Abduct a boy and bring him back

Qiao Mohan came over an hour after Ling Huan fell asleep, still wearing yesterday's clothes.

The mobile phone in his pocket was still turned off and not charging. After knocking on the door for a while, he heard no movement inside, so he directly took the key to open the door.

He was tripped by someone yesterday, so he couldn't pick up Ling Huan and didn't even make a phone call. Now he can't wait to tear that person into pieces, he's already terribly annoyed, and now he's eager to see Ling Huan.

The living room was still the same as yesterday, so he opened the bedroom door directly, and the quilt was bulged, and the man was willing to take a breath.

Ling Huan was in a deep sleep and didn't know anything. Qiao Mohan walked in and pulled his quilt down to expose his head. Only then did he realize that Ling Huan seemed to be breathing heavily, and both cheeks were also very red , There is still sweat coming out of his forehead.

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Ling Huan's, and when he tried the temperature, the temperature rose, and he panicked, "Honey, you have a fever again, let's get up and go to the hospital."

Ling Huan felt hot all over, and finally fell asleep. He woke him up, opened his eyes and glanced at him, then closed them again, pulled the quilt back and curled up again, "You are here... I took the medicine , just sleep for a while."

"When did you eat it? Otherwise, we should go to the hospital?" Qiao Mohan touched his nose and wrapped the quilt tightly around him.

Ling Huan was a little irritable and turned over, "It's been a while, I want to sleep, can you let me rest for a while?"

Qiao Mohan was stunned for a while, "...Okay, then you go to bed first, I will watch outside, call me if you feel uncomfortable, huh?"

Ling Huan turned his back to him, all the grievances of the night suddenly flooded up, warm tears fell out and slid down where the man couldn't see, "Yeah."

Hearing the sound of the man opening and closing the door, Ling Huancai exhaled softly, sobbed softly, then closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

It was ugly, and he didn't like himself like that.

Qiao Mohan was sitting in the living room, rubbing his tired temples, his body was still full of the smell of disinfectant, Ling Huan's resistance was not good, he was prone to catch a cold and fever in winter, this was the third time in such a long time, this is not the solution .

He went to the kitchen and the refrigerator to look at each, only the instant noodles that Ling Huan bought were still there, and he didn't even have rice to make some porridge for him.

I randomly found a charger in the living room and went out, plugged in the phone and turned it on, a lot of missed calls and messages popped up.

The last call was made by Ling Huan at twelve o'clock. He glanced at the direction of the bedroom and felt that Ling Huan had been wronged.

Instead, she called Qiao Shanshan.

"Qiao Mohan, do you know what time it is?" Qiao Mohan yelled in a broken voice.

Qiao Mohan was taken aback, and moved his phone away, "Oh, keep your voice down, you scared the child in the morning."

"You still know it's early in the morning. Your sister and I got off work at almost one o'clock yesterday. Are you still able to do it?" Qiao Shanshan broke down.

"Where's Ling Huan? How did you come back?" Qiao Mohan said.

"You still dare to ask, where did you die yesterday? Ling Huan went back to look for you after he finished his meal. Where did you go yesterday?" Qiao Shanshan scolded directly.

"I'm going to meet a friend. It's okay. I'll hang up first." Qiao Mohan cut off the call directly.

Dimly, Ling Huan could feel someone touching his head and secretly kissing his mouth, and he subconsciously pushed the person aside, "Is it annoying, I want to sleep!"

Qiao Mohan hugged his head and kissed him again before he was willing to let go, "Honey, are you hungry? I made porridge, do you want to get up and have a drink?"

Ling Huan turned over again, pointed his butt at him, "Don't drink." He didn't know that Ling Huan came back an hour earlier than him.

The man was afraid that he would be hungry and that he would not sleep well, so he sat next to Ling Huan and struggled for a while before returning to the living room.

Ling Huan must be angry, Qiao Mohan knew it.

Ling Huan was woken up by the alarm clock he set. Even though he was sore all over, he endured the pain and got up. After going to the bathroom to wash up, he packed all the books and clothes he had brought back into his bag.

Qiao Mohan put a bowl of lean meat porridge on the coffee table, "I'm sick, let's go back tomorrow." Then he took the bag in his hand and put it beside him, "You're hungry, drink some first Porridge."

Ling Huan had no appetite, but he sat obediently and drank the porridge into his mouth mouthful.

Halfway through the drink, Qiao Mohan ordered the delivery to arrive. He laid out all the dishes and placed them in front of Ling Huan. The scene was exactly the same as last time. The side dishes were all the same. Ling Huan's eyes darkened and he lowered his eyes to eat.

"Ling Huan, I'm sorry, I was entangled yesterday, and my phone ran out of battery, so I didn't go to pick you up, I'm sorry." The man looked at Ling Huan and apologized to him very seriously.

Ling Huan looked up at him inadvertently, "Very important person?"

Qiao Mohan froze for a moment, then shook his head, "Of course it's not as important as you, but yesterday was an unexpected situation, so there's really nothing I can do...Baby, I'm really sorry."

Ling Huan shook his head, he likes Qiao Mohan's way of strategizing and full of aura, and he doesn't like him explaining to him with a relaxed posture, no matter what the reason is.

He was reluctant.

"It's not that I can't come back by myself, so you don't need to apologize to me."

Qiao Mohan stared at him for two seconds, got up and sat beside Ling Huan, stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, and flattered him, "It won't be like this next time..."

Ling Huan smiled, just nodded, his words seemed pale at the moment, "Okay." Then he patted the man on the shoulder, motioning him to let go, "I'm hungry."

Qiao Mohan let him go, "Then let's have dinner and go to bed early, and we'll be fine tomorrow."

Ling Huan concentrated on eating, neither refusing nor agreeing.

After the meal, he obediently drank the medicine handed over by the man with plain water.

Seeing that the time was almost up, he opened his mouth and said, "Send me to school, I have to make up a math class tonight."

Qiao Mohan disagreed, "Can't we go tomorrow?"

Ling Huan spoke again unhurriedly, with no emotion in his tone, "It's not like you don't know, I'm bad at math, if you don't work harder, you'll have to support me for the rest of your life."

"That's right, I want to support you for the rest of my life." The man said.

But in the end, Ling Huan couldn't hold back and sent him to school.

Along the way, Qiao Mohan could feel Ling Huan's depression, but he didn't know whether it was because of illness or... because of himself.

At the entrance of the supermarket, Ling Huan went down to buy a lot of snacks, Qiao Mohan frowned, followed behind but did not stop him.

Ling Huan explained, "I bought it for my roommates, they usually take good care of me."

Only then did Qiao Mohan loosen the knotted eyebrows.

It's just that when paying the bill, Ling Huan paid Alipay by himself without waiting for him.