Sweetheart is a thorn in the side ABO

Lu Yichao slept very deeply this time, and was awakened by the sunlight in the morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt a headache that was about to burst.

He turned over to breathe hot, and his body broke out in cold sweat. The high fever didn't subside all night, but the fever intensified.

It was past ten o'clock in the morning, and he had slept for so long.

Lu Yichao coughed and got up, sitting on the edge of the bed and feeling dizzy, it didn't get any better after a few minutes.

I had no choice but to take a taxi to the hospital for an IV drip, which will reduce the fever faster.

Then he looked at the messages on his phone. He didn't notice it yesterday, but now he saw that the messages sent to Qi Yanqing were all unsuccessful, and he was blocked.

"Cough, cough..." Lu Yichao was wearing a mask, and with the back of his head against the wall, he held the phone hard, squeezing his fingertips until they turned pale.

What should be done to get Qi Yanqing back.

It's impossible for him to let go, he won't let Qi Yanqing go even if he dies, Qi Yanqing will come as soon as he says, and leave as soon as he says... Impossible!

Qi Yanqing still hated him, hated him when she saw him, hated him.

Lu Yichao's head was in pain, and his brows were furrowed together. The glands that had been uncomfortable for the past two days were much better now, the tormenting pain subsided, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

When the drip was about to finish, he was pushed by the person next to him, and someone said, "Young man, it's time to pull out the needle."

Lu Yichao woke up sleepily, with several layers of creases on his eyelids, he looked down and found that the back of his hand was bruised a lot, and now it was swollen into a big lump, and the needle had run out at some point.

It turned out to be true.

Lu Yichao lowered his deep black eyes, and he pressed hard on the swollen place.

Thinking of how many times he had been ill before, Qi Yanqing accompanied him to the hospital for an IV drip.

Every time he woke up, Qi Yanqing would hold his hand.

The two sat side by side on the bench, both wearing masks and hats, Qi Yanqing took his hand and put it on her lap, and played with the phone with the other hand.

"Qingshen, are you so clingy?" Lu Yichao hooked his fingers and scratched his palm.

Qi Yanqing was playing a game and didn't even look at him, "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back tonight, the kids next to me have left twice."

Lu Yichao's voice was very hoarse, and this time he was a little seriously ill. He leaned over and leaned against Qi Yanqing's shoulder weakly, "Am I moving again?"

"That's right, when Yingdi Lu is on an IV drip, he can't wait to practice a set of eighteen bronze figures."

Lu Yichao smiled lowly, coughing muffled in his mask, "Qingshen wants to hold my hand, so there's no need to find such an excuse."

Qi Yanqing turned to look at him, both of them only showed a pair of eyes, Qi Yanqing's eyes were especially beautiful, suddenly he laughed, leaned over and pressed his lips to his through the mask.

"If I want to kiss, I will kiss. How about holding hands and making excuses?"

Lu Yichao wanted to laugh, but was interrupted by a hasty cough.

At that time, the photos of the two in the hospital were posted on the Internet. CP fans shouted that it was Chinese New Year, saying that they had never seen such a doting wife.

Lu Yichao was stuck in the memories, even his brows and eyes seemed much gentler.

He looked at the large bruise on the back of his hand, it turned out that without Qi Yanqing holding hands, something would really go wrong.

The illness dragged on for a week, with repeated high fevers, colds, coughs, and gastroenteritis all followed.

Jia Yi came to the hospital to deliver documents and meals, "Boss Lu, are you feeling better?"

Lu Yichao: "Tomorrow's meeting does not need to be online, it will continue as usual after notification."

"Okay Mr. Lu." Jay said, "The company has recently signed a new artist. In terms of resources, we would like to..."

Lu Yichao sent WeChat while listening to work.

【Lu Yichao: How has he been these two days? 】

[Qi Chuxing: Don't ask yourself, let me pass the message every day. 】

【Qi Chuxing: Very good, the dance has already started. 】

Lu Yichao: "Tsk!"

Jia Yi was taken aback, "Boss Lu, is there a problem? I'll make a note."

Lu Yichao pursed his lips tightly: "It's okay, just keep talking."

"Okay, about the newly signed artist's personality, I want to create another one..."

"Jay, I remember you and Zhou Jian have a good relationship." Lu Yichao interrupted him.

"Yes, Mr. Lu." After all, when the two masters often fought coldly, the two assistants could only report to the regiment to keep warm.

Jai left after half an hour.

Lu Yichao logged into Jay's work WeChat account on the computer.

Lu Yichao pursed his pale lips, opened Zhou Jian's dialogue box and typed.

【Jay: Brother Zhou, what are you up to lately. 】

[Zhou Jian: Busy serving my ancestors. 】

[Zhou Jian: You haven't left your job yet, have you?Still working for Lu Yichao? 】

Lu Yichao paused his fingers, took a shallow breath, and the gastroenteritis began to hurt again...

[Zhou Jian: Don't worry about it, I'm just hilarious. 】

【Jay: Haha】

[Jay: I haven't seen Qingshen for a long time. I heard that he is going to compete with Ye Wei. How are you preparing now? 】

[Zhou Jian: Believe in your sanity, it's all right! 】

Lu Yichao gritted his teeth, unable to say a serious word.

[Zhou Jian: But there is something I need to discuss with you in advance. 】

[Zhou Jian: After a while, Qingshen will participate in a program. When he shows up, the media will definitely follow suit and talk about the divorce. 】

[Zhou Jian: This incident has a bad impact on both of them. Let's make preparations in advance. Don't be unhappy because of this, and make some countermeasures. 】

【Jay: Yes.What program?when?I prepare it in advance. 】

[Zhou Jian: "Dancer", the day after tomorrow Qingqing will go to participate in the preparations for the audition. It's the first time to show up in half a year. I don't know if something will happen. 】

Lu Yichao counted the time and got the work done.

