Married and fell in love with Bai Yueguang, the protagonist

Su Xingtong was startled: "You have a fever!"

Mo Junyi had long felt that something was wrong with his body, and there was no special reaction when he heard that: "Well, I guess I caught a cold in the afternoon."

"No, that's not the problem now." Su Xingtong didn't dare to make too much movement for fear of affecting his driving, "Hurry up and go to the hospital, I'll be burnt out for a while!"

The two stopped at the nearest hospital. Su Xingtong was in a panic and wanted to get out of the car to help Mo Junyi. Although Mo Junyi was a little delirious from the fever, he still reminded him: "Your face is not covered. one time?"

Only then did Su Xingtong realize that he needed to cover his face, so he quickly took out his mask and put it on, pushed the door and walked out.

After locking the car, Su Xingtong helped Mo Junyi to the hospital. With that cautious posture, those who didn't know it thought that Mo Junyi had some terminal illness, so that the people at the emergency window couldn't help but look at them more: "Internal medicine still......"

"Hello, hello," Su Xingtong said in a panic before he finished speaking, "My husband has a fever..."

Mo Junyi was a little dizzy from the fever, but he immediately regained his energy when he said a word.

The staff took the ID card handed over by Su Xingtong and said: "Go to the internal medicine department for fever."

As he spoke, he went through the registration procedures for them. Su Xingtong waited impatiently, and touched Mo Junyi's forehead after a while. He didn't know whether it was a psychological effect or something else. Su Xingtong always felt that Mo Junyi's body temperature was getting worse. Burn hotter.

Mo Junyi was amused and distressed by his fidgeting look: "I'm fine, I just have a fever, and I'll be fine with a fever-reducing injection in a while, don't be nervous."

Of course Su Xingtong knows that fever is not a serious illness, and even an occasional fever can promote the functioning of the immune system. The brain causes irreversible effects" "39 degrees five is a critical value...."

"I... I'm not nervous..." Su Xingtong curled his fingers unnaturally, "How do you feel? Are you dizzy?"

Mo Junyi saw that he was trying to cover up but didn't expose him: "Fortunately, I'm not very dizzy."

Su Xingtong wanted to say something else, but the emergency person had already handed him the registered number.He had no choice but to support Mo Junyi to stand up.

Mo Junyi was a little top-heavy, but he still persisted and did not put his body weight on Su Xingtong.

Both of them feel sorry for each other, and would rather suffer a little bit than make the other suffer.

Taking the number to the internal medicine department, blood drawing and laboratory tests were carried out, and the procedures that should be followed were not bad. Su Xingtong saw Mo Junyi's rare weakness within a day.

After such a set of tossing, normal people will be three points tired, let alone sick.

Su Xingtong beside him was so distressed that he couldn't speak. When Mo Junyi saw him like this during the blood test, he forced a hand to rub his head and comforted him: "You won't be pretty if you cry."

Su Xingtong didn't want to cry at first, but when he said this, his nose turned sour: "I didn't cry... how can you describe a man as beautiful, sit down and draw blood, and leave me alone."

In the end, the test results were fine, and the doctor prescribed a fever-reducing shot and some medicine and let them go.

After taking the antipyretic injection, Mo Junyi's body temperature dropped from 39 to 38. The effect was obvious, but Su Xingtong was still terrified.

The car back was also driven by Su Xingtong. Mo Junyi felt that he had improved a lot, and sat in the passenger seat and still teased: "I don't know, seeing your attitude, I thought your husband was terminally ill."

Su Xingtong immediately glared at him: "Don't talk nonsense!"

Mo Junyi chuckled lightly, and said without sincerity: "I was wrong, don't be angry."

Su Xingtong was angry and worried, but he still kept his temper in his heart, not daring to drive too fast.

When he got home, Su Xingtong immediately turned on the air conditioner.

Spring is a good season when neither cold nor hot, basically no one can turn on the air conditioner, let alone turn on the warm air, Mo Junyi just wanted to sigh whether it was a bit exciting, so Su Xingtong dragged him to sit on the sofa.

"What about the medicine?" Su Xingtong asked with a frown.

His look of being prepared made it difficult for Mo Junyi to say anything, so he quickly took out the medicine: "Here, I will take it by myself..."

Before the word "OK" was out of his mouth, Su Xingtong took the medicine he handed over, took it apart, and then frowned and began to study the doctor's order: "This is three times a day, one pack at a time... .Take it before meals...this granule is two sachets at a time, twice a day..."

After finishing watching, he poured a glass of water and took the medicine and sat beside Mo Junyi: "You eat this bag first, and I'll make the medicine for you."

That being said, he didn't intend to withdraw his hand in the slightest, that gesture was clearly to feed Mo Junyi directly.

Mo Junyi likes to tease him when he's fine, but he can't bear to let him take care of him when he's really sick: "I'll do it myself..."

