Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

Before the voice finished, the phone screen went black.

Ying Huan bent her eyebrows and gave a low laugh, then retrieved her phone and opened the car door.

80.00% of the cars on the cross-river bridge are like this. The doors are closed all the time. When the snow is thick, the doors may not be able to be opened.

The elder brother in the car next door saw Ying Huan, his eyes flashed with amazement, "Brother, you look so damn good-looking, are you a mixed race?"

"No." Ying Huan was in a good mood and answered his question with a smile.

"I haven't seen such a good-looking person like you in reality. I still have a blanket here, why don't you use it?"

Ying Huan slowly buttoned the top button of the shirt, straightened the folds, and replied, "I'm not cold."

His baby, he had spared no effort to fuel him just now, but it was a pity that he ran a little faster.

Then Xin Tang can't do it if he doesn't run away, he has a hunch that if he doesn't run away, he may make a big mistake!

Xin Tang gasped for a long time in front of the pitch-black flat screen, but the more he panted, the more he felt stuffy. He touched his neck, only to find that he hadn't taken off the collar yet.

"Hold!"

Xin Tang violently ripped off the collar, and threw it back into the drawer without wanting to look at it any more.

It's a pity that my throat is still itchy, itching from the inside out.

Xin Tang coughed dryly twice, but didn't feel better. He ran to pour a cup of hot water, drank the whole cup slowly, but still felt that his throat was itchy, and wanted to cough, but he couldn't.

He rubbed his neck, put two fingers into his mouth by magic, pressed the base of his tongue, and felt a nausea.

I retched into the trash can for a while, although I didn't spit out anything, but my throat felt better.

Xin Tang: "..."

I always feel that this is a very dangerous thing, but his itchy throat should simply be strangled by the collar... Maybe!

Xintang was numb.

After returning to the sofa and sitting for a while, Xin Tang picked up the tablet, and several news about Blizzard popped up in the system notification. People crossing the river bridge probably had no choice but to abandon their cars and walk home.

Just at this time, the news of Ying Huan also came, reminding Xin Tang to cook something for himself first.

Xin Tang thought, her husband is still freezing in the ice and snow, how can he eat it by himself?

But in the next second, he changed his mind, Ying Huan must come back tonight, he should make something so that Ying Huan can eat when he comes back.

There are many things that can be made without a knife in the kitchen, but none of them are very tasty. Xin Tang thought that Ying Huan was cold and hungry when he came back, and he might want something warm, so he cooked a pot of porridge according to the tutorial.

Although there is no food, Ying Huan can eat a cucumber if he comes back.

After cooking the porridge for about an hour, Xin Tang returned to the living room with a small bowl in his hand. After two mouthfuls, he felt that it was not very tasty, so he couldn't help but make another voice call to Ying Huan.

"I'm ready to cook."

"Huh? What did you do?"

"White porridge, I'm eating. I've made a lot, let me know when you come back soon, and I'll heat it up for you in advance."

"it is good."

After all, Ying Huan hung up the phone neatly.

Xin Tang: "???"

Xin Tang looked puzzled and was about to call back when Ying Huan called again, but this time it was a video call.

After the video call just now, Xin Tang said that he didn't really want to answer it.

Ying Huan seemed to know his concerns, and sent a message: Don't worry, you're eating, don't make trouble with you, I want to see you.

"Okay." Xin Tang muttered to himself, cleared his throat, and connected.

This time Ying Huan really didn't do anything wrong, and chatted with Xin Tang all the time.

While talking, Xin Tang drank porridge with a small spoon. He didn't have any appetite at first, but he ate two bowls of porridge without knowing it.

Another half an hour passed, and there was still no movement on the cross-river bridge.

At this time, it was completely dark outside. Looking out of the window, there was a large area of ​​black holes, which looked scary.

Xin Tang came back from the window and asked worriedly, "Have you been waiting this long? How long will you have to wait? You have been stuck on the bridge for more than two hours."

"I won't wait forever, let's see what the traffic police say."

"Have they been on the bridge, too?"

"Well, it's here now, it seems to be announcing something."

Not long after, two traffic policemen came to Ying Huan's place to inform that the snow would not be cleared today, so they could park their car here and wait for the blizzard to pass before driving away.

