After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

When getting off work at night, Song Jin'an felt a sore throat and his head was still groggy.

Sitting on the sofa, I started to daze unconsciously.

By the time Fu Chengwang frowned and walked up to Song Jin'an and squatted down, he was almost delirious from the fever.

"Baby?" Fu Chengwang shook Song Jin'an's arm, but Song Jin'an just rolled his eyes blankly, and then didn't move.

Fu Chengwang became anxious all of a sudden, hugged Song Jin'an and went out, calling Zhan Shuo: "Drive to the hospital!"

Song Jin'an lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his whole face was flushed red.

The doctor was wiping off a cold sweat, and the director and vice president next to him didn't dare to speak. Now Fu Chengwang's aura is too scary.

The dean bit the bullet and said: "It's because I caught a cold in the rain and didn't dry it off in time, and then drank iced drinks, and the cold came up all of a sudden, which caused the fever."

The dean paused for two seconds, and added another sentence: "Take a drip and take medicine on time, and you will be fine after a week."

Fu Chengwang looked at Song Jin'an, who was showing pain, and lowered his eyes: "Go out..."

Zhan Shuo took the doctors out and locked the door.

Fu Chengwang held Song Jin'an's burning hot hand, and his whole body seemed to be dead without moving.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Chengwang suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself hard on the face.

The voice was so loud that Zhan Shuo and Xiao Suizui, who were guarding outside the door, heard a crisp applause.

"I'm sorry, baby." Fu Chengwang closed his eyes, held Song Jin'an's hand, and kissed the back of his hand tremblingly.

It's all his fault, he obviously saw that his head was covered with rain, but he didn't react immediately to blow him dry, and he was still acting with him there, even though he knew the milk tea was iced, he still let him drink it.

Because of his carelessness, Song Jin'an suffered this crime.

Song Jin'an seemed to feel the uneasiness and guilt of the people around him in his sleep, his brows were also frowned, and his fingers subconsciously circled Fu Chengwang's hand, holding it tightly.

After nine o'clock, Song Jin'an's fever subsided a lot, and he woke up, feeling much better, but his face was still a little pale.

He learned that Fu Chengwang didn't eat the guilt-ridden dinner, stayed by the bed the whole time, didn't even drink his saliva, and immediately became unhappy.

The voice was hoarse, and tears came up all of a sudden: "It's not your fault, it's obvious that I am disobedient, why are you torturing yourself!"

It seemed that he was very fragile when he was sick, and tears flowed down without saying a word.

"You don't want to be such a husband. It's my fault. I won't be greedy anymore. You have to eat on time." Song Jin'an's tears were still hot, and his face turned red instantly, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I It will get better soon."

Fu Chengwang wiped his tears for him, his heart was broken by this man's crying, and he hurriedly coaxed: "Baby is right, it's my fault, I ordered dinner, shall we eat together later? If Bao doesn’t cry, his eyes will be swollen from crying.”

Zhan Shuo took a look outside the door, then closed the door again, it's better to wait a while before going in to deliver the food.

He sighed, stroked Xiao Suizui's head, and pulled his hair.

The doctor also said just now that it is a good thing to cry, after all, there are so many hanging waters.

Fu Chengwang fed Song Jin'an a bowl of porridge, and Song Jin'an couldn't eat it anymore, so he urged Fu Chengwang to eat the rest.

Song Jin'an was still suffering, but after sitting for a while, the fever flared up again, and he felt dizzy from the fever. He was still listening to Fu Chengwang's words, but his consciousness had already fallen into a dream.

Fu Chengwang turned off the light, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, then went to bed and hugged Song Jin'an to sleep.

After sleeping until midnight, Song Jin'an's fever got worse, but he kept shouting cold.

Fu Chengwang was so anxious that he didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he got out of bed and rang the bell, and then brought the quilt on the escort's bed to cover Song Jin'an.

At this time, Zhan Shuo and the others had already gone back to rest, and there was only one doctor on duty, not the one who took over Song Jin'an before.

After coming here, Song Jin'an checked it again, and only said that it was a normal repetition, and it would be better if the cover was thicker and sweaty.

Fu Chengwang didn't want to talk, so he waved him away.

After a while, Song Jin'an woke up, his mouth was dry, and he yelled for water.Fu Chengwang quickly took a glass of warm water for him.

After Song Jin'an drank, he obediently lay in Fu Chengwang's arms, and whispered: "Husband, go to sleep, don't be too tired."

"Okay." Fu Chengwang replied, with the back of his hand still on Song Jin'an's forehead, and took out a temperature gun to take a test, and it felt that it was not as hot as before.

"Brother, An An wants to hug and sleep." Song Jin'an closed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and his whole body was already limp due to the heat.

Fu Chengwang hurriedly hugged him and lay down, patting his back with his palm.

The lights in the corridor also dimmed, Fu Chengwang fell asleep at some point, Song Jin'an struggled to open his eyes, breathing hot.

Stretching out her thin white arms tremblingly, she evened out half of the quilt on her body to Fu Chengwang.

There was only one thought in his drowsy little head.

It's so hard to be sick, An An has already realized that my brother can't get sick anymore.