Clingy Love Guide [Transmigration Book]

Zhou Shen's complexion didn't change at all, it was the same as during the usual meeting.

The management expressions of several connections were a bit exciting, but no one dared to mention anything, and neither did Secretary Chen.

A short meeting of 10 minutes, the atmosphere is silent and eccentric.

After it was over, Zhou Shen blankly glanced at Qiao Yi who had already fallen asleep next to him.

When he came out of the barber shop, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon. After sitting for several hours, Qiao Yi was not only hungry but also sleepy. When it was over, he couldn't lift his eyelids. It was Zhou Shen who called him up.

Zhou Shen still stood up straight and sat upright as usual, and didn't even fight his eyelids.

Qiao Yi yawned and secretly glanced at Zhou Shen who was driving, her ears were red.

Zhou Shen's new hairstyle really suits him well. His cool brown hair makes him look a lot gentler, and his ear-length differential is just like the young people nowadays, not so much like the old-fashioned overlord image.

"What to eat?"

Zhou Shen spoke suddenly, which startled Qiao Yi, thinking that he had discovered that he was peeking, but Zhou Shen didn't even turn his head to look at him, so he probably didn't notice.

Qiao Yi breathed a sigh of relief, she was so sleepy that she took out her mobile phone to type: [Hot Pot]

Considering that Zhou Shen was driving, he also turned on text-to-speech for Zhou Shen to listen to.

Hearing the voice of the emotionless female robot, Zhou Shen's eyelids twitched, and the car turned into the place with the most traffic.

They went to the same mall as yesterday, and they didn't need to queue at all, they were directly led into the box.

Qiao Yi hasn't eaten hot pot for a long time. He can't eat spicy food, but he likes it very much. In the past, he would only try it when he was particularly greedy.

But today he was too sleepy and wanted to refresh himself.

When choosing the menu, Qiao Yi pushed it to Zhou Shen after he finished choosing, but this time he didn't ask Zhou Shen what he wanted to order.

Zhou Shen took a look.

Same as last time, Qiao Yi ordered a bunch of dishes that could hardly be eaten by two people. If possible, Qiao Yi might choose all the dishes.

Zhou Shen remembered that the last time he ate Qiao Yi's leftover dishes by himself at the end, he usually didn't eat too much, and that was the first time he ate so full when he ate out.

But when he finished eating, Qiao Yi still looked at him and said, "You ate a lot."

Thinking of this, Zhou Shen raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and didn't add any more food.

As soon as he handed the menu to the waiter, he received another message from Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi: [I'm going to make dipping sauce, do you want to come with me? 】

Qiao Yi seemed to have strengthened her belief that she didn't want to talk to him, and would rather type.

Zhou Shen raised his eyelids, and Qiao Yi was looking at him with bright eyes. The shredded wool cover that was ironed just now made Qiao Yi's face much tenderer, and it also made him whiter. Under the reflection, it looks pure white and a little... alluring.

Zhou Shen froze for a moment.

What was he thinking about?

Qiao Yi has already stood up, mainly because he remembers several delicious dipping sauce recipes, if Zhou Shen doesn't go, he has to make it by himself, but he doesn't want to go back and forth several times, he is too tired .

Although he didn't talk to Zhou Shen, he still looked at Zhou Shen eagerly.

Zhou Shen's eyelids twitched, he took off his suit jacket and followed him.

Zhou Shen didn't pursue these things, he always ate whatever he could, so when Qiao Yi put two small plates into his hands, he was still sweeping what to put.

As a result, before he had time to do it himself, Qiao Yi whispered while looking at the phone, "Sesame sauce..."

Then he took a spoonful and put it into the plate in his hand.

Zhou Shen: "?"

When he came back, Zhou Shen brought two plates in his hand, and Qiao Yi also brought two plates himself.

It was all done by Joe.

However, Qiao Yi was still watching eagerly, as if she really wanted to try these dipping sauces, so Zhou Shen couldn't say a word.

Forget it, he eats the same thing anyway.

Just as he was thinking, a hand suddenly stretched out in front of him.

Qiao Yi carefully pushed a small plate over, which he just held by himself.

The only one that wasn't spicy.

Zhou Shen really doesn't eat spicy food, his taste is very mild.

