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Qu Yu: "..."

In his slightly contemptuous tone, Qu Yu's forehead twitched, his face turned cold, and he put his dishonest face back on the sofa pillow.

"Let him get up and drink the soup." Meng Chao put the soup cup on the dining table, and raised his smooth eyebrows.

Five minutes later, Wen Tian was forcibly woken up, staring at the bowl of chicken soup that didn't look very good or even bad, with a helpless and speechless expression.

He pursed his lips, not very happy, and whispered: "I don't, I don't want to drink, I'm sleepy."

Meng Chao said in a cool tone: "Drinking a bowl of chicken soup won't take you long, can't you sleep after drinking it?"

Wen Tian still frowned.

Meng Chao stared at him for a few seconds. Wen Tian is a soft-spoken person, seemingly afraid of getting angry with others, but in fact he is more capable than anyone else.

So he raised his eyebrows, and spread the burning hand in front of Wen Tian generously, without speaking, but everything was said in silence.

——Look, I boiled chicken soup for you, even your hands are scalded like this, you still have the nerve to not drink it.

Wen Tian curled his eyelashes a few times, and sure enough, he pursed his lips, showing a little guilt on his face.

He took out his spoon, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, and drank it in several sips.

Qu Yu who was watching from the side: "..."

This dog's tricks are really dark.

"Okay, give me the bowl." Meng Chao looked at Wen Tian, ​​who was suffering so much and drank a lot, and lifted the corners of his lips restrainedly, "Go back to sleep, if you feel uncomfortable on the sofa, sleep on my bed , I usually hire a nanny to clean it regularly, so it shouldn’t be dirty.”

Wen Tian shook his head sleepily, "I can just sleep on the sofa."

After finishing this sentence in a low voice, Wen Tian lay back on the sofa top-heavy.

This was always the case when the medicine first started to take effect, making people unconscious and drowsy. Wen Tian was wrapped in a blanket and passed the heat in a daze.

Quyu gave him a side temperature halfway, 37 degrees six, much better than before.

Wen Tian felt less uncomfortable. He lifted the blanket and sat up. He looked at the two men in the distance who were playing games until their expressions were distorted, and they dared not scold. He asked in a low voice, "What time is it?"

Qu Yu quit the game interface, looked at the time on it, and replied: "06:30, what?"

Wen Tian's lips were bright red and dry, and after getting used to it for a while, he said, "Then I'm going back."

Meng Chao frowned suddenly, "Where do you want to go back after being burnt like this? Just fall asleep here, and I won't charge you money."

"No." Wen Tian shook his head, and found that he couldn't find a reason, so he could only throw out a lame excuse: "I accept the bed."

Meng Chao: "..."

Meng Chao wanted to say that you had the nerve to accept the bed after sleeping like that just now, but after seeing Wen Tian's flushed cheeks, he didn't bother to argue with the patient anymore.

Meng Chao calmly took the coat hanging from the entrance, looked sideways at Wen Tian, ​​"Are you sure you don't want to continue sleeping?"

Wen Tian blushed and nodded without hesitation.

Qu Yu shut down the game, stood up, and said in a natural tone, "Then get up and put on your shoes, and we will send you back."

Wen Tian immediately raised his eyes, stammered and refused: "No, no need, I can just answer by myself."

Wen Tian is thin-skinned, they are already embarrassed to take care of themselves for a day, and don't want to bother others.

Qu Yu frowned, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm afraid you will faint on the road and no one will save you."

Wen Tian was still trying to say: "I can really go back by myself, I already have a low fever..."

Meng Chao had already picked up a bag of medicine and put on those expensive sneakers, "Go home and think about taking this medicine. Anyway, it's three times a day, morning, noon and evening. When the fever subsides, you can take a little less, morning and evening. once."

Wen Tian looked at the bag of medicine, and asked, "How much, how much, I'll go back and transfer it to you."

Meng Chao didn't even bother to go back, so he walked out the door first, Wen Tian pursed his plump and reddish mouth, with a puzzled expression on his face, Meng Chao was so rich, he didn't even want to transfer the money back?

