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"Jing Cheng, you're here, come, come and sit here with mom." Yan's mother saw the two walking in, her face was full of joy, and she pulled Wen Jingcheng over to look him up and down. "Why did you lose weight?" Wen Jingcheng's sleep and appetite have not been good for the past few days. He has lost a lot of weight, and his chin has become sharper.

"It's nothing, I caught a cold a few nights ago, it's not a big deal." Wen Jingcheng smiled with his face pale.

"Yan Muqi, what did you do to make Jing Cheng suffer from such a serious illness." Yan's mother looked at Yan Muqi reproachfully, wanting to hear his explanation.

"Mom, Mu Qi has been very busy recently, besides, it's not a big deal to catch a cold, so don't scold him." Wen Jingcheng's words are always very effective, Yan's mother just sighed and shook her head.

"Where is Ah Chu? You haven't come back yet." Yan Muqi hasn't been home for a while, and Mu Chu went to study in England three years ago, so he should come back after thinking about it.Yan's mother turned blue when she heard Yan Muqi mention Mu Chu's name, "There is something I didn't tell you, Mu Chu is already the cousin of the Yan family, and you will be brothers from now on."

Wen Jingcheng was shocked when he heard this, and looked at Yan Muqi.Sure enough, Yan Muqi's face darkened, "Why?"

"There's nothing wrong with this. Mu Chu's father is the driver of the Yan family, and Mu Chu's boy is also pitiful. Something happened to his father, and we adopted him as an adopted son because he was cute. Mu Qi, you and Mu Chu grew up together. Big, isn't this better?" Yan's mother's words added fuel to the fire.

"You know that I..." Before Yan Muqi could finish his sentence, Wen Jingcheng suddenly rushed into the toilet.

Before he had time to rush into the inner room, he vomited while holding the sink.Wen Jingcheng washed his face and was about to stand up, but his stomach was overwhelmed again. Wen Jingcheng almost vomited out everything he ate in the morning.He straightened up and turned his head, only to see Yan Muqi leaning against the door frame with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Mom asked me to ask you what's wrong." Is that why you came to care about me?Wen Jingcheng pulled out a tissue and wiped the corner of his mouth, "It's nothing, just a little uncomfortable."

"Oh, then go back to your room and have a rest. I'll call you when you're eating." Yan Muqi helped Wen Jingcheng up. "Okay, Mom, I'll go up first." Wen Jingcheng broke away from Yan Muqi's hand that supported him and went upstairs by himself, "You stay with Mom down there, I'll go up by myself."

"Pay attention to your body, take a good rest, and don't make us worry." Yan's mother was very worried but there was nothing she could do.

Wen Jingcheng let out a long breath and leaned softly on the back of the bed.The lower abdomen has been a little swollen since the afternoon, and Wen Jingcheng can feel a strange sinking feeling.The two of them seldom come here, Wen Jingcheng is a little confused about the bed, and sleeps on a bed that he is not very familiar with. After tossing and turning for a long time, he has not fallen asleep but has become even more confused.

When Yan Muqi went upstairs to call him, Wen Jingcheng just felt a little sleepy. "Wen Jingcheng? It's time to eat and get up." Yan Muqi stood beside the bed, looking down at Wen Jingcheng in his sleep. He couldn't even sleep peacefully. His brows were slightly frowned, and his curly eyelashes swept across his eyes. shadow.

"Wen Jingcheng?" Yan Muqi called him and found that there was no response. He felt a little strange, so he stretched out his hand and shook him. As soon as he touched Wen Jingcheng's arm, Yan Muqi was startled by the temperature of Wen Jingcheng's body.

Yan Muqi touched Wen Jingcheng's forehead, "It's so hot!" Wen Jingcheng opened his eyes in a daze, "Huh? Yan Muqi?" There was no strength in his arms, and Wen Jingcheng couldn't do it if he wanted to hold on .

Yan Muqi saw it, and helped Wen Jingcheng to lean on the bed. "Ahem, what time is it?" Wen Jingcheng's voice was hoarse, and it was very difficult to speak. "Mom told you to eat, why didn't you tell me when you were burnt like this?"

Yan Muqi looked at Wen Jingcheng who was drowsy in his arms, and felt a little angry for no reason.

"I, I have a fever?" Wen Jingcheng raised his hand and touched his forehead, "It seems a little bit." Wen Jingcheng looked up at Yan Muqi and smiled, "I'll go to the bathroom first, and I'll go down to eat later."

Wen Jingcheng hadn't reached the door of the bathroom when a stream of sour water gushed out of his stomach. Wen Jingcheng covered his mouth, bent slightly, and rushed into the bathroom.Yan Muqi watched Wen Jingcheng rush into the toilet, and then heard heart-piercing vomiting from inside.