Su Xingtong showed a firmness that was completely different from the past: "Open your mouth."

Mo Junyi and him looked at each other for a while, but finally lost under the gaze of those firm eyes, he opened his mouth helplessly.

After Su Xingtong fed him the tablet medicine, he took the granule and went to the water dispenser to brew it.

After taking a set of medicine, Mo Junyi couldn't help sighing, "I'm afraid the emperor doesn't have this kind of treatment."

Su Xingtong handed the prepared medicine to his mouth: "The emperor will not jump into the river to save people today, and jump into the lake to save cats tomorrow."

Mo Junyi immediately heard the resentment in his words, and after drinking the medicine, he wanted to sit up and hug him. Seeing this, Su Xingtong quickly said, "What do you want? I'll get it for you."

Mo Junyi smiled weakly: "...you."

"What?" Su Xingtong didn't react for a moment.

"I said," Mo Junyi propped himself up and sat up, leaning into Su Xingtong's ear and said, "I want to hug you."

The word "hug" can only be understood as a literal meaning, but it is undeniable that this word has a more ambiguous meaning after traveling around the East.

Su Xingtong's face became hot, and he said anxiously and angrily: "Why are you still thinking about this kind of thing!"

Mo Junyi's goal of being cute was achieved, so he coughed softly and said weakly: "I'm just talking about a simple hug, what did you think?"

Su Xingtong was angry, knowing that he had played tricks on him again, but he couldn't take a sick number, so he could only stare at him with wide eyes.

Relying on his own illness, Mo Junyi fought vigorously: "...Afraid that I will infect you? Forget it..."

Mo Junyi seldom shows weakness on weekdays, but the current fever gives him a unique reason to show weakness.

Sure enough, Su Xingtong panicked when he heard it: "I didn't mean that... well, let's eat the meal first, and I'll do whatever you want later, okay?"

Mo Junyi didn't expect to get so many "surprises" by showing weakness once.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" Mo Junyi asked.

Su Xingtong opened his eyes slightly: "I should ask you this, right?...You don't want to do it yourself, do you?"

Mo Junyi coughed: "Isn't that what you meant?"

Su Xingtong was so angry that he wanted to punch him, but he was not good at dealing with a sick patient, so he gritted his teeth for a while: "Officer Mo, before you serve the people, when can you think more about yourself?"

Mo Junyi rubbed Su Xingtong's cheek helplessly: "I was wrong, please give me another chance."

"The people let you sit obediently now." Su Xingtong patted his hands away and stood up, "I'll cook, and you can eat whatever you make."

Mo Junyi smiled weakly: "Okay, I know the master."

Su Xingtong was yelled all over his body for a while, and suddenly blushed: "You...why are you yelling!"

"The police are public servants of the people." Mo Junyi said rationally, "Then you are my master."

Su Xingtong was so ashamed that he didn't know what to say. After standing there for a while, he turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Although Mo Junyi was still a little weak, looking at Su Xingtong's fleeing back made him feel extremely comfortable.

Although Su Xingtong said that he would let Mo Junyi eat whatever he did, but when he started cooking, the first thing he considered was what Mo Junyi liked to eat, and the nutritional value second.

Mo Junyi is actually not very picky about food, but he doesn't like boiled tomatoes, cucumbers cut into strips, and pumpkins fried, but he doesn't show these things on weekdays, even if he doesn't like them He will eat things without changing his face.

However, as an actor, Su Xingtong naturally has better insight than ordinary people.

What's more, he really cared about Mo Junyi, the two of them had been together for so long, Su Xingtong knew exactly what Mo Junyi would eat or not.

So when he came out with the finished vegetable and lean meat porridge, Mo Junyi's slightly sleepy eyes flashed a trace of surprise.

"Why," Su Xingtong put down the porridge in his hand, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Don't you like it?"

"No, I just like it too much." Mo Junyi propped himself up and sat up. Seeing this, Su Xingtong hurried up to help him, "I'm a little flattered."

Su Xingtong supported him and said, "Is it just that you are flattered?"

After finishing speaking, before Mo Junyi could reply, he picked up the bowl of porridge, scooped out a spoonful, and blew it to Mo Junyi's mouth: "Open your mouth."

This person is as painful today as a cat that stomps on people with its pads.

Mo Junyi ate the porridge with a smile, Su Xingtong filled another spoonful, and when he was about to blow it, he heard Mo Junyi laugh and say: "Mr. Su is so gentle, do you know what this scene reminds me of?"

It is said that dogs can't spit out ivory. Although these words are not suitable for Mo Junyi, Su Xingtong is still alert: "What?"

Mo Junyi looked at him jokingly: "Da Lang, I've taken some medicine."

After Su Xingtong was stunned for a moment, he shoved the bowl into Mo Junyi's arms as expected, "You can eat it yourself!"

Mo Junyi just didn't want him to work hard to feed himself. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, he started to coax people after taking the bowl: "I was wrong."

