God, your chapter H has been locked by me

Learned the lesson from the first day, when he came to pick up Wei Ning the next day, the editor-in-chief called a car, taking into account the low profile and Wei Ning's delicate thighs, this time there was no accident, Wei Ning successfully completed the last time during college Exams, the next group activity will be the graduation ceremony at the end of May next year.

"Editor-in-Chief, I can take care of myself completely, you can go back to work at ease!" After being sent to the door of the dormitory, Wei Ning smiled and waved to the editor-in-chief.

"..." The editor-in-chief was silent for a moment: "When will you go home?"

Wei Ning scratched his head and said with a smile: "How dare I go home when I'm so virtuous! My mother will miss me... Anyway, my home is in the suburbs, and I can go back anytime. I won't go this year."

"Are you planning to make instant noodles in the dormitory during the Chinese New Year?" The editor-in-chief frowned.

"Uh... order KFC to take out the family tube or something?"

The editor-in-chief suddenly closed Wei Ning's half-open dormitory door, and took Wei Ning's schoolbag: "Go downstairs, I'll get you a haircut first, I have quick-frozen dumplings, by the way, you can take a shower at my place."

"Wash... take a bath?" Of course Wei Ning knew that it was useless for him to take a bath in the school public bathhouse in his disabled state, but he didn't have the extravagance to go to the editor-in-chief's house to take a bath!

"It's really unnecessary..." Being forced to get into the car, Wei Ning grabbed the window frame: "I'll just find a bathing center, and I don't care about the one that takes a shower. The group purchase is only 20..." The editor-in-chief turned a deaf ear and directly Get in the car and put it in gear.Wei Ning's protest was futile and finally subsided. He lowered his head and fiddled with the phone for a long time. When the editor-in-chief glanced over worriedly, Wei Ning suddenly shook the phone screen in front of the editor-in-chief.

"I'm done with all the bath tickets!"

The editor-in-chief turned back with a blank expression, and immediately shifted to five gears in a row: "Whatever you want." Saying that, the car shot out like a rocket.

"How about... I'll give you one too, and I'll treat you to a bath?" Wei Ning asked favourably.

The final result of this incident was that Wei Ning went to the bathing center after finishing his haircut. The editor-in-chief was sitting in the opposite Starbucks with a bag of quick-frozen dumplings and waited. It looked ugly as if frozen quickly, and this state lasted until the editor-in-chief sent him back to the door of the dormitory.

"Uh...thank you for the past two days, editor-in-chief." Wei Ning said awkwardly. He vaguely felt that the icy aura of the editor-in-chief had affected the three-dimensional world. Shivering: "Well, I wish you a Happy New Year in advance!"

The editor-in-chief turned his head, Wei Ning's freshly washed hair curled up mischievously, and he pointed.Wei Ning reached out and fiddled for a long time but couldn't find the right place, so the editor-in-chief simply reached out to help him straighten it out.

"Happy New Year." The editor-in-chief rubbed Wei Ning's head. Before Wei Ning could react, he had already withdrawn his hand and stuffed a bag of quick-frozen dumplings into his arms. The editor-in-chief waved his hand and turned away. Wei Ning watched the editor-in-chief The adult's handsome back disappeared at the end of the corridor, looking down at the quick-frozen dumplings in his arms, he suddenly felt a little lost.

"You guys are left to accompany me for the holidays..." Wei Ning said, and pushed the door back to the dormitory. I don't know if it was because it was deserted. The dormitory was like a big ice cellar, which made him shiver. On the writing desk, I simply got into the bed to keep warm, and soon became confused, but I couldn’t sleep well, and I would be woken up by freezing as soon as I fell asleep. I don’t know how long it took to wake up and sleep like this. Uncomfortable was going to get some water to drink, but who would have thought that as soon as he sat up, his eyes would be dark and his mind was buzzing, and he would stumble and fall back on the bed, his whole body limp like a deflated balloon.

"Damn..." Wei Ning opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat, instead he felt a fire burning in his mouth.He frowned, and suddenly realized a problem, he seemed to have a fever.

If illness can be anthropomorphic, then the character must be so arrogant. Wei Ning didn't realize that he could hold on when he was sick, but now he just realized that it was a fever, dizziness, weakness, cold and hot, and he was in a hurry. Going to the hospital looks like he's going to die right away.

Wei Ning glanced at the quick-frozen dumplings on the table, and thought that before he put these dependent friends outside the balcony to refrigerate naturally, they would have to melt together with him.

Struggling to take out his mobile phone, Wei Ning began to wonder who could stay in the school. He didn't make a call from the beginning to the end of the address book, so he just threw the mobile phone on the bed in a fit of anger, and got up from the bed with difficulty.

It's better to knock on the door than to call!

Thinking of this, Wei Ning walked out with his heavy body crookedly, and began to knock on the doors of each dormitory, knocking on the door on the entire side of the corridor, but there was no one in the dormitory. Wei Ning leaned against the wall in frustration, The cold air came in through the down jacket, Wei Ning felt cold all over his body, his consciousness was a little unclear, the wound on his left leg was in excruciating pain, and he was about to call 120 for help, when the phone vibrated suddenly, and the editor-in-chief sent a text message.

Don't forget to freeze the dumplings outside the window.

Wei Ning was stunned, and replied with trembling fingers: Well, don't worry.Editor-in-chief, you should rest early, and you will have a smooth journey tomorrow.

After sending the click, Wei Ning realized that what he typed was: "Well, the house, the editor-in-chief Mi will fix it early, and I will say it tomorrow...

