Abduct a boy and bring him back

It was only on the third day that Qiao Mohan realized that something was wrong with Ling Huan. Although he had been reckless before, he was not like today.

When he came back from work, the meal was not ready yet.

The ingredients were cut on the operating table, and two fingers were almost cut off. After eating, two plates were broken while washing the dishes.

The point is, the taste of the finished dish is really appalling, the taste is so sweet and salty, Qiao Mohan made one of his eyes twitch.

"Ling Huan, don't leave yet, sit here and I have something to tell you..." Qiao Mohan stopped Ling Huan who was walking towards the entrance with his bag on his back.

Ling Huan was still in a daze and didn't hear it. He bent down to change his shoes at the entrance, ready to go out.

Qiao Mohan stepped forward in three or five steps, and went up with both hands to push the person behind the door. Ling Huan was frightened all of a sudden, his mouth trembling, "Joe, Brother Qiao..."

Seeing Ling Huan like this, Qiao Mohan shrank his heart and slightly relaxed his hand, "I've been calling you just now!"

"Yes, that's right, I was distracted..." Ling Huan felt a little embarrassed when he met Qiao Mohan's eyes, but his face was still dark.

"Don't go, go to the living room, let's talk." Qiao Mohan backed out from in front of him, bent down to take off his half-worn shoes, and put the slippers on for him.

Then lead the person to the living room.

Ling Huan's eyes suddenly became hot, but he suppressed his emotions before the man turned to look at him.

Qiao Mohan pushed him down and sat on the sofa, turned around and sat beside him, "Can you tell me what happened?"

Ling Huan glanced down at the distance between the two at the moment, with a somewhat reluctant expression on his face.

"No, it's nothing serious."

Qiao Mohan obviously didn't believe it, "Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror to see your face, don't you believe there's nothing wrong?"

Ling Huan pretended to be surprised, "Is it really ugly?" Then he rushed to the bathroom to look at his face.

Seeing his speed in the [-]-meter sprint, Qiao Mohan didn't look much better. Ling Huan's performance today is too strange.

It was only when Ling Huan stood in front of the mirror that he realized how pale his face was, and the expression on his face soon became unmaintainable.

This time he couldn't tell Qiao Mohan, he didn't want to embarrass Qiao Mohan, Qiao Mohan was very busy, Qiao Mohan and him were not relatives...

Ling Huan kept telling himself this in his heart.

The man has helped him too much, he doesn't want to and shouldn't say that again.

When he came out again, a faint smile could be seen on Ling Huan's face, "Brother Qiao, do you have antipyretics? I may have a low-grade fever, so I can see that my complexion is so bad that I'm not handsome anymore."

Qiao Mohan's expression was very strange, but after touching his head, the reason was acceptable, "I'll take a thermometer for you to measure."

The man turned his back to him and went to look for the medicine box under the TV cabinet.

A tear fell from the corner of Ling Huan's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash, drowning in the hair on his temples.

"I have a fever, and you can be so slow-witted. You are amazing." Qiao Mohan complained unconsciously.

Ling Huan was very grateful, and then joked, "Brother Qiao, why are you so nice." After speaking, he felt a little hypocritical, and continued, "But why can't you find a girlfriend?"

Qiao Mohan unceremoniously lifted up his clothes, and then stuffed the cold thermometer under his armpit without looking sideways, ignoring the white patch with great effort, and then pulled the clothes off for him.

"You worry so much. You don't keep your mouth idle when you have a fever. Stay honest for 5 minutes."

Ling Huan was taken aback by the cold, and then snorted with one hand, trying to cheer himself up, "I thought it would be the kind of electronic or high-end one that can measure the temperature with a drop in the ear. , so I also use such an old-fashioned thermometer!"

Qiao Mohan gritted his teeth, and said word by word, "Who stipulated that mercury can't be used? This kind is more accurate than electrons, you know?"

Ling Huan slumped on the sofa and giggled, he could hear the sound of the man knocking his teeth up and down, "I'm ignorant again..." It seemed to be answering Qiao Mohan's words, and it seemed to be saying to himself.

The man's lips moved, "Are you okay? It's still such a low temperature that your head has been burned."

Ling Huan was lying on the sofa, and Qiao Mohan was squatting on the carpet in front of him. With such a short distance, Ling Huan still felt a little far away.

Unconsciously, he wanted to reach out and touch the man's face, and in fact, he did just that.

When Ling Huan's hand was on Qiao Mohan's face, the man's body was a little stiff, and his heartbeat frequency was different from usual. I don't understand what's wrong with Ling Huan now, is he crazy or not?

"You..." He hadn't had time to speak yet.

Ling Huan smirked again, "Your skin is so good..."

Qiao Mohan's face was hot, and the idea in his head was slapped by Ling Huan's words. Fortunately, he is not a person who blush easily, and his complexion is not as pale as Ling Huan's, and his face is still as usual.

Fortunately, Ling Huan didn't notice any difference in him than usual.

"Having a fever is like a child." Qiao Mohan got up from under Ling Huan's eyes to pour him water.

Ling Huan was still in a trance, feeling like a child just in adolescence, he would be cynical if he was not careful, and maybe when he had the opportunity, he would learn from sister Daiyu and cry for love.

Qiao Mohan came back with the cup, pulled him up, and brought the cup to his mouth.

Ling Huan didn't ask him to feed it, so he took it and drank it himself.

"Ling Huan, if you need help with something, just talk, don't do it yourself." Qiao Mohan watched him drink a whole glass of water.

Ling Huan put the cup on the table in front of him, and wanted to hug someone again.

"What can I do? I'm still running away from home. I want you to intercede with my grandma. Today may be the reason for my fever. I'm a little dull."

"That's right, the old lady let you in after kneeling at the door for three days and three nights, you're still too bastard." Qiao Mohan looked at him with a merciless mouth.

Old people love their children, let alone their little grandson who has been dependent on each other for more than ten years, how could this be the case.

"Oh, yes, I'm such an asshole. Grandma hasn't ignored me for such a long time since I was a child!" After Ling Huan finished speaking, he glanced at the dial on the wall, "It's 5 minutes." He went in and took out the thermometer.

"Let me see." Qiao Mohan took the thermometer from his hand.

Eyes narrowed, "It's 38 degrees two, high fever is coming soon!"

Ling Huan was weak all over, his eyes were a little straight, and he could barely hear what Qiao Mohan said.

"I'll just go back and take some antipyretics, and I'll be fine after a night of sleep." Ling Huan said as he got up and went home.

Qiao Mohan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and pushed him back again. In an instant, back and forth, Ling Huan felt that many unknown stars appeared in front of his eyes.

"Just take the medicine here, I see you in this state, don't go back, or we can go to the hospital to hang water now." Qiao Mohan held him down with one hand, then turned around and put one hand in the medicine box Antipyretics.

Ling Huan sighed, of course he knew why he had a fever, but he didn't expect him to be so careless, he was the only man in the family, and if something went wrong, how could he take care of his grandma.

Qiao Mohan broke off two capsules for him and put them in his hand, "Here, I'll pour water."