Abduct a boy and bring him back

Qiao Mohan always felt that the way Ling Huan looked at him today was a little crazy, and he didn't know if it was because of the fever or something else.

When Ling Huan finished drinking the medicine and braced himself to leave, Qiao Mohan stopped him again, but although Ling Huan was very quiet today, he was very stubborn and insisted on going back.

How could Qiao Mohan rest assured, the two confronted each other for a long time, Ling Huan finally let go and agreed to let him send him back.

Ling Huan started to feel drowsy after taking the medicine, and Qiao Mohan ordered him to give the specific address as soon as he got in the car.

Ling Huan had no intention of thinking about anything else today, so he casually told the man the address, and then he just let himself go and looked at the night scene outside the window. After a while, he fell asleep because he had taken antipyretics with sleeping ingredients.

The man looked distressed, and stopped when the car couldn't move. He didn't make a sound, and wanted him to sleep more, but there was no sign of anyone waking up after half an hour.

He could only park the car in a safe place and call out, "Ling Huan? Wake up, you're home..."

Ling Huan's head was still hot, and he curled up and shouted cold.

Qiao Mohan had no choice but to take out the blanket from the back of the car, wrap him up, and prepare to carry Ling Huan up.

He got out of the car and opened the passenger door, put one hand through his knees, and the other through the back of his neck, trying to get him out of the car first, and then put him on his back. Although Ling Huan didn't look very tall, he I can't hold back the proportion is good, the bare legs are more than one meter long, and it is impossible to hug them horizontally.

It seemed that the movement was a little loud, Ling Huan opened his eyes, glanced at what was happening in front of him, and closed them with confidence after seeing that it was undoubtedly Qiao Mohan.

"Can I still go? Where is my home?" Qiao Mohan asked him aloud.

Ling Huan seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep again. He staggered and carried him on his back without letting him open his eyes again, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Occasionally say a few words, still can't hear what is said.

Qiao Mohan felt that he might really have a fever, so he was a little worried.

Subconsciously glanced around, it was really a mess.

I can't seem to find it in any pharmacy.

He touched the building where Ling Huan lived, and happened to meet Yang Qing who had come back from overtime work.

Yang Qing looked at Ling Huan on his back in surprise, "Mr. Qiao, what's wrong with Ling Huan?"

Qiao Mohan couldn't help laughing, "I have a fever, I just took the medicine, and I can't wake up even shaking."

Yang Qing's eyes widened, "Then come in quickly, it's cold at night."

Qiao Mohan was taken upstairs by him. The two of them lived on the third floor. Fortunately, they were not on the top floor. Qiao Mohan thought to himself that he hadn't exercised for a long time, and he probably wouldn't be able to get down after reaching the sixth floor.

Yang Qing opened the door for him and went back to her place. When Qiao Mohan stripped Ling Huan and stuffed him under the bed, Yang Qing knocked on the door with her small medicine box. Teacher, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"No trouble, call me anytime at night if you have any questions, I'm right across the street."

The man nodded and closed the door.

Only then did he have time to see the rental house where Ling Huan lived, and he had the urge to go back immediately with someone on his back.

Fortunately, the bedding was clean and there was a smell of freshly washed laundry detergent. Qiao Mohan reluctantly sat on the bed, the room for activities was too small, and the bathroom was similar to his guest room.

He sat on the side of the bed and touched Ling Huan's forehead again, it was still so hot, he had taken the medicine for an hour, he opened the medicine box that Yang Qing handed over, took out the electronic thermometer, and put it on I measured it by ear.

38 degrees nine, more serious!

Qiao Mohan wrapped him up, turned over and went to Lice, and pulled the extra cup inside to cover him, hoping that the medicine would take effect quickly, and it would be better to sweat more.

Qiao Mohan didn't dare to leave, so he could only watch him by the bed, fearing that something might happen.

He pushed open the bathroom door to see if he could get a cold towel to cool down physically, but just one glance, just one glance, made Qiao Mohan's face darken all of a sudden.

Ling Huan himself has obsessive-compulsive disorder about the bathroom. He cleans it every day as if performing a task. There is no peculiar smell, and the place that should be cleaned is also cleaned. However, the walls that are already yellow beyond recognition and the damp and crumbling The smallpox office directly caused Qiao Mohan to collapse.

How on earth do people live here!

Afterwards, he didn't look around randomly, he didn't dare to look around at all, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched over Ling Huan.

He thought in his heart that if he waited for two hours, and if the fever didn't subside, he would take him to the hospital. Now he really regretted it, and should have decisively taken him to the hospital when Ling Huan couldn't wake up.

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Ling Huan woke up at two o'clock in the morning. He had a fever all night. He was extremely thirsty and dizzy. He didn't open his eyes until he was really thirsty.

Dimly, he knew that he was sleeping in a rental house at the moment.

It's just that it's not normal for a large number of living people to sit here in the middle of the night, and it's still Qiao Mohan!Ling Huan's mind quickly started to spin, and he understood what happened in a moment, and he must have been burned out.

Qiao Mohan was leaning on the head of the bed and dozing off, Ling Huan's throat slipped, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved.

Glancing at the phone, it was already 02:30. He rolled over and got out of bed. The man slept so badly that he wanted to put his legs on the bed.

However, as soon as he moved, the man leaning on the bed had already woken up.

"Are you awake?" Qiao Mohan propped himself up and approached Ling Huan, touching his forehead habitually.

It's normal to be cool, and the fever has subsided.

"Brother, I..." Ling Huan bit his lower lip, not knowing what to say, it seemed too polite to say thank you, and it would be unpleasant not to say it.

Qiao Mohan rubbed his head tenderly, "Is it still uncomfortable?"

Ling Huan shook his head.

"That's good, you can continue to sleep, the fever has subsided, I have to go." Qiao Mohan stood up with his waist supported, and leaned against the head of the bed all night, stiff.

"Now? It's very late..." Ling Huan followed the man and got up from the bed, about to get out of bed.

"It's okay, I'll drive home soon." Qiao Mohan stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Isn't it okay to just sleep here? It's not safe to drive at night..." Ling Huan was really worried about him, but his eyes touched the surrounding environment, and his eyes dimmed again, "Okay...you can go home and sleep, go home and sleep Comfortable."

Qiao Mohan sighed, knowing that Ling Huan had to think too much.

"Forget it, I'll just make do with it for the night. I'm too tired to drive."

Ling Huan's eyes lit up, and then he felt something was wrong, "You really don't feel uncomfortable? Don't you?"

"No!" Qiao Mohan interrupted him, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, and pretending to be calm, he went to the bathroom to wash his face and feet under Ling Huan's strange eyes.

Then he returned to Ling Huan, "Move inside..."