Seeing that he was still in a daze, Qu Yu turned to Zhang Wannian's unchanging stinking face, "Just now you were yelling to leave, why didn't you move?"

Wen Tian couldn't resist, so he could only stand up and put on his shoes.

10 minute later.

On the bustling street, a handsome, surprisingly white boy walked in front, followed by two tall men leisurely behind him. The strange scene attracted the attention of countless people.

Wen Tian felt a little ashamed, and kept his head down, not daring to see anyone.

It was after seven o'clock that I dawdled back to the apartment building.

Jiang Jing was a little later than him, arriving home around nine o'clock in the evening.

At that time, Wen Tian was sitting on the sofa, with both legs placed on the sofa in an unruly manner. His snow-white and straight legs were crossed together, and his wide trouser legs were spread out, revealing the delicate and soft flesh. Against the backdrop of the sofa, it looks even whiter.

His complexion was burning red, and his thick black eyelashes were still dripping wet, as if they had been dripping in water.

He was holding a hot cup in his hand as usual, but there was a little difference. Today the cup was not milk, but a bitter dark brown medicine.

Jiang Jing glanced sideways at his legs and paused for a moment, then retracted lightly with a thoughtful expression.

Wen Tian was slower than usual, and when Jiang Jing changed his shoes and walked in, he raised his eyes slowly.

Seeing Jiang Jing's face clearly, Wen Tian's eyes widened a little, his crossed legs quickly fell down, he pursed his lips, put on his shoes, and quickly moved away from Jiang Jing, as if retreating.

Jiang Jing: "?"

Wen Tian stopped behind the long European-style table for eating, lowered his eyes to measure the distance, and realized that the distance was suitable, so he obediently called out in a soft voice: "General, you are back."

His face was a little red, not only because of the fever, but also because Jiang Jing saw him sitting.

He originally thought that Jiang Jing would not come back today, so he dared to sit out a little bit.

"Why are you hiding so far away?" Jiang Jing raised her eyebrows, her voice was as calm as water, "There is something on my face that scares you so much."

Wen Tian blushed and shook his head several times, his movements were quick, as if he would be punished if he denied it quickly, he pursed his lips and stammered, "No, no, I have a fever, you'd better leave me Further."

"Have a fever?"

Wen Tian nodded in a daze.

Jiang Jing looked at him carefully, his face was flushed, his lips were slightly parted, his slightly absent-minded expression and the frequency of unstoppable daze all silently confirmed that he had a serious fever at the moment.

Jiang Jing frowned slightly, and said in a calm voice, "Then why didn't you tell me."

Wen Tian timidly looked at his face that was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and whispered softly: "You, you are busy, and I am fine, I have already bought the medicine."

He stuttered to explain, and wanted to show Jiang Jing the medicine in his hand.

Jiang Jing didn't even look at the medicine, he raised his foot and walked towards Wen Tian, ​​Wen Tian saw his movement, immediately took a few steps back, the narrow distance was widened again.

Jiang Jing stopped, not very polite, and said in a low voice: "If you hide again, I will make it difficult for you to sleep well tonight."

Jiang Jing's verbal intimidation has always been able to control Wen Tian, ​​but Wen Tian didn't dare, and remained motionless with a bitter face.

Jiang Jing walked up to him, grabbed his arm with a cold expression, and raised her hand to touch his forehead.

Then, the corners of the already straight lips were pressed down a bit.

Wen Tian was already sensitive when he had a high fever. Seeing his expression, driven by instinct, he wanted to run back to the bedroom.

With Jiang Jing's hand crossed, Wen Tian's soft and white waist bumped into the man's firm and slender arms. Before he could react, the man had already been hugged and sat on the sofa.

In order to stabilize his figure, Wen Tian put his onion-like hands on both sides of the man's shoulders, his eyelashes trembled nervously, and he was not short, sitting on the man's lap, slightly taller than the man by half.

The sensitive and slender neck was facing the man's thin white lips.

As long as you poke your head, you can kiss.

Wen Tian was extremely embarrassed by the scorching breath, he tossed a bit, trying to get off Jiang Jing's body, but under the previous threat, he did not dare to use too much force.

So there is no threat to men.

