Ling Huan only took the leave for evening self-study, and attended the early self-study on time as promised by the tutor, so Ling Huan woke up dazedly at five o'clock in the morning when he was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone, and waved his arm to Qiao Mohan's face in a fit of irritability.

The man gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. He took out Ling Huan's cell phone from under the pillow and turned it off. Who didn't have hypoglycemia or something?

Then, in retaliation, he pressed his own pillow onto Ling Huan's slightly exposed half of his face, "Get up, Ling Xiaozhu!"

Ling Huan whimpered and continued to wave his arms, and touched Qiao Mohan's head with both hands, and the man took the pillow away for him.

"Well, it's terrible... You are the one who wakes up like that!" Ling Huan rubbed his eyes vigorously twice.

Qiao Mohan leaned against the head of the bed, his face full of resentment that he didn't get enough sleep, "Then let's continue to sleep, anyway, I don't have to go to class." After speaking, he was about to slide down and continue to sleep.

Ling Huan rubbed his face, and wanted to cry, "It's really hard to get into a university..."

The man closed his eyes, put his body on one side, and placed his thighs on Ling Huan's body, "Honey, otherwise, let's not go to morning self-study today, go to sleep!"

Ling Huan had a sad face, struggling inside, and he was in the same state of mind as every child who couldn't get up in the morning. Although Qiao Mohan didn't have trouble getting up, he felt very sleepy in this rare atmosphere.

"Then..." As soon as Ling Huan uttered a single word, Qiao Mohan wrapped him tightly in his arms with a quilt.

"Hey, go to sleep. I'll see you off when you're full." Qiao Mohan said, reaching out and pinching the back of his neck.

Ling Huan took a deep breath, and put his head on the man's neck. The whole world is full of Qiao Mohan's breath, whether he is in class or not, and whether he is in college or not, they are all floating clouds.

"……Oh."

Qiao Mohan tickled the corner of his mouth where Ling Huan couldn't see, closed his eyes and fell asleep contentedly.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Ling Huan's cell phone rang again, and he trembled suddenly. After Qiao Mohan woke up, the outside sunlight had already come in from the window, "It's over, it's over..." Ling Huan muttered to himself. The quilt looked for the phone, and finally pulled it out from under Qiao Mohan's head.

The caller ID above said, "Teacher!"

Ling Huan covered his face, thinking about what kind of excuse he should find to pass the test.

Seeing that the bell had rang to the end, it was suddenly snatched away by the big hand beside him, "Hello, hello." Qiao Mohan's voice still had the nasal tone of just waking up, which sounded low and magnetic, and Ling Huan felt that The female head teacher next to me must have heard it so hard.

"Yeah, I'm Ling Huan's parent."

The corners of Ling Huan's mouth twitched, his eyes widened a bit.

"Yes, I'm really sorry. Ling Huan came back yesterday with a fever. I was in a hurry to get some medicine for him. I meant to call you, but I didn't remember it. I'm sorry to trouble you." Qiao Mohan looked The calm exportation is a chapter.

Qiao Mohan didn't hear what the other person said, and replied, "It's nothing serious, I'll send him there in the afternoon, teacher, please forgive me."

"Okay, okay, that's it for now, goodbye." The man quickly cut off the call.

Ling Huan was stunned, such parents would seriously affect the candidates' studies!

"Brother Qiao, when did I have a fever?"

Qiao Mohan pulled him under the quilt, half-closed his eyes and touched his forehead, "It's about 37 degrees to 38 degrees!"

Ling Huan sniffed, his throat was a little dry, he couldn't laugh or cry, "Can you stop being so serious when you lie!"

Qiao Mohan laid him down under the quilt, put on some clothes and got out of bed, went to the side cabinet and took out the medicine box he brought last time, found the electronic thermometer, returned to the bed, and looked at Ling There was a drop in Huan's ear.

Then he brought the electronic display to Ling Huan's eyes, "37 degrees nine."

Ling Huan knocked on the thermometer in disbelief, "No way, is there no mercury?"

The corner of Qiao Mohan's mouth twitched, and he found another quicksilver stuffed under his arm, "You just accept your fate, student Ling Huan, you just have a fever, that's right, sleeping with you is almost like hugging a heater."

Ling Huan sniffed again, and glanced at the air conditioner on the wall, "It seems a little uncomfortable."

City A is in the south, there is no heating in the city, and it is cold and humid in winter, so I can only live with a dry air conditioner.

Qiao Mohan went out to wash up, Ling Huan followed step by step to the living room with the thermometer in his hands, "Brother Qiao, I think it's okay, I don't feel much."

The man brushed his teeth and poked his head out from the bathroom, "I'll take some antipyretics later, I'll take you home after dinner and call you at night, if you have a fever again, I'll take you to the hospital."

Ling Huan felt love like never before. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he was in high spirits. Compared with yesterday, it was completely different.

As soon as he turned around, he wanted to jump up. In order not to let his emotions fluctuate too much, he decided not to bother Qiao Mohan too much, "I'd better take some medicine and go. This antipyretic seems to be very effective."

Qiao Mohan glanced at him a few more times, "Just as long as you are happy."

Ling Huan was depressed again, Qiao Mohan's words were lukewarm, and he suddenly thought of rubbing his hair in front of him, and suddenly felt that he was a bit cheap.

After the two of them washed up, whether it was sooner or later, Qiao Mohan let him take the medicine and lie down on the sofa, while he discussed the company affairs with Feng Xiang, and he didn't order dinner until eleven o'clock and arrived at home.

"Brother, is it still the one from last night? Don't give it up, I think his bowl is worth a little money..." Ling Huan half-slumped on the corner of the sofa and checked Weibo.

Qiao Mohan raised his eyes, "You have a fever, you can just eat something light." Obviously ignoring his opinion.

Even though he said so, when the meal came, Ling Huan still saw a piece of Dongpo pork and a piece of braised pork ribs. Before Qiao Mohan returned the bowl, he leaned forward to pinch a piece of pork ribs.

"Well... this is delicious..."

Qiao Mohan almost knocked his hand with chopsticks, "Looking at your greedy look, I don't know how many days you haven't seen meat..."

Ling Huan nodded hurriedly, "How do you know that I haven't seen meat for many days?!" He almost ate all the small restaurants near the school. The delicious ones are very expensive, and the cheap ones are too hard to eat. Huan is a fried rice solution for lunch and dinner.

The money in his hands cannot afford to be squandered. Although the tuition fee has been settled, life still has to go on. The current situation is not very suitable for part-time work, so he can only save it.

Qiao Mohan looked at his greedy look thoughtfully, quickened his movements, and put a few dishes on the plate, "Otherwise, I'll order a meal for you near your school? There's a restaurant I think is pretty good .”

Ling Huan quickly shook his head, "No, no, I can eat with my classmates, and you don't have to worry about me."

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