother go? You must have been wandering alone for a long time, it must be very hard..."

"Wang..."

"Follow me from now on."

"Wang Wang..."

"It's so cute!"

Use a hair dryer to dry the puppy's hair, and he can't put it down in his arms.

After playing with the puppy for a while, he went to the bedroom to see if Mu Zhongqian's fever had subsided.

"Look, that childish ghost on the bed is the elder brother who saved you, you have to remember him." He spoke to a pair of puppies in his arms.

After tossing all night, he didn't close his eyes at all.

Very sleepy……

He really wanted to sleep, but he was worried about Mu Zhongqian.

Taking a wet towel, he sat on the edge of the bed and continued to help Mu Zhongqian wipe away the fine and dense sweat that oozed from his forehead from time to time.

Mu Zhongqian slept deeply, with his steady and even breathing, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, his cheeks were blushing, without his usual coldness and sharpness.

It wasn't until Mu Zhongqian's fever completely subsided that Xiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

The tense strings were loosened, and a feeling of exhaustion suddenly struck, and Xiang Yi unconsciously fell asleep beside Mu Zhongqian.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, quickly melting the night's snow.

When Mu Zhongqian opened his eyes, the first thing that caught his eyes was Xiang Yi's messy hair.

The pillow and quilt smelled like Xiang Yi, and he suddenly smiled heartily.

Mu Zhongqian was exhausted and tried to recall what happened last night. He seemed to be a bit fragmented. He only remembered that after Xiang Yi resolutely left him, he went to drink alone sadly, then picked up a puppy, and what happened next , there are only fragments left...

He embraced Xiang Yi with one arm, covered him with a quilt, and wanted to hug Xiang Yi to sleep for a while.

Although his movements were gentle, Xiang Yi woke up suddenly.

"Are you awake? How do you feel? Is it uncomfortable?" Xiang Yi rubbed his sleepy eyes in a hazy state of consciousness and asked.

Mu Zhongqian shook his head, then quickly pecked him on the face.

Xiang Yi was still sleeping in a daze. He took his phone and looked at the time. It was almost six o'clock. Looking out the window, the sun was almost setting.

"You skipped work all day." Xiang Yi turned over, changed into a comfortable position, and stretched his waist. His legs were almost numb due to the pressure from the previous position.

"Didn't you skip work all day with me?" Mu Zhongqian put his long arms through Xiang Yi's waist, pulling him towards him.

"Oh, don't touch me, my legs are numb!" Xiang Yi rolled his eyes at him, "You started dishonest when you sobered up and your fever subsided?"

"Do I still have a fever?" Mu Zhongqian himself didn't know about it at all, turned over and sat up, pinched Xiang Yi's leg, and kneaded it for him, "It seems to be the case, are you waking me up to take medicine?" Come? You still feed me porridge, don’t you?”

Mu Zhongqian frowned and tried hard to think about the picture of Xiang Yi hugging him and feeding him medicine and porridge. As soon as he thought of it, the sense of reality came to his face. He couldn't help but curl his mouth, but he hated himself for not thinking about it true.

"You really are a noble person who forgets things too much..." Xiang Yi's tone was resentful, but Mu Zhongqian's strength was just right, "Wait, just squeeze that piece, ah...comfortable..."

Hearing someone talking in the bedroom, the little milk dog in the living room probed his head, whining and chirping.

"I really picked up a dog?" Mu Zhongqian looked at the tiger-headed little milk dog, feeling a little headache...

"Not only are you picking up dogs, you're also acting like a coquettish and drunken maniac..." Xiang Yi leaned down and waved, and the puppy ran over to lick his fingers.

"Don't tease me casually, I don't know if I'm sick or not." Mu Zhongqian scolded.

"It's so healthy and cute. It doesn't look sick at first sight." Xiang Yi ignored him, picked up the puppy and put it on the bed, "I'll take it for an injection tomorrow and get a dog certificate for it."

Mu Zhongqian frowned, dissatisfied with Xiang Yi's actions, but seeing the interest on his face and moving his lips, he still didn't say anything in the end.

"What name would you like to name him?" Xiang Yi fiddled with the puppy, "Little guy, what do you want to be called?"

"The thin ones are like short ribs, let's call them ribs." Mu Zhongqian reached out to touch the puppy.

Before his finger touched a dog hair, he was opened by Xiang Yi, "Don't touch it, you are still sick, full of viruses and bacteria, don't touch my little puppy."

Mu Zhongqian was disgusted by others, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

really? worse than a dog