Two pots of water

Jiang Chu's mother didn't seem to want to wait for Tan Zui to answer.

After saying this, she didn't even care about whether Tan Zui had a girlfriend.

"I won't delay you, I'll talk too much after thinking about it." She smiled directly into the receiver again, "Go and get busy."

Qin can only say goodbye to her quickly.

After hanging up the phone, Tan Zui stared at the phone screen for a while.

If Jiang Chu's mother hadn't hung up the phone just now, but had been waiting for him to answer, what would he have said?

Qin Zui finished smoking a whole cigarette by the small flower bed.

Until the last puff of smoke was exhaled from his chest, he didn't come up with any desired answer in his mind.

Jiang Chu was still sitting in the infusion area, when Tan Zui went in and saw his eyelids drooping, he felt like he was about to fall asleep.

"Crack." He went over and snapped his fingers in front of Jiang Chu's face.

"You will be beaten if you change your identity, you know?" Jiang Chu raised his chin lazily and yawned.

Qin Zui put a bag on the seat where he sat before he left, and he moved to sit beside him.

"You can be energetic before you speak harshly." He touched Jiang Chu's forehead.

"Have you retreated?" Jiang Chu closed his eyes again, slightly pushed his forehead forward, and pressed Tan Zui's palm.

"I can't feel it," Tan Zui looked at Jiang Chu, "You will always feel hot when I touch you."

He may not have noticed Jiang Chu's little move of pushing his forehead forward, but in Tan Zui's eyes, it's almost the same as being coquettish.

It seems that when Jiang Chu got a bad cold last time, he was more... clingy than usual.

Tan Zui's heart was a little churned, and he held Jiang Chu's forehead for two more seconds before stopping.

"Can we stop driving with just opening our mouths anytime and anywhere?" Jiang Chu leaned back on the chair with a smile.

"Auntie called." Tan Zui took out the phone and handed it to him, "Brother Ben also called earlier, and I answered them all."

"My mother?" Jiang Chu completely ignored Da Ben, looked at Tan Zui, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Hmm." Qin replied the most.

"What did you say?" Jiang Chu observed Tan Zui's expression.

"I didn't say anything." Tan Zui looked up at the bottle and signaled the nurse to come and pull out the needle.

"When I came up, I asked why I didn't reply to your WeChat message yesterday. When I heard that I answered it, I asked you to call her back later." Tan Zui said.

"Ah, it's okay." Jiang Chu logged out of his WeChat from Tan Zui's phone, "I've read it all."

"She was shocked when I heard that you had a fever." Tan Zui continued.

"You still mentioned this to her." Jiang Chu smiled again, "I haven't asked you yet, you talk to Kang Che a lot, and you don't stop talking every day."

"Have you read my WeChat?" Tan Zui also smiled.

"Stop talking, I'm definitely going to rummage." Jiang Chu extended his arm to the nurse.

"Then did you see that you are pinned to the top of my WeChat?" Tan Zui asked.

The nurse came up just in time and gave them both a quick look.

Jiang Chu curled his mouth and said nothing, and watched the nurse adjust the roller with drooping eyelids, and his knees were slightly tilted to touch Tan Zui's legs.

The second vial was hoisted very quickly, and it was done in half an hour.

When Jiang Chu finally pulled out the needle and stood up, he felt like he was released from prison.

He stretched his waist hard, then pushed Tan Zui to let him walk around quickly, his butt was almost numb from holding his urine.

"Can't you turn a corner and pee directly before leaving?" Tan Zui pointed to the sign pasted at the end of the corridor, and then glanced at Jiang Chu, "I'm almost suffocated."

"Dirty." Jiang Chu cherishes words like gold and walks like flying, "Don't talk to me, I'm tense."

"Crazy." Tan was the most helpless and funny.

After Jiang Chu sat in the passenger seat, he grabbed it maliciously.

"Fuck!" Jiang Chu suddenly leaned on the bucket and bowed his waist, then turned to stare at Tan Zui, "Piss in your mouth, do you believe it?"

Tan Zui held the steering wheel and drove the car out, and when he was on the road, he said, "Like a radish."

"...Have you recollected it so far?" Jiang Chu took two seconds to realize that he was judging the feel of the hand just now.

