Cat boyfriend is too difficult to serve

He tried the effect of the powder, up to five hours, and it was still with An Xia.

If An Xia wasn't there, it would only be two hours longer than before.

In other words, every four to five hours, he needed An Xia's presence by his side.

And even if An Xia didn't do anything, as long as he held her hand or touched her skin, he would be able to get enough energy to last for the rest of the time.

The premise is that An Xia must be by her side.

And the time is very regular, once it exceeds that time point, it will become a cat.

"Before you turned into a cat, did your body feel everything?" An Xia asked curiously, looking at the powder in his hand.

Yu Chen pondered.

An Xia blinked, waiting for him to speak.

"I don't feel anything special. It's just a sign that my body temperature will rise inexplicably. I have measured my body temperature. After turning into a cat, my body temperature will be a little higher than normal."

If it is purely an animal, it is normal to have a slightly higher body temperature, but Yu Chen has a human body, and when he turned into a cat, he also took the form of a cat, and the living habits of a cat are worth pondering.

A few times, he was about to turn into a cat and couldn't control his anxiety, but as soon as An Xia appeared, that feeling could be relieved, even if he didn't do anything, just being in the same space.

Meteorites are of course very important.

But An Xia played a key role in it.

He often couldn't help thinking, what is it about An Xia that can keep him in his human form?

An Xia was still waiting for him to continue, but he didn't expect that he would never speak again after he finished speaking, and instead fell into deep thought.

gone?She thought it would be such a fun process to become a cat.

Yu Chen came back to his senses, "It's still not very clear what effect the powder fading will cause. We will only know when it happens, so you can only stay by my side for a few days."

An Xia nodded.

Although she is already his girlfriend, she has not forgotten that she is still Yu Chen's assistant.

But thinking of this, she found that she seemed to have forgotten something.

She doesn't seem to have checked her salary all the time.

All along, she lived and ate at Yuchen's house, and she had no place to spend money at all, so she hadn't checked her bank card for a long time. Thinking about such a long time, she should be able to make a lot of money.

Thinking of this, she couldn't wait to drive Yu Chen away, took out her mobile phone, and checked the bank account.

Looking forward to a few more zeros in the number.

But in the next second, her dream was shattered.

The balance on the bank card was only 12 yuan.

She was shocked and wondered if she had read it wrong.

She checked it again, and even called Yang An to confirm that this was the one that was bound to her salary card, but how could the balance in it be so small...?
The only person who knows her bank card password is herself.

If it is said that the only person who ever got his mobile phone is An Guofeng.

Thinking of this possibility, her heart suddenly became heavy.

It's just that she can't make a conclusion before she is sure.

I can only call An Guofeng first.

After a few beeps, An Guofeng answered the phone.

"Let me ask you, did you withdraw the money from my bank card?"

An Guofeng fell into a drowsy sleep, but when he heard An Xia's voice, he sat up in fright.

"Xia Xia, listen to my explanation... I really have no other choice. Your sister's condition is getting worse and worse, and the family can make up all they can. I really have no choice. Even if I borrow yours first, okay, when the time comes I'll give it back to you!"

He hastily explained.

When An Xia heard this, her heart turned cold. Although she no longer had any expectations for him, she still couldn't help but get angry when she heard this.

"She's sick, so you can take my money without my consent? What's the difference between you and stealing money?" An Xia took a deep breath, feeling the fire burning in her brain, "She is you I’m not your daughter? In short, it’s my hard-earned money. I can’t let you take my money away. You are my father. I can be more lenient to you. For your three days, within these three days, you can give me back as much as you spent."

"Xia Xia! I really have no money on me. I'm your father. Are you trying to force me into a dead end?"

"You still know that you are my father? If you don't tell me, I'll think I'm an orphan." An Xia said coldly, and the person opposite was instantly speechless.

An Guofeng still wanted to quibble, but she really didn't want to continue listening.

Just hang up the phone.

Although she said so, An Guofeng knew her character well.

After three days, it may not be possible to give her back much.

She just felt sad after getting angry.

An Jin has stomach cancer, yes, it does need treatment.

But doesn't she have to live?
So this time she will never show mercy.

She had already made up her mind that if An Guofeng really couldn't get it up, she wouldn't be so easy to talk about this time.

An Xia didn't sleep well all night.

It rained in the middle of the night, and she forgot to close the window, so she felt dizzy and hot in the morning.

