Husband is the president of the president [Comprehensive]

The rain came suddenly, from a drizzle to almost a downpour.

It turned out that what Ji Zi said on the phone before was to remind you to bring an umbrella. Su Ti first put on the hat and ran for a while. Later, the rain became heavier and heavier, and wearing a hat was useless. Instead, the cotton hat absorbed enough water and became heavy. , hair is also wet.

Probably because he was not clear-headed, but he didn't even think of calling Naoki Irie to pick him up.

In the end, I ran to the destination in the heavy rain.

When he knocked on the door, Naoki Irie, who looked casual in pajama pants, stood at the door, his hair was still dripping with water, and a dry towel was hanging in the crook of his hand. He frowned, and quickly pulled Su Ti in, using the towel Wipe the beads of water off her hair.

The water on his body dripped onto the wooden floor, and Su Ti was a little embarrassed: "It will make the floor wet..."

Before he finished speaking, he sneezed, and his whole body was numb, as if he was fished out of the water.

"Come in." His tone was firm, his brows were tightly furrowed: "Or do you think the floor is more important to me than you?"

Su Timo followed him in silently. He was a little tired and couldn't lift his strength to speak. When he raised his head, with a pair of eyes that knew her well, he felt a little guilty for no reason: "... I'm here to bring you something."

He quickly reached under the clothes and touched it, and was relieved to find that the package was still dry.

"It's not important." If I had known that she would come over in the rain so stupidly, I wouldn't have told my family in the first place, just go back and bring it when I find time.

Irie Naoki's tone was stiff, and when his hands touched her soaked clothes, he could almost wring out the water: "Go take a bath first."

The place where Irie Naoki lives is a small apartment, or the kind of single-person apartment, which is not spacious, and can fit at most a bed, a cabinet, and some other things.

Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, even with a bathroom and kitchen, but compared to the villa of Irijiang's family, the space is really aggrieved.

But Naoki would rather stay here than go home, probably because he thinks this place is better than home?

The hot water at a moderate temperature caused a slight tremor on the skin, and the figure in the mirror in the misty bathroom was faintly visible. Su Ti leaned closer, her cheeks blushing a little.

The design of a single apartment should consider the area and land as much as possible. The bathroom and the bedroom are not separated separately. The partition is made of frosted glass, and the light yellow light in the bathroom shines through the glass.

The bedroom is the living room, the lights in the bedroom are not turned on, and the only light source is the light from the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the shower in his ears, Naoki Irie sat on the bed, turned on the TV with the remote control, and a faint cold light hit his expressionless face.

Finally, he turned his head sideways.The scene behind the frosted glass cannot be seen clearly, but the faint light and shadow can be seen. Even if the slender figure is blurred and magnified, it still looks too slender, which makes people feel a little bit of fantasy.

enough.

Inexplicable emotions flashed in Naoki Irie's eyes, the sound and shadow of the outside world had been weakened in the sea of ​​consciousness, and finally the vigorous white mist poured into the bedroom as the door opened.

The sweet scent of the shower gel soon permeated the small room, and a petite figure stepped out of it in inappropriate slippers, wearing a large shirt, which looked a bit like a skirt.

After the heavy rain, the clothes were already wet and couldn't be worn anymore, so I took them to the heating pipe to dry, and I guess they wouldn't be able to dry in a while.

Recently, I really have a problem with the weather. Every time I go out, it will rain, and every time it rains, I will not bring an umbrella. Maybe take some time to go to the temple to ask for a few sunny days for the dolls to hang.

"Brother," she sniffed, feeling uncomfortable, "how can I go back later?"

Naoki Irie's throat rolled, and he said flatly, "Don't go back tonight."

Don't go back, Su Ti turned his head stupidly, a little confused: "Then where should I sleep?"

"You sleep in bed."

"That……"

Irie Naoki picked up the cup next to the bedside table and tried the temperature: "It's almost there."

Su Ti reached out to take it, obediently took a sip, and a pair of small ears almost appeared on the top of his head: "Ginger Coke!"

"Yeah." After a pause, he suddenly said, "I sleep on the tatami next to me."

After drinking Coke Suti, I feel a little better, but my eyes are still a little bit open, and I feel sleepy.

But it's been a long time since Irie Naoki stayed so close.

The number of times he came back was less and less, and there were very few opportunities to meet each other. If he fell asleep like this, he didn't know when he would have a chat next time.

Say a few words, just say a few words...

"What's the matter?" He said, his voice was slightly stiff: "I mean, you seem to want to say something."

What to say?Su Ti was stunned, his brain was muddled, everything seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass, and he couldn't understand clearly, so he said in a low voice: "I miss you very much..."

The sound and light from the outside seemed to suddenly go dark, Naoki Irie tightened his grip on the remote control, and his emotions surged violently.

"Jiko's mother misses you very much too, and everyone misses you so much, but you refuse to come back." She lowered her head, and the sleepiness in her head was strongly occupying the high ground.

Just because other people miss him, what about her?

And just being one of these people?

Let go of the remote control in his hand, the black plastic board has been pinched and slightly sunken, disappointment flashed quickly in his eyes, and he responded indifferently.

Dimly remembering that the pill box of the medicine she took before she came out seemed to say that "a small number of people will have a slight drowsiness reaction after taking it", Su Ti patted her forehead. Could it be such a coincidence that it happened to be that small group of people?

Barely opening her eyes, she asked in a low voice, "... when will you be back?"

"……Feel sorry."

With the expected answer, Su Ti slowly closed his eyes, and the jumping characters on the TV slowly turned into blurred groups: "Then, do you have a little..."