Tan Zui glanced at him, and both of them were caught laughing inexplicably.

"Hey!" Jiang Chu propped his forehead and laughed for a long time, but he still didn't dare to slack off.

In the middle of laughing, he suddenly remembered that his mother still had a phone call waiting for him.

From midnight to noon yesterday, he finally returned home and finished urinating. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Jiang Chu felt exhausted all over his body.

He changed the clothes on his body and wanted to take a shower, but was stuffed back on the bed by Tan Zui without saying a word, and began to take his temperature again.

"Not back either." Tan Zui frowned at Mercury, "It's still 38."

"Isn't it a bit of a retreat, you have to give some time for the medicine to take effect." Jiang Chu stretched out a hand from under the quilt to beckon, "Give me the phone, and call my mother back."

"What do you want to eat?" Qin Zui handed over the phone.

"Anything is fine, I'm not very hungry." Jiang Chu patted his face, "Just order a bowl of noodles."

Tan Zui went to get him another glass of water, and turned to go out after seeing that he had taken the medicine.

Jiang Chu was full of water, lying on the pillow and flipping through his phone.

He clicked on the call record first, and looked at the duration of the call between Yan Tan and his mother.

Three minutes and 38 seconds.

Jiang Chu stared at the number for a while.

In fact, he didn't know what he was looking at, and this number represented nothing.

The message my mother sent on WeChat yesterday was to ask him how Jiang Liantian would arrange for Tan Zui without saying anything.

Jiang Chu wasn't sure if Tan Zui had seen it, and he wasn't sure if his mother would give hints on the phone.

Thinking of this possibility, and thinking about the fact that Tan Zui found out that he had a fever last night, running around and cooking for him until now, Jiang Chu felt a pain in his heart.

He stared, feeling a little annoyed.

——Calling my own mother turned out to be a matter of guesswork and mental preparation in advance.

Tan Zui sipped his cigarette and leaned against the running water table, leaning back on the table with both hands, waiting for the water in the pot to boil, while teasing Zhou Teng with his feet.

He didn't close the door of Jiang Chu's bedroom, and he could hear Jiang Chu's phone call.

"Mom, I. Have you eaten?"

"Well, I just came back, and it should be almost enough to drink two more bottles tomorrow."

"Who knows why I suddenly have a fever, a hot cold."

"Why are you still talking about my uncle... Ah, I see, he told me yesterday."

"They have an arrangement, so don't worry about it."

"What about me? Why do I live when I go home, I just have a fever..."

"Hey, don't bother me, what are you taking care of, you are busier than the two of me every day... It's okay, Mom, I'll sleep for a while, I'm sleepy."

The phone is short.

Jiang Chu's voice lowered every sentence, until the call ended, and the sound of a lighter "clicking" came from the bedroom.

Tan Zui scratched and pulled Zhou Teng's belly twice with the back of his foot. The water in the pot was steaming white, and he gently picked Zhou Teng out with his legs.

For Qin Zui, the following is already a skill that can be operated with eyes closed, without using his brain at all.

He walked and added everything to the pot, until he turned off the fire and prepared to serve noodles, when Jiang Chu called out "Qin Zui" to return to his senses.

"What?" Tan Zui turned his head and shouted back.

Jiang Chu ignored him, so he had no choice but to put down his chopsticks and go over.

"What's wrong?" He opened the door and asked Jiang Chu.

"Come here." Jiang Chu leaned against the bed and pressed his phone, without even lifting his eyelids.

"I have such a severe fever." Tan Zui smiled.

He walked to the bed, Jiang Chu threw the phone aside, raised his hand and pressed his neck: "Let me give you a kiss."

Tan Zui was stunned by his sudden operation, and wanted to laugh.

"You are a patient..." Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Chu's strength sank and he directly knocked his head off.

It was never possible for Tan Zui to be stable in front of Jiang Chu.

Although Jiang Chu's kiss was obviously irritated and emotionally vented, he was still on point.

As soon as Jiang Chu's tongue came in, he immediately pressed his forehead against Jiang Chu's forehead, pulled the back of his head back and kissed him deeply.