When I went downstairs, I was groggy and coughed twice.

Yu Chen was reading a financial newspaper while drinking coffee.

He frowned when he heard her coughing.

"It was fine last night, why is your face so pale today?"

Her lips were pale, and there were two dark circles under her eyes that could not be ignored no matter how she looked, her movements were slow, as if she had lost her vitality.

"Did you not sleep well last night, you kept coughing, did you have a fever?"

Worried, Yu Chen put the back of his hand on her forehead and tried it, and found that the temperature was still normal, but her complexion did not look well.

"I forgot to close the window yesterday, so I had a slight cold. I've had a measurement just now, and I don't have a fever."

She was just a little dizzy, not yet feverish.

She didn't want to admit that what happened last night was printed in her mind, thinking over and over again, and she hardly fell asleep in the first half of the night.

Although I have made up my mind to stay away from that family.

But An Guofeng's actions still chilled her.

"I'll ask Auntie to make some clear porridge for you." Yu Chen said.

When An Xia had a cold, she was particularly disgusted with the smell of oil, so she couldn't eat anything greasy.

"it is good."

Auntie made porridge yesterday, and there was just a little left. If I reheat it now, I can still eat it.

The aunt brought the porridge.

The soft and glutinous porridge smelled delicious, and she could feel the warmth when holding it with both hands.

An Xia took a bite, and besides the sweetness, it was the porridge itself.

"You know, I used to be very picky eaters." She suddenly recalled, "When it's time to eat, my mother always has a headache about what to eat, but my mother's cooking skills are good, even if I don't want to eat, as long as She made it, and I'll finish it without exception."

"It seems that what she made is different."

After she finished speaking, she lowered her head and took a mouthful of porridge, "It's just that I never had such a delicious meal again."

Yu Chen's heart skipped a beat.

She was in a good mood when we met last night, but today she suddenly became sentimental, and accidentally forgot to close the window.

She has rarely been so negligent.

"Is it more delicious than your cooking?" Yu Chen put down the newspaper and spoke softly.

"Of course, the cooking is much more delicious than mine." Perhaps it was the mention of her own mother, she became beaming when she spoke, and the haze before dissipated a lot, and she talked endlessly about the past. things to come.

In fact, her mother died when she was young, she can't remember much, she can only think of so much, and there are only so many memories when she misses it over and over again.

Even, her mother's face has slowly blurred in her memory.

But she still cherishes this memory very much.

She yawned a little after she finished speaking.

"are you sleepy?"

"A bit."

I slept less than three hours yesterday.

"Then go to sleep, I've already asked for leave for you." Yu Chen said lightly.

"When did it happen?" How could she not know.

"Just now." Yu Chen said, "Your current state is not suitable for training, you should rest first, and then train in a better state."

An Xia thought about it, what he said was right, there was no need to force herself to do anything at this time.

I went upstairs to sleep with peace of mind.

Half an hour later, Yu Chen received a call from Yan Yu.

"Brother, why didn't you come to work today?"

Yu Chen tapped the keyboard with his fingers, and when he heard Yan Yu's words, he stopped, and the room suddenly became quiet.

"Xia Xia is not feeling well, I will stay with her at home."

Yu Chen spoke so confidently that Yan Yu was speechless for an instant.

Is his sister-in-law made of glass? If she feels uncomfortable, she has to stay with her at home. Are you so worried?
"Is something wrong?"

"It's not a big deal, but Han Xiaoxiao came to me and said he wanted to see you."

Being able to find him but not his senior brother sounds like there is something inside.

"not see."

Yu Chen flatly refused.

"That's fine, then I won't disturb your sweet time with my sister-in-law." He hung up the phone with a smile.

Yu Chen has long been used to his playful smile, and directly put the phone back on the table.

After putting down the phone, he still wanted to continue working, but thinking that An Xia didn't know what was going on, he left the study and went to the next room.

Her room was opposite to his, separated by a corridor.

The study was next to her room, so he only walked a few steps to An Xia's room.

About to knock on the door, he raised his hand and found that she hadn't locked the door at all, leaving a slight gap.

It's for him.

open the door.

She was fast asleep.

The temperature in the room was a bit hot, her cheeks were flushed, and the curtains fluttered when the wind blew.

He walked in, felt the temperature of his forehead with the back of his hand, and had a low fever.

Worried about inaccuracy, I measured it with an ear thermometer and found that it was indeed a fever.