Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

The morning light was dim, and the room was silent. Suddenly, the phone screen lit up, and the message push sound also sounded.

The unknown bulging object on the bed shook slightly, and then a white and slender arm poked out from the quilt, groping for a moment beside the pillow, seemingly looking for something, but nothing was found. The hand slowly retracted.

After a few minutes, the unknown object began to squirm in the quilt, and finally a small head poked out from a corner of the edge of the quilt, with a few strands of hair sticking up in front of its forehead like a unicorn horn.

Both funny and cute.

Aning half-asleep picked up the phone from the bedside table and struggled to open his eyes a crack. However, after seeing the content on the phone clearly, he decisively pulled the quilt over his head.

Her sleep schedule is not regular, but she will definitely go to bed before one o'clock. But for some reason last night, she tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. She didn't feel sleepy until about four in the morning.

It was only after seven o'clock when he was woken up by the news feed on WeChat. An Ning kicked off the quilt irritably and turned over, forcing himself to continue sleeping.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already past 12 noon. After washing up, her stomach began to sing "Empty City Plan".

After coming out of the room, Aning subconsciously looked towards the room diagonally opposite.

The door is closed.

I wonder if he got up yet.

After walking downstairs and seeing no one, Aning asked on his cell phone, but after waiting for a while, the other party didn't reply.

Haven't woken up yet?

Was there another battle in the canyon last night?

Thinking of this, Aning walked upstairs again, stood in front of the door of his house and knocked on it. After waiting for a moment, there was no movement inside.

Did he go out?

She turned the door handle and it clicked, and the door opened.

Aning was a little surprised in his heart, the door was unlocked.

She gently opened the door, and what she saw was darkness. Through the light from outside the door, she could vaguely see someone lying on the bed.

Aning stood at the door and called the man's name in a low voice, but got no response, so he raised his volume and called again, but still no response.

Only this time did she realize that something was wrong. She reached out and fumbled on the wall to turn on the light button. The room suddenly lit up, and she quickly walked to his bedside.

The young man on the bed frowned slightly, his eyes were closed tightly, his face showed an abnormal blush, and his lips were pale and chapped. An Ning had a premonition in his heart.

She gently covered his forehead with her hand.

very hot.

Frowning, Aning quickly looked at him and murmured in a low voice, "I have a fever."

I must have given her the clothes last night and caught the cold in the wind.

Withdrawing his hand, Aning bent down and patted the young man's shoulder gently, parted his lips and shouted: "Chi Yan, wake up."

Maybe he felt the movement on his shoulder. Chi Yan trembled his eyelashes and seemed to have some consciousness. Aning saw this and continued to speak quickly: "Chi Yan, can you hear me? You have a fever, we have to go to the hospital now. "

"No...go."

His voice was very soft and insignificant. Aning couldn't hear it clearly, so he turned his head and brought his ears closer.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"No...go...not to the hospital."

"How can that be done! My forehead is so hot, it will burn me stupidly!" The girl suddenly became uneasy when she heard the words "don't go to the hospital". She turned back sharply, and the young man opened his eyes at some point.

Aning just met a pair of dark, slightly pleading eyes.

At this moment, the distance between the two of them was no more than a fist. She stared straight at him, her breath stagnant, her legs inexplicably softened, and her upper body fell directly on the man's chest.

……

Fortunately, there was a layer of quilt in the middle, so it wouldn't be so embarrassing. Aning straightened up quickly, his eyes flickering on his face in a panic, "You, you have a fever, you have to go to the hospital."

Chi Yan looked at her quietly, with the usual expression on his face, but for just a moment, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly, and his soft black hair stuck neatly to his forehead, which seemed a bit pitiful.

He pursed his lips and said in a low and hoarse voice: "I have medicine at home. Can I not go to the hospital?"

Aning pondered for a moment, raised his eyelids slightly, and happened to meet Chi Yan's eyes. The sick young man had an unexplainable broken beauty, and he looked at her without blinking for a moment.

The girl looked at it for a while, then hurriedly glanced away. She didn't say anything, but asked him softly where the medicine was.

Chi Yan replied quickly, as if he was afraid that she would regret it: "It's in the cabinet to the left of the TV in the living room downstairs."

Aning nodded, his expression unchanged, turned around and walked out, walking in a hurry.

When she reached the blind spot, she couldn't help laughing, slowed down and exhaled heavily.

Oh my god, was he acting coquettishly just now?

The contrast is so cute!

I can't stand it at all!

The TV in the living room is wall-mounted, and underneath is a rectangular integrated cabinet. Finding the cabinet on the left, Aning opened the door and took out antipyretics and a thermometer from the medical box.

Before returning to the room, he poured another glass of boiling water. Aning took his temperature first, then helped him up and handed him medicine and water.

Chi Yan's gaze fell on her face, with no other emotions visible in his dark eyes. When he took the medicine, his fingertips inadvertently touched the girl's hand, and he swallowed the pills calmly.

Seeing that he had taken the medicine, Aning reached out to take the water glass from his hand and put it on the table. He said to him: "I'll take your temperature later. If the fever doesn't go away, we have to go to the hospital, you know?" "

The young man pursed his lips and said nothing. His long eyelashes drooped slightly, hiding the expression in his eyes.

After a moment, he looked over with his beautiful eyes, "Can you just stay here and not go out?"

Aning was startled.

Was it the literal meaning she understood?

"You want me to stay here?"

Chi Yan met her gaze and nodded slowly. There was no other change in the expression on his face, except for a faint blush on his earlobes.

Aning glanced at his earlobe calmly, helped him flatten the pillow and let him lie down again. After tucking in the quilt, she straightened up and said, "No problem, I'll be right here. You can sleep a little longer."

"Um...thank you."

Perhaps due to illness, his voice was hoarse and light, falling on her ears like a feather, crisp and numb.

Aning smiled at him, the little pear dimples on both sides of his lips were filled with sweetness: "You're welcome, we are friends!"

When Chi Yan heard the words "we are friends", his eyes suddenly darkened.

He pursed his lips, not wanting to be friends.

Then he turned over depressedly and turned his back to her.

Aning looked at this man's sudden cold attitude and scratched the back of his head. What's wrong?

She looked at the man's back for a while and wanted to ask, but gave up in the end.

The room was silent with only two breathing sounds and a heartbeat that only she could feel. At this time, the phone in her pocket suddenly vibrated.

Aning looked down and quickly turned off the phone. She said to the man's back, "I'm going out for a moment."

When he heard her say she wanted to go out for a while, Chi Yan felt even worse.

Seeing that he was silent, Aning thought he was asleep. When he went out, he gently closed the door and plunged into the room where he stayed last night.

"Hey, Mom, I was washing my hair just now and it's not convenient to answer..."

...

After hanging up the phone, Aning stood there in a daze for a while.

What the original owner's mother just said kept repeating in his mind.

The overseas work has been implemented, and they are getting ready to board the plane immediately. They are expected to arrive in City A at 8 pm.

Arrive at City A at eight o'clock in the evening.

Aning quickly looked at the current time and let out a long sigh. It was still early, there was still time, there was still time.

After gathering her thoughts, she quietly opened the door of Chi Yan's room and tiptoed in. Her eyes fell on the large raised bed, motionless.

She walked around the end of the bed to where he was facing, holding her chin up to look at him.

Well, a handsome guy is a handsome guy, even sleeping is so pleasing to the eye.