Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Qi Yanqing was trembling in pain, his mouth was full of sweet blood, and the mole on the tip of his nose was dotted with fine sweat, he murmured in a low voice: "...It's a bit cold."

Lu Yichao quickly pulled the blanket to wrap him around him, hugging him tightly, "Is it still cold?"

Qi Yanqing frowned, curled up his body with a low moan, his head hurt from being pulled by the glands, and suddenly there was a heartbeat-like thumping sound in his right ear.

"Quarrel……"

"I won't talk." Lu Yichao whispered, hugging him tightly through the quilt, "Is it not cold?"

After watching the real-time data, Tan Wang didn't tell Lu Yichao until after Qi Yanqing had slept peacefully: "It's best to use pheromones to comfort you for more than three hours these days, which is conducive to recovery."

Lu Yichao nodded and continued to release pheromones.

Tan Lu looked around, where did Qi Chuxing go?

He went upstairs and knocked on the door, but there was no answer, and then turned the handle to find that the door was locked.

"Qi Chuxing, open the door."

There was no sound at all.

"Qi Chuxing? Can you hear me?" Tan Lu was a little worried about him. Ten minutes was too much, and the side effects would definitely intensify after 10 minutes.

"Qi..."

"Tan Wang, I'm asleep... Let's talk about it tomorrow." Qi Chuxing's voice sounded.

Sounds like nothing out of the ordinary.

Tan Wang said: "Let me see your glands."

"It's really all right! I've already gone to bed, can I talk about it tomorrow? I'm so sleepy."

Qi Chuxing raised his voice, squeezed his palm hard and said this sentence.

He heard footsteps outside and left, so he slumped his shoulders and leaned against the back of the chair, turning the wheelchair to the bathroom.

His face was covered with cold sweat, his lips were cyanotic, his palms were covered with bloodstains from his pinching, and his eyes were wet and red.

The light in the bathroom was dim, he bent down and lowered his body and retched a few times, cold sweat poured down in big spots, and he couldn't tell where the pain was from up and down his whole body.

Layer after layer of cold sweat broke out on his body, making him tremble like convulsions, his heart... beat hard, every beat was painful, and his chest was stabbing.

He pressed his heart hard, bent over and lay on his lap for a while, and then turned the wheelchair to go outside.

The bed is very close to him, but he has no strength in his arms today, so he can only sit in a wheelchair.

Qi Chuxing pulled the quilt from the bed and covered himself. There was no heating in the house, so he would get sick if he didn't cover the quilt.

He just fell asleep in the wheelchair, really tired.

Tan Wang took the key and opened the door, and saw such a scene as soon as he entered, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then approached lightly.

Qi Chuxing fell asleep, and Tan Huang first checked his glands with an instrument, and wrapped him up tightly with the quilt after confirming that there was no serious problem.

After thinking about it, he still didn't carry him to the bed. The kid didn't open the door because he was afraid of seeing him, so it's better not to let him know.

After going through this treatment for several days, Qi Chuxing visibly lost weight and haggarded a lot.

Tan Wang took him back to work in Yuncheng in the morning, and came to the village together in the evening.

Qi Chuxing didn't feel well when he woke up this morning, and his face was extremely pale.

He has been typing on his mobile phone since he got in the car, arranged the work, and then said: "Tan Wang, please take me home today, my little house."

Tan Wang: "Aren't you going to the company?"

"Well, I skipped work today." Qi Chuxing said with a smile.

"Don't go back to Qi's house? Is it okay if no one takes care of you?" Tan asked indiscriminately.

"My dad will ask me when he sees that I look bad, so he won't reply. I can do it myself."

Qi Chuxing had just sent the work arrangement to the group when he heard a call from Bai Fan.

"Chu Xing, you haven't been home for a long time. I happened to come to the company today. They said that you are busy today?"

"Dad, I have some personal matters." Qi Chuxing said with a smile, "Work will not be delayed."

Bai Fan: "I'm just a little worried about you, yourself? You haven't been home for a few days."

Tan Lu's right hand suddenly spread out towards him, and hooked his fingers.

Qi Chuxing froze for a moment, then shook the phone.

Tan Wang nodded with a smile, and then got Qi Chuxing's mobile phone, "Mr. Bai, I'm Tan Wang, I'm with Chu Xing, I want to ask him out to play today, I will take good care of him."

Bai Fan smiled and said, "It's you, then I can rest assured."

After a few more instructions, the two hung up the phone.

Tan Wang returned the phone to Qi Chuxing, "Do you know what it looked like just now?"