He licked Jiang Chu's hot throat and the base of his tongue vigorously, and felt that Jiang Chu's breath on his face suddenly became heavy, and his whole body was also a little hot, and the nerves under the eye sockets were pulling his brain to feel dizzy and hot.

It seems that fever also has the benefits of fever.

He couldn't help saying something in his heart.

Qin most likely hadn't kissed Jiang Chu in ten years, almost tore Jiang Chu's hair off.

Buried in Jiang Chu's shoulder socket, he waited for several seconds before he regained his nearly evaporated sanity.

"My face is lumpy." He said "tsk" hoarsely.

"Is fever contagious?" Jiang Chu and him were not worried about the same problem.

While stroking Tan Zui's back, he tilted his head and kissed Tan Zui's ears and the back of his neck.

"I've never been sick, so at least I should have some common sense." Tan Zui moved his arms, "Colds are common."

He grabbed the side of Jiang Chu's neck again, bit the numb tendon on his neck and licked it.

Jiang Chu smiled, leaning against the head of the bed with one knee erect: "Is it hot?"

"Hot potato." Tan Zui said.

"I thought you were going to make a boiling water radish." Jiang Chu couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

"It's all the same." Tan Zui also smiled.

"The sweet potato you planted looks the same as the radish?" Jiang Chu closed his eyes.

"Eat the same thing." Tan Zui raised his head and bit Jiang Chu's chin.

A pot of noodles in the kitchen went to waste.

It was rare for Jiang Chu to have a fever in ten years. His fever was 38 degrees, and he only had boiled radishes for lunch.

He was really exhausted, and he just felt tired with his eyes closed.

Qin Zui ran to the entrance of the community and ordered two light fried dishes, and went to the porridge shop to buy a bowl of lean meat porridge.

When he came back, he urged Jiang Chu to eat, and then covered him with the quilt so that he could sleep soundly.

After sleeping until after eight o'clock in the evening, Tan Zui called him to get up for dinner.

Feeling that Jiang Chu was hotter than during the day, he frowned and took Jiang Chu's temperature again, it was 38 degrees.

Burned back again.

This time, Jiang Chu had experienced what it means to be "illness comes like a mountain".

38 degrees is like an axis for training people. For two or three days in a row, his body temperature slipped back and forth around this axis, and it never fell below 37.

Fortunately, I didn't go down and didn't jump up, and the highest didn't jump to 39 degrees.

Jiang Chu didn't have a fever, but he just lacked energy, why he was upset, and kept slipping away.

When I sent files to the client that day, he misremembered the compressed package and sent a bunch of serial numbers.

"It's fine if I'm not in a hurry. When I contacted that day, I said that I was in a hurry to get it. The factory will wait for the sample to be released on the weekend and it will be used on Monday. Which plate did you put in it?" Da Ben called and said straight away.

"You're busy with your work, I'll go and look for it." Jiang Chu frowned and told Tan Zui to turn around and drive to the company.

He was just pressed by Tan Zui to get an injection.It's really useless to hang water, Jiang Chu didn't even think that he was almost [-], and he had to strip half of his pants for a spanking.

"What's the matter?" Tan Zui looked at his expression.

"I sent the wrong thing." Jiang Chu lit a cigarette and took two puffs.

It's not a big deal, but this kind of low-level mistake happened at this time, which annoyed him a lot.

Qin Zui braked the car in front of the courtyard, and Jiang Chu got out of the car first.

After walking two steps, he stopped again and turned around, handing Tan Zui the cigarette in his hand.

Tan Zui took it and habitually held it in his mouth.

After parking the car in the parking space, he was about to go in to find Jiang Chu when a car behind him beeped.

Tan Zui glanced sideways, a white car stopped beside him, and Jiang Chu's mother pushed the door out of the car.

Qin Zui was stunned.

After Jiang Chu's mother came over, he hurriedly called out "Auntie" and flicked the cigarette in his mouth into the trash can next to him.

"I look like you from the back, it really is." Jiang Chu's mother gave Tan the most familiar distanced smile, "Why are you here?"

She didn't stop when she was talking, and she didn't even slow down when she came to Tan's closest point. She just passed him and pushed open the courtyard door, stepping into Jiang Chu's small company familiarly.