After Assistant Salted Fish was targeted by President Ba

Fang Chuli refused to go to the hospital, frowning and trying to bury his face in the quilt.

This is exactly the same as when I was a child. It was especially bad in high school. There was a time when Fang Chuli had a high fever and didn’t take medicine or see a doctor. , twisted to the hospital, injections and saline solution.

Wen Ling quickly found a thermometer, and it was still 39.

"I'm going to get some alcohol, don't sleep yet," he heard the person in the quilt cry out for pain, thinking that he might have a fever due to inflammation, so he went to fetch water to pull him up, and found that the morning medicine pack was unopened, he couldn't help but He deepened his tone, "Take the medicine first."

Fang Chuli's consciousness was in a daze, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyelashes were trembling when he opened his eyelids.

"What kind of medicine is this?" The young master was quite alert.

"Anti-inflammatory."

Seeing that Fang Chuli's face turned pale because of these three words, Wen Ling hurriedly coaxed: "You fell, and you didn't show the doctor to see the scratches on your body. If you get an inflammation, you will have a fever!"

The patient's judgment is very poor, and Wen Ling's expression is serious. Every time he is serious, he is like Zhenhai Stone.

Now Fang Chuli didn't have the energy to be serious, he had a terrible fever and just wanted to sleep with his eyes closed, no matter how unwilling he was, he poured the pills into his stomach with a bitter face.

He still told Fang Dong downstairs that it was a big Chinese New Year, every family was having a reunion, and it took a long time to call the doctor, so fortunately, he kept antipyretics at home.

Fang Chuli, whose family was somewhat unable to hold back his stubbornness, still planned to let Wenling go.

Wen Ling was preoccupied with something, and ran patiently, but the second time he asked Fang Chuli to take medicine, it was not smooth.

"What kind of medicine do you need to take?" The young master who was awakened by the toss and felt uncomfortable was furious.

Wen Ling spoke softly: "If the fever is gone, eat it and see if it works. If not, call the doctor."

"Stop barking, I'm sick of seeing a doctor."

Wen Ling stretched out his hand: "Take that medicine."

Not knowing what he thought of, Fang Chuli lowered his eyelids to look at Wen Ling's hand, then raised his head, his dark eyes flashed, watery, and it took him a long time before he said a word: "Wen Ling, I'm sorry, I won't Drinking."

Wen Ling raised his eyebrows: "???"

Has this young master changed his gender?Still know how to say sorry?

This aggrieved little girl looks like a cat whose claws have been pulled out, extremely docile.

But within a few seconds of meekness, the young master snatched the antipyretics away, ate them viciously, and complained to him: "Won't you find the person in charge when the hotel is on vacation! Go ask him to give you the key tomorrow, and you go get the surveillance camera." Come out to me!"

Wen Ling retracted the preface, this is a cat whose claws have been pulled out!This is still the vicious little lion.

Wen Ling listened to them one by one while cursing a few words, suddenly, the "Fifteenth" still came too fast.

Fang Chuli was tired of scolding, and the effect of the medicine came up.

Wen Ling still contacted Wei Xixi, he would die sooner or later, so he might as well fool around while Fang Chuli was ill.

Wei Xixi was very noisy there, but he still insisted on sending him a voice message, the content was: See you in the basement when you get it!

Alcoholic.

Wen Ling quickly cut off the indistinguishable shrill voice mixed with dj rock.

Counting the time, he purposely checked the efficacy of the antipyretics, and planned to go to Fang Chuli's after taking a shower, carrying the anti-inflammatory ointment, nervous for no reason.

Fang Chuli's mother looked at Fang Chuli once before going to bed, and saw Wen Ling told him to go to bed: "Xiao Li fell asleep and didn't sweat, but his temperature dropped a little. I will go to see him later. You go first." sleep."

Wen Ling shook his head: "I'll sleep in his room tonight, watch it."

"That's so tiring. It's okay to stay close to work. Now you should take a vacation."

Wen Ling smiled softly: "It's okay, he should be more used to me watching over him, if the fever doesn't subside, I'll call you again, you've already been busy all day."

Compared with the whole family, Fang Chuli did get along with Wen Ling more peacefully. This is what we have seen over time. Since childhood, only Wen Ling could occasionally touch the little lion's head.

Fang Chuli's mother told him to find a thick quilt and go into the house to sleep if he caught cold.

Downstairs gradually became quiet, and what was originally called staying up late turned into going to bed late.

Fang Chuli changed his posture, and lay on his back with his brows furrowed, as if he was suffering, and his breathing was heavy and hot.

He was still hot all over.

Wen Ling poured alcohol on the small square handkerchief, and as soon as he wiped his forehead, Fang Chuli twisted his face and twitched his eyelashes.

The effect of the medicine increased the fever, and the person on the bed moved slowly, his pupils were slightly dizzy, as if he was still in a dream.

"Wipe some alcohol on you, and reduce your fever quickly." Wen Ling was cautious, and now he always felt that he was taking advantage of others' danger.

Fang Chuli: "Um..."

Without struggling, Wen Ling was slightly relieved, but his heart tightened for a while when his palm accidentally rubbed against Fang Chuli's hot cheek. Last night was a torment.

"Bird/beast." Wen Ling couldn't help but say to himself, how uncontrollable is it that people burn so badly?