Zhou Shen was stunned for a moment. Since he was a child, it seemed that no one had ever done such a thing. He was always the one with the least needs at the dinner table, so everyone got used to it, and no one would take extra care of him.

Zhou Shen never cared.

After pushing the spices over, Qiao Yi retreated as if nothing had happened, and secretly glanced at Zhou Shen's expression.

But it was too foggy to see clearly.

The hot pot is mandarin duck pot, and Qiao Yi eats the spicy part.

After a few mouthfuls of food, Qiao Yi's eyes and nose were all red. In the hot mist, Zhou Shen looked up and saw his red lips from the heat, and his eyes were stained with moisture.

Because it was too spicy, Qiao Yi took another sip of iced soy milk, and all the drowsiness was gone, and her whole body felt warm.

But Zhou Shen frowned.

It's easy to eat bad stomach.

He couldn't help it: "If you can't eat, don't eat too much."

Qiao Yi paused, subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her lower lip, then frowned.

It's so spicy, it's so spicy to lick.

He didn't want to eat it at first, he had already tasted it, but if he ordered the mandarin duck pot, it would be a pity if he didn't eat the spicy part.

But when Zhou Shen said this, he seemed to have found a reason, and looked at the spicy pot reluctantly, and Qiao Yi turned to the clear soup pot.

But on the way back, Qiao Yi still felt that her stomach was not in control.

He is not a person who can endure pain, and soon he couldn't bear the pain and arched his body, his face turned pale, and he huddled on the co-pilot, no matter how much Zhou Shen concentrated on driving, he also noticed his abnormality.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Zhou Shen frowned tightly, his face a little ugly.

At this moment, Qiao Yi didn't have the time to look at his expression. She just nodded subconsciously. She wanted to hold back, but when Zhou Shen asked him this, he couldn't help it, and said with a little cry: "Brother Zhou Shen, I Stomach pain."

The voice trembled a little.

Zhou Shen was taken aback for a moment, and without much hesitation, he turned to the hospital.

When getting off the car, Qiao Yi stretched out her arms subconsciously.

He has never had a stomachache, and he was in good health before. Even if he couldn't eat spicy food, he would have no problem eating a little bit, and he didn't know why it hurt so much.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that the person in front of him was the unfamiliar Zhou Shen. Just when he was about to withdraw his hand and come down, Zhou Shen had a sullen face, half-bent, his arm passed under his leg, He hugged him horizontally.

Qiao Yi was stunned for a few seconds, and couldn't help but burrowed into his arms, holding Zhou Shen's arm tightly with one hand, and the clothes on his chest with the other, messing up his shirt and coat up.

Zhou Shen acted as if he hadn't noticed.

Secretary Chen was still having dinner with his girlfriend when he received the call from the boss.

During the video meeting with his boss during the day, he was shocked enough to see what he saw. Unexpectedly, the boss called and asked him to send a computer to the hospital.

The boss's tone was very serious, and Secretary Chen didn't dare to delay for a moment.

In the hospital, Qiao Yi'an was lying quietly on the hospital bed with a needle in her hand.

Beside the bed, Zhou Shen was communicating with the doctor.

"It should be caused by not eating well for a long time. The stomach is a little fragile. Just hang on for two days and pay attention to your diet in the future."

Zhou Shen looked serious.

Qiao Yi bit her lower lip.

He didn't expect Yuanchen's body to be so fragile, but it seemed that Yuanchen did not eat well and drank all the time. He never drank before. When eating, if he was too addicted to painting sometimes, he would forget it, but generally It will still be on time.

Fortunately, today is only acute gastroenteritis.

But it still hurts.

Qiao Yi turned sideways and covered her stomach with one hand, her cheeks sunk in the soft pillow, like a wounded animal.

As soon as the doctor left, he pursed his lips and looked at Zhou Shen with moisture in his eyes.

Zhou Shen swallowed everything he wanted to say at once.

Qiao Yi's appearance made him speechless.

When he didn't speak, Qiao Yi turned her head and called him in a low voice: "Brother Zhou Shen."

Zhou Shen lowered his eyes and hummed, his eyes fell on the hand covering his stomach, and there was an incomprehensible feeling in his heart that he had never felt before.

He was worried that Qiao Yi would cry and hurt just now.

He didn't know why.

"Does it still hurt?" Zhou Shen frowned and asked.