"If an apology is useful..." Su Xingtong was confused, and subconsciously said this sentence, but in the middle of the sentence, he remembered that the person sitting next to him was a policeman, so he immediately stopped him Huatou.

It's a pity that Mo Junyi has already heard it. He lowered his head and took a sip of porridge before looking up: "The meaning of the existence of the police is to serve the people, so sir, are you still angry?"

Su Xingtong pursed her lips and looked at him: "Don't talk, I won't be angry after eating."

Mo Junyi did not speak any more when he heard the words, he finished the bowl of porridge after bowing his head for a while.

Seeing this, Su Xingtong felt a lot better, but just as he was about to speak, he saw Mo Junyi holding a bowl and making a gesture to stand up.

"What are you doing?" Su Xingtong immediately followed him and stood up, "Do you want to eat? Give me the bowl, and I'll serve it."

Mo Junyi shook his head: "I don't want to eat, I'll take the bowl..." He originally wanted to say that he took the bowl to wash, but he paused in his heart, knowing that once he said it, Su Xingtong probably wouldn't Happy, so he quickly stopped talking.

After hearing this, Su Xingtong really looked unhappy: "Give me the bowl, and you can go wash up honestly."

Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Mo Junyi sighed and began to play tricks: "Mr. Su just said clearly that as long as you have eaten, you will agree to whatever I say afterward."

Su Xingtong cheated himself, and after standing there for a long while with a red face, he was not the kind of person who broke the contract, and finally he could only say bitterly: "You go to wash first, and we will talk about the rest when we go back to the room."

Mo Junyi still has a low fever, and his brain is as alert as if he had drunk half a catty of white wine.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, raised his hand and clasped Su Xingtong's waist weakly, while Su Xingtong was holding the bowl and didn't dare to move, he leaned into his ear and whispered: "Then I'll wait."

After saying that, Mo Junyi ignored Su Xingtong who was blushing at his words, let go of his hands and walked towards the bathroom.

Su Xingtong stood there for a while before recovering, but the heat on his face couldn't go down. He blushed and put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher, cleaned up the cooking mess, and finally put the dishes in the dishwasher. There was really nothing to do in the kitchen, so I could only stand there and wait.

He listened with his ears up for a long time, and realized that after Mo Junyi finished washing and returned to the room, he breathed a sigh of relief and went out of the kitchen.

It's a pity that he could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day. No matter how Su Xingtong prayed in his heart while brushing his teeth, the sleeping effect of the cold medicine could not overcome Mo Junyi's teasing his mind.

When Su Xingtong finished washing and carefully opened the bedroom door, what he saw was Mo Junyi who was leaning on the bed and casually flipping through a book - he looked very sober and calm, and had no intention of falling asleep at all.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Mo Junyi raised his head and looked over here.

His eyes were not very sharp, they could even be called gentle, but such eyes made Su Xingtong's back go numb, and he couldn't help swallowing.

"What are you doing standing there?" Mo Junyi leaned on the bed and looked at him, "Afraid I'll eat you?"

Su Xingtong replied immediately: "Who is scared!"

After saying that, he walked to the bedside seemingly calmly, then lifted the quilt and lay down in it, turned his head and said to Mo Junyi: "...what do you want me to do."

Mo Junyi patted him lightly under the quilt, and Su Xingtong's stern look was immediately broken, and he almost jumped up from the bed.

"Don't be nervous," Mo Junyi's tone was weak and dangerous, "I look like this, and some things are powerless, why are you shaking?...Or, Teacher Su is not shaking because of fear, but because Are you trembling with anticipation?"

If he didn't say it, Su Xingtong wouldn't even know that he was trembling.

In fact, Su Xingtong himself couldn't tell why he was trembling, he was afraid, and he definitely had expectations, but he couldn't admit it on the surface.

"Since you're feeling powerless, hurry up and go to sleep." Su Xingtong wanted to hide back, but was held tightly by Mo Junyi's waist, unable to move, "Mo team, no, Junyi, we have a bright future... Mo Junyi!"

In the middle of his sentence, he suddenly couldn't continue, and he didn't know what Mo Junyi had done, but he blushed and called out Mo Junyi's full name.

"It's just that there are some things that are powerless." Mo Junyi dragged back the person who subconsciously wanted to escape, and pressed him under his body with a little force, "Mr. Su, I'm sick, and you promised to take care of me."

"The care I'm talking about is normal care..." Su Xingtong replied with a red face, "It's not bed care!"

Su Xingtong, who was hot on Mo Junyi's body, wanted to shrink himself into a ball, but Mo Junyi was like a ruthless hunter, pressing him firmly, forcing him to open the shell, revealing the soft mussel meat inside.

"Teacher Su is duplicity again." Mo Junyi leaned down and whispered in Su Xingtong's ear, "If you don't want to, why are you hanging on my neck?"

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