Hands tremble too much, all typos.

Soon, the phone vibrated again, this time it was a call, Wei Ning stared at the screen for a long time, but didn't dare to answer it, the editor-in-chief called three times in a row, before Wei Ning answered bravely: "Editor-in-chief..."

"What's wrong with your throat?" It was still heard.

"No...just drowsy..." Wei Ning tried his best: "Editor-in-chief, you should go to bed early, and you have to take the train tomorrow..."

"Are you OK?"

Wei Ning guessed that his voice sounded very strange, otherwise the editor-in-chief would not have been suspicious all the time. He forced a smile twice, not wanting the editor-in-chief to know that he was about to pass out from the fever. After all, he had to catch the train tomorrow, so he didn’t want to bother editor in chief.

"Sleepy..." Wei Ning pretended to yawn.

"Then go to sleep and hang up." Wei Ning breathed a sigh of relief when the words came from the other end of the phone. At this moment, the dormitory opposite door suddenly opened, and a student he didn't know came out with a trolley case and saw Wei Ning I was stunned for a moment, and then shouted: "Student! Why are you sitting on the floor? Are you okay! Do you need to take you to the hospital?"

Wei Ning also stared blankly at the opposite classmate, almost bursting into tears, his mind was full of the Henan dialect in the classic cross talk joke: "Why did you come here?"

At this touching moment, the editor-in-chief's gloomy voice suddenly came from the phone: "Wei Ning, aren't you sleeping on the bed?!"

"Editor-in-Chief..." Before Wei Ning finished speaking, the phone had already hung up.

"Student?" The opposite classmate asked Wei Ning for his opinion.

"Can you help me back to the dormitory first?" Wei Ning stretched out a hand towards him.

That classmate was also an enthusiastic person. During the few steps back to the dormitory, he kept asking Wei Ning if he wanted to go to the hospital. Finally, when he arrived at the dormitory, Wei Ning pointed to the dumplings on the table and interrupted him: "Help me take that one first." Can you just look out the window?"

The classmate looked at Wei Ning with an expression of disbelief.

"Heh..." Wei Ning smiled bitterly: "Hurry up, it will be too late."

Sure enough, just as the classmate had put the dumplings away, the door of the dormitory was pushed open abruptly. The editor-in-chief was standing at the door without his coat on. He seemed to have not noticed the existence of another classmate at all. In front of Ning, he bent down and touched his forehead. The hot temperature made the editor-in-chief frown tightly.

"Why didn't it burn you stupid!" The editor-in-chief said, hugging Wei Ning, and walked outside in a hurry, when the classmate shouted "Hey" from behind, the editor-in-chief paused, and asked Wei Ning: "Have you brought the keys?"

"Um……"

"Student, please lock the door for him." The editor-in-chief turned his head to confess to the classmate, and strode out.

As soon as he got in the car, the editor-in-chief took off his coat and wrapped it around Wei Ning's body. He touched Wei Ning's forehead again, his face was very ugly, he kicked the accelerator, and the car drove fast.

"Editor-in-Chief, thank you. You can go back after throwing me into the hospital, get some rest early, and take the train tomorrow..."

"You'd better worry about yourself!" The editor-in-chief glanced at Wei Ning. His lips were dry and peeling, his face was flushed abnormally, and he looked terribly haggard. The intersection turned red in an instant, and I don’t know why it was such a coincidence that all the lights on this road were red.

"Can you stand it?" The editor-in-chief touched Wei Ning's head again, his brows were furrowed like a man.

"My current state is so perfect that I can act in a Korean drama, Ouba..." Wei Ning was still in the mood to joke at this time: "Editor-in-chief, get me a Snickers bar!"

The editor-in-chief was confused by him, sighed, and concentrated on driving.Wei Ning saw the calmed expression of the editor-in-chief, and finally felt relieved. He leaned his head lightly on the car window and closed his eyes.

When the two of them arrived at the hospital, they found that the three floors of the outpatient clinic were surrounded by patients, and they didn't know where there were so many people who fired bombs, their hands were blown, their faces were blown, their eyes were burned, and their hair was burned. They waited in line according to this posture. It was early morning the next day, and the editor-in-chief glanced at Wei Ning's obviously swollen thigh, and asked mercilessly, "Did you get wet when you took a shower?"

Wei Ning stopped talking, lowered his head and pretended to be weak, the editor-in-chief was silent for a while, then stood up suddenly.At this moment, the hem of the sweater was grabbed by Wei Ning, Wei Ning looked up at him eagerly, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, but his face was written all over, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, Don't be angry, just leave...

The editor-in-chief sighed: "I'll get you a thermometer."

"Oh..." Wei Ning lowered his head in embarrassment, but there was a roar in his heart, Wei Ning, can you fall further?Being sick and becoming dependent on others is such a fucking sissy!

As expected, the editor-in-chief came back soon. He put the thermometer between Wei Ning's hands and brought back hot water and anti-inflammatory medicine. He put the pills in Wei Ning's palm, fed him with hot water, and helped him tighten his shoulders Own coat: "Sleep on me for a while, and wait for some."

"Hmm..." Wei Ning was already in a daze and couldn't care about anything. He felt the editor hugging him, and knew something was wrong in his heart, but his willpower had long since disappeared. He fell into the editor's arms meekly, warm His embrace made him very comfortable, he seemed to have gotten used to the faint smell of tobacco on the editor-in-chief, and at this moment he felt at ease as if he was sleeping on the bed at home.