Substitute not qualified

"Why?" Lin Yunqing leaned his head on the back of the seat in front, and his voice was muffled. He would feel a little uncomfortable when riding in a car, and bending over could lower the center of gravity, which would make him feel less uncomfortable.

"Lin Yunqing, are you a little stupid?" Wen Zhuo saw his slumped appearance, and stretched out his hand to pull him up, so why did Luo tell him some nonsense?

"I'm not stupid." Lin Yunqing pushed his hand and lay down again.

"Why do you care about him? Don't be sold and count the money."

"Sold by someone? Luo Xing?" Lin Yunqing didn't understand his brain circuit all of a sudden.If he hadn't been afraid that Wen Zhuo liked Luo Xing and would retaliate against him for the sake of his sweetheart in the future, he wouldn't talk to Luo Xing.

"Which star do you like?" Wen Zhuo frowned, his tone a little heavy.

"Huh?!" Hearing this, Lin Yunqing immediately straightened up, leaned in front of him, stared at him with wide eyes, "Luo Xing?"

Wen Zhuo stretched out his fingers to pinch his mouth, and turned his head aside, "Lin Yunqing, don't forget that you are still working for me."

"I don't like him." Lin Yunqing's voice was a little louder, it was a matter of his innocence, he raised his hand to hold Wen Zhuo's wrist, and pulled his hand down, "You are the one who likes him." Please don't slander He is not good.

Is there a magical magnetic field between the protagonists, you can meet that kind wherever you go, and then you see each other right.

"I might fall in love with you if I'm blind." Wen Zhuo flicked his wrist in disgust, "If I fall in love with that star, then I'm not only blind, but also mentally retarded."

Wen Zhuo raised his eyelids and glanced at him. Lin Yunqing, who was chattering and chirping, was not annoying, but Luo Xing, who was chattering, was as annoying as a mosquito buzzing around his ears that couldn't be killed.

Lin Yunqing: ...you don't have to slander yourself like that.

Glancing at Wen Zhuo, he suddenly thought, Wen Zhuo has something wrong with his brain. Both Aunt Feng and Shu Qing have said that Wen Zhuo has not been quite right since he got into a car accident.

"Don't you think he's special?" Lin Yunqing lowered her voice and asked tentatively.

Wen Zhuo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a dull voice, "It's quite special, I don't know how the HR department recruited him."

"Oh." It seems that the two of them didn't get along well.To be honest, he doesn't like Luo Xing, of course he knows that Luo Xing's belittling him, but he doesn't want to talk to him, it's quite naive.

He also didn't want Wen Zhuo to be ruined by Luo Xing with the face of their god of accounting, it just made people uncomfortable.Anyway, he just felt that Wen Zhuo and Luo Xing didn't get along, that's all.

"I think Shu Qing is better." Lin Yunqing said in a low voice, Mr. Bai Yueguang is still better.

"Lin Yunqing, shut up." The warm voice was tinged with coldness.

"Oh." Bai Yueguang is Ni Lin, so he can't mention it, he knows it.

Lin Yunqing sat on the seat, was interrupted by Wen Zhuo, and didn't feel motion sickness, and while Wen Zhuo closed his eyes, he looked at him openly.

As the protagonist, Wen Zhuo's appearance is really nothing to say, although he looks exactly the same as the old masters of the accounting institute in the world, but he looks much more friendly.Maybe it's because we've been together for a long time.

Lin Yunqing rested her elbows on her thighs and looked at him carefully with her chin resting on her hands.Wen Zhuo's facial features seem to be deeper than ordinary people's, tough and slightly aggressive, with a slender body and a big frame, and smooth muscle lines can be faintly seen from the clothes.

His chest was also bulging, and he wanted to poke it, but he didn't dare.Looking down, you can see the curved legs, which are very long. The space in the back seat of this car is spacious enough, but the warm knees are still pressed against the back of the seat.

In comparison, there was still a lot of space in front of his knees, Lin Yunqing suddenly realized that he had short legs, and was very angry.

He quietly moved his knees and lightly touched his warm thighs, the body temperature was transmitted through the fabric of the trousers, and the muscles were very strong.

Just as he was happily exploring the differences in human physique, Wen Zhuo, who had closed his eyes to rest, slightly raised his eyelids and looked down at him.Lin Yunqing was getting more and more aggressive, and she was poking his thigh lightly with her fingertips, which was a little itchy.

Fool.Wen Zhuo closed his eyes.

The driver sent them downstairs.

Lin Yunqing unbuckled his seat belt, looked at Wen Zhuo whose eyes were still closed, and moved over hesitantly, did he fall asleep?

"Wen Zhuo, we're here, wake up." He pushed him gently.

Wen Zhuo frowned and snorted, as if he had no intention of waking up.

"Wen Zhuo." Lin Yunqing yelled again, something seemed wrong, he gently touched Wen Zhuo's forehead with his hand, it was so hot.

"Uncle." He leaned on the back of the chair and said to the driver, "Let's go to the hospital, Mr. Wen has a fever."

"No need." Wen Zhuo pulled him back, "Go down."

He woke up the moment Lin Yunqing touched his forehead, his palm felt cool and comfortable.

"We're going to the hospital." Lin Yunqing grabbed the seat belt and blocked the door, preventing him from going out.

"Lin Yunqing, it's just a cold." Wen Zhuo rubbed his forehead, "Let's go in first, we can call the family doctor."

"Alright then." Lin Yunqing got out of the car obediently when she heard that the doctor could come over, and poked her head inside, "Do you want me to help you?"