"Like, like what?" Qi Chuxing asked.

Talking and laughing is pleasant, deep and gentle, with soft eyes, "like a parent who helps children lie."

Qi Chuxing froze for a few seconds, then nodded with a dry smile, "Ah, yes...hahaha.".

There was only one day left before Ye Wei's invitation to fight.

"It's Ye Wei's unilateral appointment, it doesn't matter if we don't!" Zhou Jian said.

Lu Yichao has already worked out a countermeasure with the public relations department, and is ready to press the trending search at any time.

Qi Yanqing's comatose time became longer and longer, and the aroma of red roses was obviously much stronger.

Zhou Jian lay beside the bed, "I know you should get better soon, that shameless Ye Wei is dead!"

Qi Chuxing also held Qi Yanqing's hand, "Brother, you said that you are not allowed to lose, you said that you did not fight to the current position just to listen to a sentence and do your best, you just want to win...then you can only win when you get better, brother. "

Tan Wang looked at them all with sad faces, "He is not a vegetable, you can't wake him up by talking like this, the glands have recovered, the blood clots in the brain have been absorbed, and he will naturally wake up."

Zhou Jian was really exhausted, "Just this week, Ye Wei picked three more people... Now everyone doesn't care about winning or losing, and they are all waiting for Qingqing to fight."

If he loses, the ancestral graves that will be ridiculed are gone.

Tan Hua dismissed his thoughts, "Even if I really wake up that day, it's impossible to go up to dance."

"Let's not talk about his physical problems. Even if he is not an ordinary person and he can overcome his physical limit, then he hasn't had any training for half a year. Can he play? Can he beat Ye Wei?"

The tone of the talk is very calm, and it is reasonable, "So you guys are more bearish, just prepare for tomorrow's public relations, do a good job of mental construction, think about how you will be scolded, and familiarize yourself with it, and tomorrow will not be so uncomfortable."

"A sane monster, you are a sane monster! Brother Tan, don't brainwash us anymore!" Zhou Jian covered her ears and shook her head frantically.

"I know, we can't lose to Ye Wei! You just need to record a video to mock him!"

He just wanted to bet on a miracle!

That night, Qi Chuxing had to have three 10-minute treatments.

Having known each other for so long, Tan Huang has never seen him so stubborn.

"Just one day, just one day today!" Qi Chuxing insisted, "I am in very good health now, and I can definitely hold on."

He looked at Tan Wang, pleadingly, "Tan Wang, please give me an injection."

He has been watching his brother dance, and the name Fantou is not a fake, but a real competition.

He didn't dare to think about what he would be scolded for if he didn't show up tomorrow.

It was a compromise, and three 10-minute sessions were performed.

The next day, the game came as scheduled, but there was no miracle.

Qi Yanqing didn't get better.

Ye Wei was waiting for Qi Yanqing on the stage, his eyes were mocking and contemptuous, and he pointed his middle finger to the camera.

Ye Wei also didn't dance, and said to more than a dozen cameras on the stage: "Qingshen, you have disappointed me so much, are you so afraid of me? Baby."

There was a lot of scolding on the Internet, and Lu Yichao's prepared public relations plan was thrown out one by one.

But the effect was minimal, Qi Yanqing became the only dancer who did not challenge during this period of time.

【Qi Yanqing counsels】

【Qingshen is so disappointing】

【Qi Yanqing, get out! 】

"Is Qi Yanqing dead! Is he dead! Is he dead! If you're not dead, die!"

"It's not such a shameful time, why didn't you fight!"

"Qingshen, why didn't you show up? I've been waiting for you at the scene."

"I've never seen such an irresponsible person. Don't say that it's his freedom. He is the vice president of the Dance Association and the strongest dancer of all dances in the Dance Association. Understand?!"

"Let me introduce to you again, Ye Wei, M nationality, dancers who have mocked our country are not allowed!"

Zhou Jian didn't dare to read these comments anymore, her eyes were red with anger.

Qi Yanqing's accident was well concealed, even if there were occasional disturbances, he would be directly crushed to death by Lu Yichao.

No one knows the real situation of Qi Yanqing now.

Zhou Jian also thought that it would be better to say it directly, he really couldn't stand Qingqing being scolded like this!

But was rejected by Lu Yichao, he said: "Qi Yanqing absolutely doesn't want to be seen like this."

The atmosphere in Grandpa Qi's house was extremely low, only Tan Wang was making tea and pouring it for a few people, "Don't get emotional, everything is settled?"

