After the reunion, the big boss eyed her cub

An Qi belatedly realized that Feng Jiuci was looking for something to say.

She asked Feng Jiuci, "Are you bored?"

"A bit."

"How about I bring the computer over and find you a TV series to watch?"

"No." Feng Jiuci refused, "I have a headache, tell me about your life recently, I just want to listen quietly to others."

"Oh."

An Qi is not a person who is good at chatting, she racked her brains to think about the interesting things in her life recently, and then found that...

"I have nothing to say about my life. I go to and from school every day, and when I have a job, I take the time to go to work after school. Now I rarely live in dormitories, and most of the time I live back in the community."

"On weekends, my mother would occasionally come to stay with me for two days. During the day, we would go to the supermarket to buy vegetables together, and then cook together... That's it, nothing special."

Turn your head.

He found that Feng Jiuci was already asleep on the bed.

"..."

Angie pulled the quilt off him a little.

People with high fever can't cover it so firmly, it's not easy to dissipate heat.

She went to fetch a basin of warm water again, poured water into it with a towel, and helped Feng Jiuci wipe his palms and neck to cool him down physically.

Done with this.

She twisted the towel into a semi-dry state and placed it on his forehead.

Feng Jiuci didn't sleep well, his brows were furrowed all the time, An Qi sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out her hand to smooth the center of his brows, "Look carefully, he's still quite handsome, but his personality is a bit weak."

As a qualified nurse, An Qi busily used a towel to physically cool him down and waited on him for a full hour.

an hour.

Perhaps it was because of the effect of the medicine that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and his body was also hot.

Sweating means that the fever is gone.

An Qi reached out and touched his forehead, and the temperature of the skin under her hand was indeed not as hot as before.

An Qi was about to withdraw her hand, but her wrist tightened suddenly.

"Feng Jiuci, are you awake?"

"mom!"

Feng Jiuci didn't wake up, he seemed to be having a nightmare, his brows were tightly frowned, he was talking in his sleep, he seemed to have a sugar in his throat, and his speech was a bit vague, An Qi leaned her head over and listened carefully It took a long time to hear what he was shouting.

"Mom... don't go, don't go!"

"..."

She bowed her head.

Seeing that the corners of Feng Jiuci's eyes were moist.

Angie froze.

Since I met Feng Jiuci, Feng Jiuci's personality has always been carefree. He seems to have endless energy every day, and he is happy every day. An Qi has never seen him sad.

And now.

He was clearly asleep.

An Qi felt that he was very sad.

"Don't go...don't go."

An Qi looked at the grasped wrist, her heart softened, and she sat down on the edge of the bed again. She hesitated for a moment, then held Feng Jiuci's hand with her backhand, and comforted her softly, "I won't leave."

"Mom...Mom, don't treat me like this."

Bed.

Feng Jiuci wrinkled his facial features, his expression was painful and somewhat fragile.

Good people do it to the end.

An Qi imitated the movements of her mother to comfort her when she had nightmares when she was a child. She stretched out her hand and gently patted Feng Jiuci's shoulder, "Jiu Ci is good, mom is here, mom is not going anywhere, and mom will treat you Hello's."

"..."

Feng Jiuci in his sleep seemed to hear her comforting, his frowning brows slightly loosened, and his expression gradually calmed down, "Mom...Jiuci is obedient, Jiuci will be obedient, don't want Jiuci... ..."

In an instant.

An Qi had mixed feelings in her heart, most of which was self-blame.

Feng Jiuci knew her family well and helped her a lot, but she, as Feng Jiuci's friend, only knew that he had a good relationship with Mr. Feng.

She knew little about the rest of his family.

think carefully.

After knowing each other for such a long time, she seems to have never heard Feng Jiuci mention his parents.

His situation...

Why is it a bit like an abandoned child, poor thing.

Does he have a bad relationship with his mother?

Angie was puzzled.

……

Feng Jiuci woke up in the middle of the night.

When he awoke, only a small bedside lamp was on in the room.

what time is it

Feng Jiuci struggled to sit up, turned his head to look at the mobile phone on the bedside table, turned on the screen and glanced at it, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Not only did An Xiaoqi not send him back, she even let him stay overnight.

Feng Jiuci is silly.

but……

Where's Angie?

Feng Jiuci lifted the quilt and felt that he was drenched in sweat and his body was wet. He glanced around the room and didn't see An Qi. He was about to get out of bed and go to the living room to have a look when he saw the curtains move suddenly. for a moment.

Feng Jiuci remembered something.

He quietly got off the bed and walked to the window, and lifted the curtains, and he saw An Qi curled up, covered with a fluffy blanket, sleeping soundly on the bay window behind the curtains.

Feng Jiuci laughed silently.

He remembered the last time An Qi was drunk, and he took care of her at her house. He was so tired at that time that he also leaned against the bay window to rest.

The length of the bay window is only more than one meter, and the width is not enough.

An Qi obviously didn't sleep well while lying on it.

Feng Jiuci fell into a frantic struggle in his heart.

"Should I carry her to the bed to sleep? Let's hold her... If An Xiaoqi wakes up, and the conditioned reflex falls over her shoulder again, my sick little body can't bear it."

"But, if she sleeps like this, she will not only feel uncomfortable, but also catch a cold."

Feng Jiuci automatically ignored the option of waking An Qi up.

He hesitated for three seconds.

In the end, he mustered up his courage, bent down and gently hugged An Qi horizontally.

Feng Jiuci remained motionless, holding his breath subconsciously.

one second.

two seconds.

five seconds passed...

Angie didn't wake up.

Feng Jiuci's heart relaxed slightly, he took small steps, gently hugged An Qi to the side of the bed, then tried not to disturb her, and gently put her on the bed.

Touching the bed, An Qi mumbled something, turned over, and fell asleep comfortably on her side.

Feng Jiuci wiped off his sweat.

"Look, the child was so frightened... the beating made him feel psychologically affected."

Feng Jiu quit the sink and washed his face.

Being young is good, and the illness is cured quickly. After the fever subsides, wash your face and feel refreshed immediately.

Feng Jiuci was reluctant to leave.

He went back to the bedroom again.

On the big bed, An Qi's hair was a little messy, her mouth was slightly open, and she was sleeping in a cute and cute sleeping position.

Feng Jiuci brushed the hair off her face.

"An Xiaoqi, An Xiaoqi, this young master really fell into your hands. In the past, you thought everything was ordinary, with no sparkle at all, but now how you look at it, it's pleasing to the eye."

Feng Jiuci shook his head, "I don't know if I was blind before or now... Why do I think you are more beautiful the more I look at you?"

"..."

An Qi, who was asleep, of course couldn't answer him.

Feng Jiuci stared at An Qi with an idiot face.

Not enough to look at.

She is impeccably beautiful from any angle.

I don't know how long it took, but Feng Jiuci's eyes were sore. He looked at the cloudy sky, and felt a little unbearable and wanted to sleep again. He looked at the small bay window, and then at the huge window next to An Qi. Empty beds.

then……

Without hesitation, she lifted the quilt and lay down next to An Qi.