There is a wife at home

Zhang Qing called the chicken back to the coop, turned around and went to the door of Guo Jingjing's room to look again, it was already dark, and the light was not turned on in the room, and he saw a tall ball bulging in the thin quilt, Zhang Qing licked it. Pursing his lips, it seems that he is going to eat a bowl of noodles at the noodle restaurant at the entrance of the village. His son must have been exhausted last night, and he didn't get enough sleep after a whole day.

I also want to help my son get a bowl!My son hasn't eaten all day.

So Zhang Qing called out cautiously: "Ah Jing? Do you want some noodles?"

Guo Jingjing didn't answer, Zhang Qing scratched the back of his head, not sure if he should go in and call him.

"Don't you eat? Don't worry, it's not me. I'll buy it. You won't have diarrhea if you eat it. Ah Jing, I know you're tired, but it's not good for your stomach if you don't eat. That's what you said, so you Do you want to sleep after eating?"

The person on the bed seemed to respond, arched under the quilt, Zhang Qing waited joyfully, the person under the quilt snorted twice, but didn't respond again, Zhang Qing frowned, feeling something was wrong up.

He pushed open the door, walked over lightly, stretched out his hand to pull down the quilt covering half of Guo Jingjing's face, and shouted, "Ah Jing?" Khan, Zhang Qing was startled, and quickly turned on the light switch on the wall. When he saw Guo Jingjing's bluish-white face clearly, Zhang Qing's face also turned pale.

"Ah Jing? You...what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?" He said with his palm pressed against his forehead, "It's so hot!"

Guo Jingjing had a fever, and Zhang Qing regretted it to death. When Guo Jingjing came back, he felt that the person's face was not right, so he should have dragged someone to see Dr. Wang!

"Ah Jing, are you feeling bad? Dad will bring you medicine, don't be afraid."

Zhang Qing turned around and rushed to the living room, rummaged through the cabinets on the coffee table to find cold medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine, poured a cup of hot water and rushed back to the room, put the medicine and water on the bedside table, sat by the bed and helped Guo Jingjing up.

"Ah Jing, good boy, just take some medicine and you'll be fine."

Zhang Qing fed Guo Jingjing medicine and water, Guo Jingjing frowned, opened his eyes half-opened in a daze, and called out, "Dad, well, I'm here, I'm here, Ah Jing is not afraid, Dad protects you. "

Zhang Qing held Guo Jingjing in his arms, just like Guo Jingjing did when he was a child, holding him tightly in his arms. Every time Guo Jingjing fell ill, Zhang Qing felt more insecure than him, and he had to hug Guo Jingjing tightly like this. Okay, Guo Jingjing was uncomfortable at first, and being strangled so tightly made him even more uncomfortable, but he never said anything, instead he reached out and patted Zhang Qing's arm, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm fine, dad, go to sleep. It will be fine."

Zhang Qinghong nodded with eyes red, nodded again, and said, "Then you go to sleep, and you'll be fine!"

Guo Jingjing closed his eyes tiredly, his eyelashes were covered with sweat and wet.

In the middle of the night, Guo Jingjing's fever didn't subside, but became more and more serious. Zhang Qing sat beside him and watched his face turn red and his lips dry. Tears were about to fall, and he ran to the living room to call Dr. Wang. It was so late, and Dr. Wang couldn't come over immediately, so he asked him to use alcohol to cool down Guo Jingjing physically. If there was no alcohol, he used white wine. , the doctor will come back tomorrow morning.

Zhang Qing doesn't like to drink, the baijiu under the bed was secretly given to him by Mrs Zhang the year before last, saying that it was the Erguotou brought back by her eldest son from Beijing, it was too expensive, Zhang Qing didn't care whether it was expensive or not, he just gave it to Guo Jing Jing rubbed his body.

Guo Jingjing's consciousness was burnt out, and he couldn't hear what Zhang Qing said. Zhang Qing undressed him, saw the familiar traces on his body, and was so frightened that he dropped the bowl containing the wine, and sat down on the ground shivering. trembling.

"How...how could this be..."

Zhang Qing murmured these words repeatedly. The injuries on Guo Jingjing's body were not caused by girls at first glance, not to mention that Zhang Qing himself had experienced it before, and he knew the feeling better than anyone else. After laying down for half a month and drinking porridge for half a month, I finally came back alive.

But what about Guo Jingjing?He came back from the car so far early in the morning and made him breakfast. He was lying alone on the bed with a fever. Thinking about it, Zhang Qing's tears flowed out. He got up and took the remaining half of the wine. , took a new bowl to put it on, tore off a quarter of a new towel and stuck wine, and wiped Guo Jingjing's body inch by inch.

After wiping, a pile of tears fell down Guo Jingjing's back.