Lu Yichao was still swiping his phone, and kept talking to Ji Langyue, "Lock my ID in a rhythmic manner, and I'll ask the PR to send a lawyer's letter, the lawyer is already ready!"

Ji Langyue is currently running the official blog of Lu Yichao's company, and has been dealing with problems.

"I'm really... mad at me!" Zhou Jian was about to cry, and the tears kept spinning, "Ye Wei must be cut!"

Qi Chuxing sat quietly and swiped his phone, raised his hand to wipe his face from time to time, and kept cutting the trumpet to hate people.

The whole family was shrouded in a depressive atmosphere, Zhou Jian and Qi Chuxing were crying.

Don't try to persuade them any more, just let them vent.

After this day, the glandular treatment time returned to 10 minutes.

Qi Yanqing's reaction was much weaker, and he rubbed against Hua Diao while he was half asleep and half awake.

Lu Yichao said: "He didn't talk much after waking up these few days, and just sat still. Is this really getting better?"

Tan Huang replied: "Maybe his mind is too confused, he needs time."

Lu Yichao held Qi Yanqing's wrist, what they need most now is time.

Ye Wei's invitation to the game has expired, and the overwhelming scolding on the Internet can no longer be stopped, they have a lot of time.

In the past few days, even Qi Yanqing's super talk has fallen.

No matter how ugly the words are, Lu Yichao asked Ji Langyue to deal with them, not letting anyone who swears and humiliates them go.

He is not short of money or energy now, so he has to kill these rotten trolls.

During the short and clean chat, Lu Yichao sent a message.

【lyzyygmm】: Qi Yanqing, it's snowing.

Lu Yizhao looked out the window, it was the first snow this year.

He turned to look at Qi Yanqing, "Aren't you sleepy? Don't sleep every night."

Qi Yanqing frowned, his eyes half-closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

"It's snowing outside, do you want to go out?" Lu Yichao hugged him sideways, "Let's watch the first snow this year together."

"En." Qi Yanqing nodded.

Lu Yichao dressed him up, a long white down jacket, a khaki scarf, and a checked woolen fisherman hat.

Lu Yichao kissed him on the cheek, "It's so pretty."

The two walked out of the yard, the road was not very dark, and the snow on the ground was shining white.

They walked slowly hand in hand, large flakes of snow fell slowly, and the rustling sound was evident at night.

There was a creaking sound of stepping on the snow, and there were two neat rows of footprints where the two walked.

"Is it cold?" Lu Yichao was wearing a long black down jacket, holding Qi Yanqing's hand and stuffing it into his pocket.

Qi Yanqing shook his head, looking at the deep path ahead, he felt a headache.

"Qingqing, it will be our fourth wedding anniversary soon." Lu Yichao pulled Qi Yanqing closer, and the two of them rubbed their bodies against their clothes.

Lu Yichao stretched out his arms to hug him, and said slowly amidst the rustling snow, "It was also snowing that much that year. I was squatting on the side of the road, and you found me and asked me to marry you."

"At that time, I looked like I was picked up by you." Lu Yichao smiled as he said, "You picked me up, so I thought you actually liked me."

He lowered his head to find Qi Yanqing's lips, kissed slowly, kissed away the cold snowflakes on the tip of his nose, kissed his cheeks and thin eyelids, and finally kissed his lips again.

Gradually, the kiss became a little eager and a little crazy, he hugged Qi Yanqing hard and wanted to rub it into his arms, his voice was vague: "Qi Yanqing, why don't you let go of the things you picked up..."

Snapped--

Lu Yichao's head suddenly turned to one side, the lust in his black eyes had not faded away, his expression changed from bewildered to astonished, his pupils trembled after meeting Qi Yanqing's gaze, a layer of water vapor immediately appeared in his eyes, his lips parted slightly, and he could not make a sound.

He immediately grabbed Qi Yanqing's hand tightly, but his arm was shaking uncontrollably. Qi Yanqing was clearly motionless, but he could hardly hold the wrist.

A suppressed choking sound came, Lu Yichao lowered his head and bent his back. A few seconds later, he hugged Qi Yanqing violently, holding him in his arms, not daring to let go.

All the voices were blocked in his throat, and he couldn't speak a single word. Emotions rushed in, making his internal organs sore and uneasy, and the sobbing sound was amplified countless times in the quiet snowy day.

Qi Yan's clear eyes reflected the moonlight, he was arrogant and indifferent, forced to lean into Lu Yichao's arms, and slowly said: "Boss Lu, it's inappropriate to hold me like this."?