After Ying Huan thanked her, she opened the door and walked out. It was only when the camera turned that Xin Tang saw that the car door was open.

"Why is the door open?"

"The snow is too heavy to prevent the snow from being too thick to block the door."

"Your door..." Xin Tang's expression gradually became strange, "Isn't it always open?"

"What do you think?"

If Xin Tang was here, Ying Huan probably couldn't help but tap his forehead.

"I opened it while you were cooking."

"Oh, that's good. Let me tell you why I kept seeing your hair moving in the previous video. It turned out that there was really wind." Xin Tang couldn't help feeling down, he was still bitter about not being able to find Ying Huan Yu Huai.

"A little wind, it's okay, if you love me so much, take a shower and lie down on the bed to warm me | the bed."

"I won't go, anyway, it's getting colder and colder when I go to bed. I'll wait for you in the living room on the first floor. Let me know when you arrive. I'll heat up the porridge and the hand warmer by the way. "

"Tangtang is so caring."

"of course!"

The two were not talking, but they did not hang up the phone either. Although the reality did not allow Xin Tang to go out to pick up Ying Huan, he would accompany Ying Huan home in this way.

The sounds of breathing, light and heavy, intertwined and were extremely harmonious. Later, Xin Tang went to the bedroom to fetch the bedside readings to read to Ying Huan.

After reading two full chapters, Xin Tang took a sip of water and was about to continue, but Ying Huan told him to stop because he was almost home.

Xin Tang jumped up from the sofa and hurried to heat up the porridge. He also charged the two hand warmers. He also climbed to the second floor to put the books and turned on the heater light in the bathroom.

It wasn't long after finishing all this, even before the hand warmer was cooked, Ying Huan finally came back.

Xin Tang ran to the porch, helped Ying Huan clean up the wind and snow from his body, and then touched Ying Huan's face, it was as cold as ice.

"It's the first time I've touched your body so cold."

"Just let it cool for a while, and it will be fine soon."

"It's best like this. You go and change your clothes first. The porridge may have been warmed up. I'll bring it out for you. I've turned on the heating light in the bathroom in advance. You can go take a shower directly after you finish eating."

"it is good."

In the past, it was Ying Huan who took care of Xin Tang. Occasionally, when Xin Tang was so busy taking care of Ying Huan, she felt a little novel and enthusiastic, and her steps were lighter than usual when she walked.

If he knew that there would be many such opportunities in the next two days, he probably wouldn't be so excited.

Xin Tang had no idea of ​​being sick at all, and never thought of cooking some ginger soup to drive away the cold, and Ying Huan probably never thought that he might get sick, nor did he mention that he should drink some cold medicine in advance to prevent it.

So the next morning, Ying Huan had a fever, and he was as confused as Xin Tang.

In any case, people should not be too blindly confident about their physical fitness.

Xin Tang will find that it is not difficult for Ying Huan to have a fever. When he woke up in the morning, he felt that Ying Huan's body was hotter than before. He didn't even open his eyes. He touched Ying Huan's forehead in a daze according to instinct. I was awakened immediately.

"Ying Huan! Your forehead is so hot, you have a fever!"

"Hmm..." Ying Huan replied vaguely, but pressed Xin Tang into her arms more firmly, her forehead even ran after Xin Tang's hand, and murmured, "You are so cool."

It was the first time Xin Tang saw Ying Huan like this, and his heart moved shamefully, but soon he held on to his mind and firmly pushed Ying Huan away, "Don't make trouble, I'll get you the medicine."

But usually Xin Tang's strength is not as strong as Ying Huan's. Ying Huan, who is sick, has no restraint in his strength. A brute force traps Xin Tang firmly like iron tongs, muttering coquettishly while rubbing: "Tang Tang , don't want to get out of bed."

"I got out of bed, not you."

"Don't want to get out of bed."

Xin Tang: "..."

Xin Tang seemed to have thought of something, his expression gradually became terrified, and he felt the heat on Ying Huan's forehead carefully again: "How high is your fever? Are you stupid?"

Ying Huan didn't speak, but pressed Xin Tang's hand contentedly.

It's over, I guess I'm really stupid.