Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

After Christmas, Zhang Liangshao and Song Wenyao began to fall in love.

The two of them went through all kinds of hardships and overcame five hurdles and six generals before they finally achieved the right result. It was not easy. Once the relationship was confirmed, they directly skipped the stage of ordinary young couples' running-in, and directly started the old couple mode of honey and oil. The whole Christmas break was a rambunctious one.

However, classes still have to be attended.

The two made an agreement in three chapters earlier, public and private matters are different, they don't talk about love at work, and temporarily keep this relationship a secret from the outside world.

In front of the president's office on the 69th floor,

"Anna, convey it to me. I'm here to return the clothes to the president."

Zhang Liangshao came out of the elevator carrying a paper bag, and the work badge around his neck dangled in front of the plaid shirt.

Rules are rules, but Zhang Liangshao is not a person who follows the rules.

Taking advantage of the free time at work, I sneaked out and wanted to express an office play to the CEO, I don't know if he would be happy to sign for it~ Hee hee hee...

"Sorry, President, he didn't show up for work today." The artificial intelligence secretary in a purple formal suit pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

"Didn't come? Why?"

Zhang Liangshao rushed to nothing, a little surprised.

"He called in sick."

"sick leave!?"

……

Thus, our protagonist appeared at the gate of Song Zhai, with a plaid shirt over a thin down jacket, and around his neck was a wine-red scarf that someone gave him as a token of love.

Zhang Liangshao first rang the doorbell.

The door was opened, and it was the servant who opened the door, and the one who meowed to welcome him was the president's pet Lu... Lucy.

... Uh, forget it, this guy didn't recover his memory at the time, so it was probably because of a coincidence that he got this name.

After all, I, Zhang Liangshao, am not a small-minded person, just a used pseudonym, take it and take it.

Who made kittens so cute?

"Mr. Zhang."

"Mother Liu, is he at home?"

"The president woke up this morning with a high fever. He is resting in his room now. Come in quickly. I'll go up and talk to him."

"No, don't wake him up, he might be asleep."

Zhang Liangshao carefully walked around the little blue cat circling around his feet, took off his coat, and handed it to Mama Liu along with the paper bag, "The clothes belong to him, and I've already taken them to the dry cleaners to clean them."

"Hey, good." Liu Ma took the change of clothes, "You sit down first, and I'll pour you a cup of tea?"

"No, no, no." Zhang Liangshao found his pair of velvet slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, "I'll go up and see him first, you should be busy."

The servant answered yes, and walked away, taking away the particularly clingy blue cat.

Zhang Liangshao walked up the stairs familiarly, came to the door of Song Wenyao's bedroom, and knocked lightly on the door with the volume of "Wakeful people will definitely hear it, and sleeping people will not be woken up".

No one should.

He pressed the doorknob and carefully pushed the door in, and saw a person lying on his side with his back to him in the dim room, and the white quilt raised a bulge in the center of the round bed.

He tiptoed over, walked around to the other side of the bed, and squatted down.

This Song Wenyao is very different from his usual self. His face is still flushed sickly, his black hair is messy against his forehead, his brows are slightly frowned, his arrogance and fierce aura are gone, and he looks a little weaker instead. Come.

This guy, in fact, has the potential to suffer.

Zhang Liangshao thought suddenly.

"How did you come."

The hoarse voice from the mouth on the bed brought him back from his cranky thoughts.

Zhang Liangshao was a little surprised when he saw his sickly eyes closed, "How do you know it's me?"

"Your footsteps are different from others."

Song Wenyao's speech speed was slower than usual, and his tone was much lower than usual, making him sound a bit tired.

Zhang Liangshao didn't ask him what was different, but stretched out his hand to touch his head, startled by the scalding heat.

"Why did it burn like this? Didn't you feel fine yesterday?" Zhang Liangshao was a little worried, "Did you freeze when you were at my house that day? I think you also had a cough when you were on the mountain..."

Song Wenyao didn't answer, "Your hands are so cold."

He stretched out his hot hand from under the quilt, and put Zhang Liangshao's icy palm in the cold wind together, rubbed it in his hand, then lifted the quilt and put it under his armpit.

Zhang Liangshao's nerves were paralyzed by his body like a small stove, and it was three or four seconds before the warm temperature spread from his fingertips, which gradually regained consciousness, to the cerebral cortex.