He lifted the quilt and unbuttoned Fang Chuli's pajamas, which made Fang Chuli struggle.

"As well as rub some on the armpits and elbows, the fever will go down faster," Wen Ling comforted him gently.

"No...no..."

Fang Chuli quit, grabbed his collar, his consciousness was not clear, his voice was vague, but his whole body refused and he was very alert.

He has no strength now, but he is extremely determined.

Wen Ling was helpless, lying on the bed and leaning close to his ear: "I'm Wen Ling, my dear, how uncomfortable it is to burn like this? Don't you want to get better soon?"

Fang Chuli felt extremely uncomfortable: "...Think about it."

But almost instantly, he said again: "No..."

Wen Ling knew that he was going to commit a crime, "Huh?" said, "Don't want to get better?"

"no no……"

"If you want it, it will be ready soon, dear."

A gentle and soft hand was attached to the back of the struggling hand. In normal times, Wen Ling would never coax Fang Chuli like this. The atmosphere of the usual conversation between the two of them is that one is tense, and the other is trying to separate the pros and cons. Even if they have no choice, they will stick to the rules. , The mediation is full of advances and retreats.

At this time, Assistant Wen was all retreating, even with inducements.

He knew that no matter whether it was because of drunkenness or not, he would let Fang Chuli do it, and watch this young master do what he could do in the bottom line or within the range he could handle.

Maybe it was because of Fang Chuli's overbearing and domineering when the two of them were children. When they encountered delicious food, they would always ask "Is there any food in Wenling?" The employment relationship will not allow others to use the title of nanny boss to talk about things.

Not even joking.

Regardless of the pressure, Wen Ling was actually quite happy to work for Fang Chuli.

As for why it is out of control?Wen Ling thought about it, maybe Fang Chuli himself didn't have that much determination to keep the bottom line.

He likes Fang Chuli, maybe the wine has strengthened his courage, but he is not authentic.

Fang Chuli seemed to be making a difficult decision, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes when he let go.

"It's okay," Wen Ling comforted him, and couldn't help rubbing away his tears, "It's okay, let me see."

Fang Chuli shrank into the quilt.

The young master has never done any heavy work since he was a child, so he is very delicate.The only heavy work might be helping Wenling move a box of printing paper to the printer. He was panting from exhaustion and complained that Wenling didn't find anyone else to do it. Assistant Wen booked him a half-year fitness class on the spot.

His skin is very fair, and the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office are bright. Sometimes Mr. Fang holds the contract in the light, and the white paper is printed on his face, which reflects light. of.

Wen Ling was careful, afraid of touching the wound.

"It's okay, it's okay." He didn't know who he was comforting, his hands trembled slightly, "I gently, does it hurt? I gently."

Fang Chuli choked out the word "uh" in his throat, and hissed.

His legs were curled up, and Wen Ling didn't dare to touch his other injuries, even if it was like this on his body, let alone...

"Legs... I'll also rub some alcohol on you to cool down."

Helping Fang Chuli wrap up the quilt, Wen Ling thought this was a good opportunity to apply the medicine, and at the same time couldn't help but kissed him on the earlobe, apologizing: "I'm sorry for making you hurt."

Taking out the ointment, I saw the scars as expected.

His knee was already pale pink, but because of the fall, he scratched a hole and formed a scab, making him look pitiful.

As soon as they met, Fang Chuli seemed to be completely awake, and kicked Wen Ling's stomach hard.

Wen Ling was in pain, and heard scolding: "You are still here! Who the hell are you! I..."

The quilt rattled, and the people on the bed reacted violently, throwing off the quilt.

Wen Ling: "..."

Fang Chuli: "..."

There is one thing to say, Wen Ling wanted to hide this from Fang Chuli, it was very wrong, but at this moment, Fang Chuli's eyes were very fierce, as fierce as he could tear the person in front of him to pieces with his bare hands.

"The doctor said," Wen Ling was the first to panic. His strong desire to survive made him preconceived, and his years of experience as Fang Chuli's assistant allowed him to react quickly, and his mouth was faster than his nerve reflexes, "Said you have other injuries on your body. , you refuse to say, I will apply medicine for you."

Fang Chuli's eyes trembled, his whole body was tense, and finally his shoulders slumped, and the pajamas that he hadn't buttoned up in time hung down by his side.

The windows were opened for air flow, and the cold air made Wen Ling shiver.

"you go."

The crimson color on Fang Chuli's face gradually deepened, as if he was gritting his teeth to chase him away.

"I don't want you to take medicine! You go!"

On other matters, Wen Ling can argue at most, but this matter is not good, Wen Ling cursed in a low voice in his heart, instead of leaving, he knelt on the bed and grabbed Fang Chuli's ankle , without giving in: "I'll wipe the medicine for you before leaving."

He knew very well that this young master couldn't take the medicine properly because of his face and because of his huge humiliation, otherwise he wouldn't be able to cover his fever.

But Fang Chuli didn't struggle as much as before, sobbing suddenly sounded in the night: "It's too ugly."

"It's not ugly," a soft spot in Wen Ling's heart was torn apart by Fang Chuli's crying, and his flesh became bloody in an instant. He suppressed the shaking of his hands and remained calm, "It's not ugly. Let's talk slowly about what's waiting for you when you get better."