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Liang Xiao just slept on the sofa all night with a fever. The next morning, he was awakened by thirst. After opening his eyes, he felt exhausted. He took his phone and checked the time. It was eight o'clock in the morning.

The appointment time with the client was nine o'clock, and Liang Xiao suddenly stood up on the sofa, but his knee hit the coffee table, and he sat back down after feeling dizzy.

He rested on the sofa for a while, and felt that he should not be able to go out in this state, so he sent a message to the client to explain the situation.

The customer was not very happy, but he knew that he was sick so he missed the appointment and didn't say much. He just made another appointment and let him have a good rest.

Liang Xiao put down his phone, raised his hand and touched his forehead, guessing that he had a low-grade fever.

He stood up again, went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water, and didn't go back to sit when the water boiled, but leaned directly on the refrigerator with his head leaning against the cold door.

Very thirsty, very sleepy, very tired, and I have no strength in my whole body.

In such a short time of boiling water, Liang Xiao actually leaned against the refrigerator and fell asleep, and only opened his eyes again when he heard the voice of the WeChat message.

He poured a cup of hot water, walked back to the sofa, and just put down the cup when the phone rang.

He sat down on the sofa and picked up the phone.

Jiang Qing spoke quickly, and asked a series of questions: "What are you doing? Why didn't you reply to the message? Is the illness cured? Is it still burning?"

Liang Xiao looked down at the heat rising from the water glass, and said wearily, "It hasn't been a minute since you sent the message to the phone call... I still have a low-grade fever, nothing serious."

"Why does the low-grade fever sound so lethargic, and the physical fitness has declined."

Liang Xiao has long been used to Jiang Qing's way of caring for him. He clearly knows that he is anxious when he has a fever, but he can't say a few words of concern.

In fact, he seldom gets sick. Even when he was sick before, Jiang Qing didn’t have much time to take care of him. She just told him to drink plenty of hot water and get a good night’s sleep. Now it might be because she wasn’t around to watch, Jiang Qing finally got a little sick. Like a mother who worries about her child.

Liang Xiao was quite happy, but he couldn't let Jiang Qing know, otherwise he would definitely be in a hurry with him.

He said slowly: "Maybe, I haven't exercised much recently, it rained yesterday and I caught a cold."

Jiang Qing clicked her tongue and was silent for a while before asking: "How did you earn the money? Why did you have to pay it back so soon?"

Liang Xiao smiled, "Didn't I tell you before, rely on face."

"It really depends on your face? Have you been a model for someone?" Jiang Qing didn't quite believe it, "Can you earn so much money as a model?"

"Just being handsome." Liang Xiao said.

"Little bastard, just talk to me," Jiang Qing said, "Anyway, you are an adult, have been educated in college, and you have the ability to distinguish yourself. You should be better than me at what you can do and what you can't do." The illiterate clearly..."

Liang Xiao reached out to touch the water glass while listening. Feeling that it was not so hot, he picked it up and took a sip tentatively.

"That friend who lent you money is really a friend?" Jiang Qing asked, "Didn't you borrow an online loan or something?"

"Am I sick? I borrowed an online loan to repay the usury."

Liang Xiao was so thirsty that he drank a few mouthfuls of hot water, feeling that his tongue was about to be scalded.

"How did you meet such a rich friend? He's so righteous, he doesn't even charge interest."

Liang Xiao sighed, and put down the water glass, "Actually, he's not a friend, he's the owner of the bar where I work, a rich second-generation rich man, the little money he borrowed from me is nothing to him, and he's not afraid of me. Sorry."

Jiang Qing didn't make a sound for a long time, Liang Xiao pressed her temple, "If you have nothing to do, let's stop chatting, I want to sleep again."

Jiang Qing suddenly said again, "Liang Xiao, tell me the truth, have you been adopted by someone?"

Liang Xiao felt that he might have lost his mind, so he said blankly, "What?"

Jiang Qing repeated it seriously, "I said, have you been adopted by someone?"

This time, Liang Xiao was sure that his brain was fine, but Jiang Qing's was. He said dumbfoundedly, "Who the hell is taking care of me..."

"Just the bar owner you mentioned, the rich second generation."

"He's a man." Liang Xiao said.

"What's wrong with the man? Can't the man keep you?"

Liang Xiao was silent, and couldn't catch up with Jiang Qing's words for a while. Jiang Qing saw that he was silent for a long time, and suddenly became anxious, "Liang Xiao! You little bastard's head has been blown out of your fart! How old are you? Just being taken care of by someone? You are a fucking man! You..."

Liang Xiao frowned tightly, "Stop it, stop it, don't yell, it gives me a headache, I'm not taken care of, no."

"Really?" Jiang Qing was dubious.

"Really," Liang Xiao said, "Which rich second-generation contractor would hire me like this..."

"Tsk, that's right. You can't give in and coax people. Whoever spends your wallet is the one who will blow your head off."

Liang Xiao leaned on the back of the sofa, and said weakly, "My head is blown by farts, can I just hang up?"

"Think I'm willing to take care of you? If it weren't for the fact that you're helping me pay back the money, I wouldn't care who has taken care of you... Okay, hang up, drink more hot water, and have a good rest."

When Jiang Qing hung up the phone, Liang Xiao lowered her hand, feeling that Jiang Qing had called out her illness seriously, and her mind was full of nonsense.

He sat on the sofa with his head free for a while, drank the rest of the water, then grabbed the phone and went into the bedroom, charged the phone and smashed himself on the bed.

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It was already noon when he woke up again. This time Liang Xiao woke up from hunger. He touched his forehead and felt that he still had a fever. I ate a slice with the water that was not very hot in the morning.

Then he searched around at home, but he didn't even have any instant noodles. He was really hungry. He picked up his phone and wanted to order a takeaway, when he saw a message from Lu Ze: [Brother Xiao, have you eaten the apple yet? Is it super sweet? ]

So Liang Xiao went to the refrigerator and took out the two bags of fruit that Lu Ze gave him. There were apples, bananas, oranges and so on. I picked up an apple and rubbed it casually, and took two bites. It was sweet, crisp, and full of moisture.

Liang Xiao replied: [Sweet, bananas are delicious too, thank you]

Lu Ze replied to him after 2 minutes: [Just say thank you a few times for such a little fruit]

Lu Ze: [The money I owed you yesterday was covered by a bowl of beef noodles, so don't I have to add a few words of thanks? ]

Liang Xiao had already gnawed a big apple, and smiled when he saw Lu Ze's words, and just wanted to reply "No", Lu Ze had already sent over: [Thank you thank you thank you thank you]

Lu Ze: [Is it enough?Not enough and still]

Liang Xiao: [Why don't you give me the money]

Lu Ze: [Want to collect money now? ]

Lu Ze: [Too late, no more]

Before Liang Xiao peeled another orange, Lu Ze had already changed the subject: [Why are you so free at this time, no work? ]

Liang Xiao: [Well, I have a fever, take a day off]

Lu Ze: [. . .Niubi]

Lu Ze: [You said you were cool yesterday, but today you have a fever, I can’t help but boast]

Liang Xiao stared at these two messages for a few seconds, and said that he had a fever and said that it was awesome, making Lu Ze gay is really hard for him.