"No! How can I ask a sick person to keep me warm?" He pulled out his palm suddenly.

Song Wenyao's reaction is relatively slow now, and he failed to catch his claws, so he could only open his eyes and look at him with a pair of blue eyes, with the corners of his mouth curled down.

Whoops, this guy has actually learned to act like a baby!Incredible.

Zhang Liangshao said that he couldn't bear it.

"Come on, give me a kiss."

The young man leaned over by the bed.

This time the man avoided it.

"Don't make trouble, it will be contagious."

"It's okay, I'm not afraid." Zhang Liangshao brushed away the broken hair on his face, "You can infect me, and you'll be fine if you infect me."

Of course Song Wenyao didn't believe in this kind of pseudoscience, but he didn't have the strength to push him away, so he simply turned over and buried his head in the pillow to express his rejection.

Zhang Liangshao had no choice but to back away, "Okay, okay, I give up."

Song Wenyao turned his head around again, lying flat and looking up at him.

His eyes were soft, as if holding a pinch of water, Zhang Liangshao was almost drowning, so he asked him in a loving tone.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

"have eaten."

"Then are you hungry?"

The man nodded slightly, and said in that hoarse voice, "Will you cook for me?"

"Can the food I cook be eaten?" Zhang Liangshao, who didn't want to play tricks in front of Guan Gong at all, rejected the plan without hesitation, "Let's order delivery. I'll give you something you want."

"I want to eat your cooking."

"..." Come on, let's go back to the original road.

So, the plan restarted again.

"Then I'll try it. What do you want to eat? Tell me in advance. I'll keep it simple." Zhang Liangshao put his elbows on the bed and supported his head, listening intently to the patient on the bed ordering.

"Just cook some porridge."

"What kind of porridge do you want? Is preserved egg and lean meat porridge okay?"

"I don't eat preserved eggs."

"Then tell me one."

"It's just ordinary...abalone and shredded chicken porridge."

"..."

Well, I almost forgot that this is the young master of a wealthy family.

"...Do you have abalone at home?"

"I don't know, you can ask Mama Liu."

"Okay, then you go to sleep first, and I will call you when I eat later."

"Okay." Song Wenyao closed his eyes.

Zhang Liangshao tucked the quilt for him, and he learned this technique from Song Wenyao, after all, this man likes to tuck the quilt for him.

Of course, it's because he doesn't sleep well, so he can't blame others.

Somehow, he straightened up after tucking in the quilt, and suddenly felt a sense of responsibility on his shoulders, a kind of old father's heaviness (?).

"Want some hot water? I'll get you some."

"Ah."

The person on the bed responded.

Zhang Liangshao took the cup and turned to leave, but his fingers were hooked again.

"Or you'd better stop doing it and stay here with me."

Someone gently pinched the phalanx of his little finger while speaking.

God, can this sick Yao always be made smaller for me to carry in my pocket?

Zhang Liangshao pinched him back, "But don't you want to eat the porridge I made?"

"..." The man stopped talking, his expression was a little dull, his eyes were a little dazed, and he probably was struggling in his heart.

"I'll be with you soon." Zhang Liangshao had no choice but to comfort him in a soft voice, put his hands under the quilt, turned and left cruelly.

As soon as the door was closed, I saw the little blue cat guarding the stairs for some reason, and when he saw him coming out, he walked over with his calf.

"Shhh, good girl, daddy is sick, let's not disturb him, shall we?" Zhang Liangshao raised his finger and gestured to his mouth.

The little blue cat stared at him for a while with its big black eyes, and then went through the gap between his legs to slam the door.

Zhang Liangshao lowered his body and picked up the kitten with his free hand, hugged her shoulder like a child, and squeezed her soft buttocks with his hands.

While going downstairs, he muttered, "Why is this family so difficult to serve..."

……

Under Liu Ma's guidance, Zhang Liangshao's abalone and shredded chicken porridge was cooked tolerable.

Although the abalone is ready-made, the chicken is also prepared.

But the appearance and the taste are pretty good, okay? !

Zhang Liangshao took a picture of himself as a souvenir before sending it on the tray.

A certain patient was very face-saving, and finished the porridge spoonful by spoonful without saying a word.

Then the fever went away not long after.

This is the power of love...