Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Zhang Ziyu was taken aback, and coughed suddenly, his face was flushed from embarrassment or from coughing.

Jing Qiao also suddenly felt a slip of the tongue, raised his hand and scratched between his eyebrows, and said with a light smile: "You have a good rest, school starts tomorrow?"

Zhang Ziyu touched his hot ears and nodded.

"I'll have someone send you off." Jing Qiao put the thin quilt on Zhang Ziyu's lap, not knowing what it was covering.

"No need." Zhang Ziyu refused, "I'll go by myself."

Jing Qiao looked at the quiet Zhang Ziyu, and he didn't know when he began to want to protect the people in front of him, and even wanted to isolate him from all the filth of the outside world, so that he had snow hair all over his head. , can also be as simple as.

There are advantages to being ignorant of the world.

Jing Qiao thought so, but Zhang Ziyu wanted to become a powerful person. He didn't want to live under the wings of his parents before getting married, and live under the protection of Jing Qiao after getting married.

Jing Qiao's wish to hide the person in his pocket was in vain.

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At 08:30 the next morning, Zhang Ziyu woke up, coughed, and his throat was sore, as if a hole had been torn. Zhang Ziyu lay on the bed, raised his hand and touched his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have a fever. It's just a cold from the rain.

The school stuffed the notices for new students in the notice, those who are close to the school can do day study, Zhang Ziyu wanted to live in the dormitory with his classmates, but Jing Qiao refused.

It's not to ask for his consent, but to hear his opinion.

Jing Qiao thought for a while: "What if I don't agree?"

Zhang Ziyu said, "Why?"

Jing Qiao listed the reasons for Zhang Ziyu one by one, and Zhang Ziyu probably understood what he meant. Generally speaking, Zhang Ziyu is not suitable for accommodation. He is not a gregarious person, and he will not take the initiative to socialize with others. All of them are old-fashioned fried dough sticks, and eight out of ten dormitory relationships are tense, and Zhang Ziyu's personality will probably suffer.

Although he looks at everything indifferently, it is precisely this kind of personality that is most hated by some thoughtful classmates.

In their words - Qing Gao.

When Zhang Ziyu was sleeping, he thought about Jing Qiao's words over and over again, and felt more and more correct.

So when he left, Zhang Ziyu took the notice and some documents, which was as simple as a freshman.

Pei Qiu happened to come over to deliver the documents, and when he saw Zhang Ziyu, he smiled and nodded, and said pleasantly, "Are you going to sign up?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded, wondering, "Why did Assistant Pei come here to deliver the documents?"

Pei Qiu said helplessly: "Mr. Jing called the company and asked me to send over the documents to be processed today. He will handle them at home today."

Zhang Ziyu looked puzzled at the back of Pei Qiu going upstairs, Jing Qiao is not that kind of willful person, he goes to work when he should go to work, and leaves work when he should go to get off work, and he doesn't get any special treatment, it's a bit strange today.

Zhang Ziyu put the notice on the cabinet, changed his shoes and followed Pei Qiu upstairs lightly.

Aunt Su just came out with the medicine: "Young master, why did you leave without taking the medicine?"

Zhang Ziyu looked away guiltily, and said in a hoarse voice, "I forgot."

Aunt Su laughed and said, "Young master thinks I don't know? When I was a child, I was forced to drink medicine and refused to drink it no matter how coaxed. Now that I'm an adult, I can't hide."

As he spoke, he put the two bowls of medicine on the plate and put one bowl on the table.

Zhang Ziyu looked at another bowl of medicine on the plate and asked, "Who else wants to drink medicine?"

Aunt Su blurted out: "Mr. Jing."

"Mr. Jing started to have a fever this morning. Mr. Jing didn't notice it himself. Aunt Li wondered why Mr. Jing hadn't woken up yet, so she went upstairs and knocked on the door to call Mr. Jing. It took a long time to open the door. Mr. Jing's face was very bad. That's when I realized I had a fever." Aunt Su looked at the medicine on the table and signaled, "Young master, drink the medicine quickly and go to school to sign up."

Zhang Ziyu stood still, listening to Aunt Su's footsteps when she went upstairs, feeling a little guilty.

He didn't pay attention to the time Jing Qiao got up at all, nor did he think what would happen to Jing Qiao if he caught a cold.

After a while, Zhang Ziyu went upstairs lightly, wanting to see Jingqiao.

The door of Jing Qiao's room was wide open, and Zhang Ziyu was leaning against the wall, showing half of his head. He thought that the fever must be the kind of person lying on the bed weakly and having to be fed, but when he saw Jing Qiao, he instantly Then he overturned his understanding of having a high fever, and saw Jing Qiao sitting on the bed with an indifferent face, setting up a table on the bed for him to handle the documents, Pei Qiu whispered the key points of the documents, and Aunt Su went in After putting the medicine on the table, Jing Qiao whispered softly, and then immersed himself in work again.

Other than his pale complexion, everything else looked fine.

Zhang Ziyu subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as she was about to go downstairs, Aunt Su stood at the door and asked in surprise, "Young master, why did you come up here? Have you taken the medicine?"

Jing Qiao and Pei Qiu in the room looked towards the door.

Zhang Ziyu took a deep breath, walked out, and went straight to Jingqiao's bedside: "Are you okay?"

Zhang Ziyu's voice was like the broken trumpet, completely different from the usual Qingrun, Jing Qiao's eyes sank slightly: "Have you caught a cold?"

Zhang Ziyu retorted dryly: "Aren't you too?"

Jing Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Why didn't you go to school?"

Zhang Ziyu said in a low voice: "Aunt Su said you have a fever."

Jing Qiao didn't speak, just looked at him.

Zhang Ziyu squeezed the long sleeves of his shirt: "I'll come up and have a look."

"See now?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded: "Then I'm leaving."

Jing Qiao nodded, and didn't look away until Zhang Ziyu's figure disappeared at the door.

Pei Qiu said with a smile: "I didn't realize that Young Master Zhang was so shy. Just now when I came here, I met him at the door and saw his expression was cold."

"It's quite shy." Pei Qiu is on her own, and Jing Qiao doesn't have so many scruples.

Zhang Ziyu, who had just walked to the aisle but heard Jing Qiao's words clearly, paused, his ears turned red again.

Holding his breath, he drank the medicine into his mouth, ignoring the eyes of Aunt Su who had a baby at the side, Zhang Ziyu almost cried bitterly, what kind of medicine?so bitter.

Zhang Ziyu bent over to change his shoes, and Aunt Su suddenly came over and said, "Mr. Jing told me to tell you that you must go home before ten o'clock in the evening. It's not safe to play outside too late. He doesn't worry."

"He is worried" I don't know if Aunt Su did it on purpose, but she said it in a low and gentle voice, as if she was telling Zhang Ziyu: Mr. Jing thinks you are very important.If Jing Qiao stood here and said that to Zhang Ziyu himself, he would probably explode immediately.

Zhang Ziyu lowered his head and let out a "huh", indicating that he knew.