[Jay: Alright Brother Zhou, please feel free to contact me in the future if you need anything. 】

[Zhou Jian: OK. 】

【Jia Yi: You and Mr. Lu have disagreements, but we don't. Just talk if you have something to do. I'll definitely try my best to help. 】

[Zhou Jian: Brother is too polite, just ask me if you have anything. 】

Lu Yichao closed the computer, frowning tightly, what happened to Qi Yanqing!What's wrong with your body?

I still have to participate in the show, what kind of show!

Lu Yichao took the phone, and it contained a message from Qi Chuxing.

[Qi Chuxing: [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]]

Click on Qi Yanqing's photo, the motion is a bit blurry, it was taken by Qi Chuxing on the second floor.

[Qi Chuxing: Brother Lu, are you not coming? 】

【Lu Yichao: I have a cold, and it will be passed on to you in the past. Let him eat well. 】

[Qi Chuxing: . 】

Qi Chuxing sat on the balcony on the second floor and looked down. His brother was doing stretching and still warming up.

It's quite cold now, I'm only wearing a loose sweater, my hair is tied behind my head, and the ends of my hair keep moving.

Long hair is so pretty.

Even though they have the same appearance, he looks much more childish.

Tan Zhuang also sat in the yard, watched with Zhou Jian, and occasionally teased the cat.

Noticing his gaze, Qi Yanqing glanced up and saw Chu Xing smiling and waving at him.

"The dance is so beautiful!"

Tan Wang looked at the time, "It's almost there, the amount of exercise in the morning has reached the standard."

Qi Yanqing nodded, her physical strength still couldn't keep up and she was easily tired, but it was better than the previous two days.

The better thing is that the blocker only hurts for one day, and the injection day is very uncomfortable, and everything is normal when I wake up after sleeping.

Surprisingly, there were none of the rejection reactions that Tan Wang was worried about.

Tan Huang pushed his glasses, and his words brought out white mist, "You still want to dance, but you still don't cherish your legs. Fortunately, Lu Yichao applied medicine to you every day, and you are recovering well."

Without that period of time, Yan Qing's current health might be even worse.

Qi Yanqing asked slowly, "When will the second shot of blocker be given?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Let's talk about it when you come back from the show. The first injection may be fine, but the second injection may not be fine."

Qi Yanqing groaned, "It's annoying to procrastinate and wait." He pressed the painful gland again, and now he is a little numb from the pain.

Tan Wang said: "What's bothering you, isn't Lu Yichao very obedient, he won't come if you don't let him come, and he won't hinder your eyes."

Qi Yanqing pursed his lips, his eyes were filled with emotion, "Do you have to talk about this?"

Tan Wang was also worried about Yan Qing's psychological problems, which were serious before, and he had originally agreed to come for treatment after participating in those competitions.

This is good, and the delay has caused other problems.

"Stop talking, let go of your hand." Tan Wang said.

Qi Yanqing followed his gaze, only to realize that his right hand was tightly clenched into a fist, with streaks of blood gushing from the skin in his palm, but he didn't feel any pain.

Tan Wang smiled gently, "Go back and drink something to warm your body."

Qi Yanqing looked down at the palm, and wiped off the blood casually, "Okay."

The program "Dancer" was recorded in Yuncheng.

Wen Bai waited until Qi Yanqing was at the entrance of the TV station, and hugged his arm tightly, "It's finally here, I'm afraid you'll regret it halfway."

Qi Yanqing raised his eyebrows with a smile, "I have already promised you, there is no reason to go back on my word."

"Your face is a little pale, are you in good health? Is it not too much to be part of the show?" Wen Bo walked in with him, talking about the process, "Today is the preparation, mainly to let everyone familiarize themselves with the process."

"We still have to confirm the dance together. After all, these are your majors. We directors and screenwriters are half-baked."

Qi Yanqing nodded and followed him.

Qi Yanqing was thinner than before, but he didn't look depressed, his figure was tall and slender, his bright eyes were still breathtaking, and his smile was pretty.

Walking along the way, it attracted the attention of many people.

"Are you calm? It's been a long time since I saw you compete!"

"Qingshen is actually going to participate in a new show, it must be a hit again."

"It's okay, he has a mediocre reputation now, and it's a risk for Wen Bai to choose him."

"I also think so. There are too many good dancers. It can only be said that no one is perfect. Qi Yanqing has strong professional ability, but his character is not good."

"There is still Yuan Huai on this show, are these two people afraid that the show they want to spray will be taken off the shelves?"

"Is it funny? With Qingshen on this show, there will be a stable group. It will definitely explode!"

Wen Bai and Qi Yanqing said: "Don't worry about it, they're just jealous that I'm going to do a good show again. The competition in the workplace is not aimed at you."

Qi Yanqing smiled, "Am I still afraid of being said?"

Wen Bo shook his head, "All right, all right! You have a big heart, I can't, I have a glass heart."

After the few of them entered the studio, a figure flashed behind them. Lu Yichao coughed a few times wearing a mask, and followed them keeping a distance.

He entered from the back of the studio, the auditorium was not lit, and there were a lot of staff scattered here and there, and he sat in the corner.

It's been a long time since I saw Qi Yanqing, his long hair was casually scattered behind his head, his complexion was still a bit dull, but it didn't affect his good looks, he was wearing a mint green sweater, white trousers and canvas shoes.

Lu Yichao looked back, and frowned... Tsk, showing his ankles again.

He leaned forward slightly, took a deep breath, and couldn't smell any pheromone. The studio was too big, and the smell would definitely not be able to pass through.

Lu Yi rolled his throat twice, really wanting to kiss him. ?