"Lin Yunqing, I have a cold, not a broken leg." Wen Zhuo couldn't help feeling a little funny when he saw his trembling look.

"I didn't catch a cold today even in the rain, but you fell ill instead." Lin Yunqing followed him into the elevator.

"Student Lin Yunqing, do you think it's appropriate for you to show your sense of superiority in front of a patient at this moment?" Wen Zhuo put his hand on his shoulder.

"You are so heavy." Sensing the pressure, Lin Yunqing murmured, but did not escape.

After returning home, Lin Yunqing turned on the light and helped the person inside.

Wen Zhuo thinks it's actually okay, but seeing Lin Yunqing's nervous appearance feels pretty good.

After taking a shower, Lin Yunqing came to his room with milk.

"Give me a drink?" Wen Zhuo, who was blowing his hair, slightly raised his eyebrows.

"You've been drinking, you need some milk." Lin Yunqing handed him the milk.

Wen Zhuo, who hadn't drank milk for a long time, took it: "Since when did you have this thing at home?"

After he took a sip, he felt a little fishy.

"Of course I bought it. Look at how unhealthy you are. You drink coffee and no milk all day long. No wonder you catch a cold." Lin Yunqing stared at him, "You're almost done."

All right, Wen Zhuo endured the smell of milk, took a gulp, then put down the cup, went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

"Is there such a dislike?"

"It's quite disgusting." After taking a shower, he relaxed a lot. Maybe it was also at home, and his fatigue became more and more obvious.

Wen Zhuo lay down on the bed.

"Your hair is still wet, don't sleep." Lin Yunqing walked over and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull him up.

But Wen Zhuo, who was lying on the bed, was unmoved. With half-closed eyes, he touched the hair dryer on the bed and handed it to Lin Yunqing, saying lazily, "Blow it for me."

"Then you get up first." Lin Yunqing took the hair dryer and negotiated terms with him.

Wen Zhuo yawned, propped his elbows on the bed, and straightened up.He sat on the bed and turned around so that the person standing by the bed could blow dry his hair.

"I haven't called the doctor yet." Lin Yunqing turned on the hair dryer, rubbed his hair with her hands, and gently dried it for him.

"It's okay." Wen Zhuo felt that his decision might be wrong, and Lin Yunqing's warm and cool fingertips gently touched his scalp from time to time, which was very comfortable and made people drowsy.

"A little cold." His nasal voice was a little heavy now, and his voice was dull.

Wen Zhuo tilted his head back slightly, and the back of his head rested on Lin Yunqing's stomach.

"I can't blow you like this." Lin Yunqing pushed his head away with his hand.

"Then blow to another position first." Wen Zhuo leaned his head back again. If Lin Yunqing blows his hair every time he gets drunk, then it's not unbearable to be drunk and drink milk.

Lin Yunqing looked at his closed eyes, there was an inconspicuous eye circle under his eyes, she didn't push him away, her fingertips shuttled through the warm hair, occasionally touching his skin, she could feel the warmth different from ordinary people. body temperature.

The burning fever has not subsided.

"You call the doctor."

"Huh?" Wen Zhuo didn't react for a while. After hearing clearly, he touched the mobile phone beside the bed, unlocked it and handed it to the person behind, "Doctor Wang."

Lin Yunqing took the phone, found Dr. Wang in the contacts, and dialed.He still has some impressions of this kind doctor Wang, who gave him a diagnosis certificate last time.

"Mr. Wen, do you want to let people rest at night? You are trapped by love again, so you can drink away your worries?"

As soon as the phone was connected, there was an unceremonious male voice on the other end.

Lin Yunqing: ...This seems to be somewhat different from the kind doctor Wang last time.

"Don't talk nonsense, I have a cold and a fever." Wen Zhuo replied with a raised voice.

"I still think what's the matter, how much is it?"

"How many degrees?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"Mr. Wen, I'm not so awesome that I can take your temperature through my mobile phone." Dr. Wang replied.

"I didn't ask you."

Only then did Lin Yunqing realize that this was asking him.

"Wait a minute, I'll get the forehead thermometer." He handed the phone back to Wen Zhuo and walked out.

After he left, a gossiping voice came from the other end of the phone: "Wow, Mr. Wen, the little lover who was slightly injured last time?"

After his reminder, Wen Zhuo remembered that Lin Yunqing was injured by that Luo or something last time. Thinking of this, he felt that that person was even more annoying, so he should keep Lin Yunqing away from these people in the future.

After Lin Yunqing came back, she took Wen Zhuo's temperature with a forehead thermometer.

"38.1 degrees Celsius." He reported the data to Dr. Wang.

Under the doctor's strong request, Wen Zhuo handed the phone to Lin Yunqing.

"I talked with the patient just now, and the situation is almost understood." Dr. Wang's tone is much more serious now, and it sounds very convincing.

"The patient is overworked and his body's resistance is lowered, causing a respiratory tract infection. It's not serious. Mr. Wen has had this situation several times before, so don't worry too much. You can physically cool him down tonight and let him drink more water. Tomorrow If the symptoms do not improve significantly, then go to the hospital for treatment."

"Okay, thank you, Dr. Wang." Lin Yunqing hung up the phone.

"Hair." Wen Zhuo put the phone aside and reminded.

"What?" Lin Yunqing once again failed to keep up with Mr. Wen Ba's brain circuit.

"Keep blowing." Wen Zhuo glanced at the hair dryer next to him.

Lin Yunqing reached out and touched his head. The hair just blown was a little limp and messy, like a big dog.

"It's already done, can't you notice it?" Wen Zhuo is already so sick?