"Admiral, general, I've already told you that I have a fever, what are you doing so close to me?" Wen Tian's tone was unusually anxious, and he didn't understand.

Jiang Jing raised her eyebrows, her heart skipped a beat by his bitter expression, and she said in a hoarse voice, "What does that matter?"

Wen Tian was shocked, and said to him: "It has something to do with it, it will be contagious, and you will also get sick at that time, you, you, let me go."

What Wen Tian thought was very simple and simple, the Federation needs Jiang Jing now, and Jiang Jing must be safe and sound.And now he is the source of the disease, Jiang Jing can stay as far away from him as possible.

If Jiang Jing was infected, he would be able to drown in the saliva of each person.

Wen Tian bit his lip, showing a little scared expression.

Jiang Jing's expression was light and calm, and he said word by word: "I'm not afraid of being infected by you. I don't have a fever now, and I won't infect you. I'm not afraid of you and won't aggravate your condition. Why can't I stay closer to you?"

Wen Tian was stunned by his indistinct conversation, and said in a dull voice: "I, I won't talk to you anymore, I want to go back to my room to rest."

Jiang Jing held people back and refused to let them go, her voice was light: "...I can't say enough, and want to run again?"

"No," Wen Tian bit his lip, his voice was forced out, "I just want to sleep."

Jiang Jing's pale and cold chin nodded, opened her thin white eyelids, and asked: "Drink the medicine first, I see you have finished drinking, have you eaten yet?"

Wen Tian lowered his head to drink the medicine, and made a vague and guilty "hmm" while swallowing.

Most people who are sick have no appetite, and Wen Tian has no appetite to eat at all, and even feels uncomfortable when he smells food.

But he was afraid that Jiang Jing would get angry, so he just said that. Anyway, he is used to lying, if he can save himself from being punished, then he will lie again next time.

Jiang Jing didn't know that the blushing little boy in front of him had accepted his lying with peace of mind, and even thought there would be a next time.

When Wen Tian was about to drink it to the end, his eyes were already dizzy, but he suddenly remembered something important, and quickly called out: "Admiral, admiral."

"Ah."

Wen Tian pursed his lips, struggled like a little girl, and said slowly, "You An asked me to find him in two days."

Jiang Jing's flat eyebrows furrowed suddenly, and she swept towards Wen Tian like a wolf, her eyes were as cold as frost.

Obviously he didn't like the person Wen Tian was talking about.

"...he still dares to look for you."

Jiang Jing's voice was not steady, Wen Tian's face turned pale, lowered his eyes, and told Jiang Jing what he saw and heard on the ship that day without reservation.

The confusion in the Federation was theirs.

Including the people on the other end of the phone from You An, who were also old acquaintances who had spooked and frightened Wen Tian.

Jiang Jing's expression was unclear, and the hands on his legs were so tight that they turned white. He was silent for a few seconds, and said in a deep voice, "You can't go alone the day after tomorrow. I will send someone to follow you. When you come out, I will catch You An all at once."

If Youan hadn't used the truth as a bait, he wouldn't even allow Wen Tian to go on such a trip.

Wen Tian hesitated a little, and said "OK" slowly.

"Go to sleep, if the fever doesn't subside tomorrow, stay here."

The next morning, Jiang Jing took Wen Tian's temperature before leaving, and it had dropped to 37 degrees.

Under Jiang Jing's indifferent gaze, Wen Tian pinched his nose and drank a cup of medicine before Jiang Jing left.

Wen Tian didn't want to miss class, so he rested at home all morning, felt that he had almost recovered, and went to school.

The class is full in the afternoon, and it is already six o'clock when the lecturer finishes assigning tasks.

Wen Tian has the habit of reading the next day's class. He took out the communicator and looked at tomorrow's class schedule, and suddenly remembered that the books for the next day's class were still at Qu Yu's place.

After closing the class schedule, Wen Tian opened the information interface.

- Qu Yu, my book is still with you.I have class tomorrow, can you return it to me?

It seemed to be busy over there, and after a few minutes, a few words were sent in a few words.

- Qu Yu: I'm in the dormitory, come and get it.

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There is another chapter in the future~

Babies go to bed early =3=