"Sleep." He interrupted her gently, with a stern expression on his face, but his hands still gently tucked the quilt tightly so as not to open it.

The TV was also turned off.

That night.

After lying on the tatami for half the night, I thought I would fall asleep quickly. Although the top was harder than the bed, it was probably because of this reason, or maybe it was something else, so I couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

Irie Naoki sat up from the couch, the boredom and hot mood were still not far away, went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water, poured the whole glass, and became more conscious.

When she came back, she saw that the quilt had run to the side, she was sleeping so unsteadily, her whole body was hanging over the edge of the bed, she could push her down with just a little push with her little finger.

Seeing that he was about to fall off the bed, he quickly walked over a few steps and hugged her back, and even the whole quilt wrapped her up like a glutinous rice ball.

Sleep is a bit poor.

But it wasn't like this in the past, she slept very well. She used to go outing together and didn't even move all night. He was so scared that he always stretched out his hand carefully to test his breath, and then fell asleep peacefully.

People can change without realizing it.

Naoki Irie opened his hand to caress his face, and sighed softly from between his alienated fingers. His fingers pinched a deep green mark in his palm, and he put down his hand, regaining his usual calmness.

Continue to tuck in the quilt, and inadvertently touched her hand, the temperature difference was too much, and quickly reached out to touch her forehead, the temperature was obviously hotter than normal body temperature.

Su Ti's face was flushed, and even in his sleep he frowned uncomfortably, coughing once or twice from time to time.

There are still faint dark circles under the eyes. It is estimated that the days when no one is watching at home are very irregular.

go to the hospital.

Irie Naoki bent down and stretched out his hand to hug her, but Su Ti opened his eyes with difficulty, drooped them again, and his voice became hoarse: "What are you doing?"

"You have a fever." He said succinctly.

fever?Su Ti effortlessly raised his hand to touch his forehead, vaguely feeling the coldness of his palm, and opened his lips: "...it seems a little bit."

Irie Naoki frowned and grabbed her, Su Ti responded subconsciously: "Don't go to the hospital."

There is a kind of physiological and instinctive resistance to the hospital, even a little fear. Even if she fell into a fever and lost consciousness, she only knew to subconsciously repeat the words in her mouth: "Don't go to the hospital..."

The limbs were weak and weak, and the hands were tightly grabbing something that could be pulled, and the whole body was expressing its utmost resistance.

If the consciousness is not clear, there is no way to cooperate with the treatment, and the situation may be worse if you go to the hospital.

He quickly made a decision, and comforted him in a deep voice: "Okay, we won't go to the hospital."

Hearing the reassurance she relaxed a little.

"We're not going." Irie Naoki put his cold hand on her forehead.

The most urgent problem right now is to find a way to cool down quickly. Fortunately, living alone has to take care of myself. I still have a lot of medicines in the medicine box. I found antipyretics and poured them for her. I prepared a thermometer and planned to wait for observation.

If the situation is still not good and the fever does not subside, no matter whether you like it or not, you can only be sent to the hospital forcibly.

His voice suddenly became a little hoarse: "Hey, come down quickly."

Because of the fever, his body was hot, and he was sweating non-stop. Su Ti always wanted to grab something cool, but the quilt was tightly covered, and he couldn't open it at all.

The little girl's voice was a little crying: "Hot."

hot.Hearing that she said it was hot, there was nothing he could do about it. Naoki Irie had already found several ice packs to apply ice packs to cool down as much as possible, and his cold palm was caught on the hot collarbone.

His body froze, and he wanted to withdraw his hand, but the cell phone next to his pillow suddenly lit up.

Above is a picture of her with a boy.

He knows that boy.

The hope in the eyes is like a lens that was suddenly hit by a stone, cracked inch by inch, and the pain will make people feel dizzy.His face darkened rapidly, and the cold air radiating from his body seemed to freeze the air.

The wrist was held too tightly, Su Ti snorted uncomfortably, and when he wanted to raise his hand, he was pushed back to the bed, with warm breath swaying around his neck.

She coughed, and hummed in a weak cat-like voice, as if she just wanted to call a name to relieve the uncomfortable feeling: "... Atobe."

Irie Naoki's pupils shrank suddenly.

The night was long and long, her body temperature quickly returned to normal, and she fell into a peaceful sleep.

He didn't sleep with his eyes closed, a ray of light shone through the window screen at his feet, the mobile phone next to his hand rang, he picked up the mobile phone, and the incoming call on the screen prompted "Atobe".

"Hello? It's me, Atobe." The male voice over there was unfamiliar yet familiar.

After a pause of a second or two, there was no answer from the phone, and Keigo Atobe spoke again.

Facing the shadow, Irie Naoki chuckled.

The other side immediately became vigilant: "Who are you?"

"She's on my bed."

He collected his expression, and said lightly: "At this time, do you think it is necessary to ask who I am?"

The author has something to say: give you sugar.

By the way, let me push my Lily Wen, yes, it is Lily Wen, I want to prostitute a pretty lady.

"Life with the Quilt"

Coptidis is bitter.

After returning from studying in Japan, the local snake took a fancy to her beauty and wanted to marry her by force. The family found a poor girl to marry her instead.

On the day of the wedding, when the girl got into the bridal sedan chair, she secretly threw herself in, shot down the groom's officer with a gun, and took her place by herself.

When the invaders entered Nanjing, half the sky was stained with blood. With tears in her eyes, she responded to the girl's request to shoot, and rushed into the flames of war, laughing and keeping the last gun for herself.

In this life, we will be born the same in the end.

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