Where does the medicine work so quickly.

But it's not as uncomfortable as before.

Qiao Yi nodded without hesitation, "It hurts."

Zhou Shen's face was a little ugly, and he sat down on the side of the bed with a straight face, "Which side hurts?"

Qiao Yi raised her eyebrows to see his expression, and murmured: "Stomach."

Haven't you already said it all?

Qiao Yi pursed her lips.

In the next second, a hand covered the position he had just covered through the clothes.

Zhou Shen's palms were very hot, and he could feel the heat even through the thin clothes. Qiao Yi couldn't help shrinking back, but didn't dodge.

He looked at Zhou Shen in surprise.

Zhou Shen's face was as serious as if he was dealing with a bill of several hundred million, and he even asked solemnly, "Is this better?"

The hand covering Qiao Yi's stomach didn't have much strength, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

Qiao Yi blinked.

Suddenly, I felt that Zhou Shen, who always had a straight face, was actually not so annoying anymore.

But he shook his head honestly and said, "No."

How could it be possible to heal with just a touch of the hand, and he has no magic.

Zhou Shen was taken aback for a moment, feeling that he was a little naive, so Qiao Yi added in a low voice: "But it's a little bit warmer."

He said, and grabbed Zhou Shen's sleeve.

It seems that they don't want him to leave.

Zhou Shen paused, not daring to move.

The ward suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing became very clear.

After a while, Zhou Shen suddenly said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

Qiao Yi was stunned for a moment, as if he was a little puzzled why he started to mention that matter again, but he didn't let go of his hand.

Zhou Shen heaved a sigh of relief for no reason, and continued: "I received the call by accident, and I will avoid such things in the future."

"You shouldn't be accused without verification."

"Then you can't verify it." Qiao Yi murmured in a low voice. He had almost forgotten it, but after thinking about it, he said honestly: "You are right, you should be loyal to the other party during marriage."

"But you really shouldn't answer my private calls without my consent, but you said you bumped into it by accident, I forgive you, I cried because the cake was gone, but you made it up to me, so I forgive you too .”

Qiao Yi spoke very seriously, and was still thinking about replaying the game seriously, then suddenly remembered something, and her expression became a little serious: "But the person who called was not my ex-boyfriend...it shouldn't be." Qiao Yi Blinking, he met Zhou Shen's eyes, "If I say no, will you believe me?"

There was no sign of lying in his eyes, and his eyes were very clean.

This made Zhou Shen unable to connect with the previous Qiao Yi, and even felt that this Qiao Yi seemed to be a different person.

But Qiao Yi also seemed to be like this when she was a child, her eyes were very clean.

Oddly enough, Zhou Shen nodded.

Qiao Yi's eyes lit up, "Then can you stop looking at me like a stranger?"

This is what he hates the most.

Zhou Shen was stunned for a moment.

Qiao Yi licked her lips and said, "Can you not misunderstand me?"

"Also, if you really want to kill me, can you send me a text, you speak with a straight face, it's too fierce."

It's not that Zhou Shen has never heard others say that he is fierce.

He has been used to this since he was a child, and he never cared about what others think, but when Qiao Yi said this, he subconsciously frowned and his heart skipped a beat.

Before she had time to speak, Qiao Yi patted the back of his hand and said dissatisfied: "Don't move around."

He accidentally rubbed Qiao Yi's stomach with his hand.

Soft.

Zhou Shen sullenly said, "I will try my best."

He can't fully guarantee things that haven't happened yet. He's a businessman, so it's hard to write a bad promise.

Besides, he didn't know exactly what level of "fierce" Qiao Yi was referring to. Zhou Shen had long been used to talking and doing things like that with others.

Qiao Yi blinked at him and thought to herself, what is it, is it so difficult?

He actually wanted to kill himself.

He pursed his lower lip unhappily, and the door of the ward was pushed open.

When Secretary Chen came in with the computer in his arms, what he saw was the boss who was busy with everything and took the time to dye his hair. Right now, he put one hand on Young Master Qiao's body, and the two of them put their heads together, and they didn't know what they were doing.

As soon as he came in, the two of them looked at him.

Secretary Chen: "...I'm sorry boss, you continue."

The author has something to say:

From now on—— Qiao Yi: Take it easy

Zhou Shen: I try my best