I cry so hard!

A gust of wind blows in the morning, and the scent of osmanthus breaks into the room through the gaps in the windows with the wind. It smells clean and pleasant.The curtains were not drawn last night, and there was only a layer of tulle in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was already bright, and the light penetrated through the layer of gauze and covered the bedroom.

Mo Chutian was woken up by the heat. As he regained consciousness, he still had a splitting headache. He frowned and wanted to move his body away from the heat source. Although the heat source was soft, it was too hot.

Soft?Mo Chutian suddenly opened his eyes wide, and Ji Ling was fully awake. He was so frightened that he half-supported his body, and then looked around, it was Mo Ruanmiao.

Mo Chutian heaved a sigh of relief, and then frowned heavily. He hadn't remembered how he and Mo Ruanmiao got together, and it was actually in such an intimate position.

At this moment, Mo Ruanmiao was nestled in Mo Chutian's arms, and his hands were still vainly pulling on Mo Chutian's clothes, the posture of the two of them was so strange.

Mo Chutian let go of Mo Ruanmiao and made people lie flat on the bed. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and cursed inwardly, thinking that wine is really not a good thing. He remembered most of the things last night and felt a little ashamed.

It's just that the memory of last night broke Mo Chutian's cognition of Mo Ruanmiao again. He was sleeping deeply at the moment, and Mo Chutian had no other plans for the time being, so he just leaned on the bedside and looked at Mo Ruanmiao. .

Mo Chutian recalled the information he knew, and only felt that Mo Ruanmiao could bear and pretend, but yesterday it was indeed Mo Ruanmiao who took care of him, even if it was really superficial, it was too much. Alright.

Looking at it, Mo Chutian felt that something was wrong, the other party's complexion seemed a bit unwell, his lips were pale, but his cheeks were flushed.After thinking about it, Mo Chutian stretched out his hand to Mo Ruanmiao's forehead, it was really hot, and he remembered the abnormal body temperature of the other person before, it seemed that he had a fever.

Trouble... Mo Chutian turned his eyes away, then quietly got off the bed, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and left the bedroom. After leaving the bedroom, he called Song Jian and asked him to postpone the morning meeting until the afternoon go.

As far as the matter is concerned, Mo Ruanmiao's fever is probably due to his own nonsense, and Mo Chutian feels that it is his responsibility to take care of him.

Then Mo Chutian called Aunt Chen again. He didn't get sick very often, so he didn't even know where the medicine cabinet was at home.

"Chutian, what's the matter?" Aunt Chen was a little surprised.

"Aunt Chen, where is the medicine box?" Mo Chutian came to the kitchen first, and cooked a small cup of porridge in it. The porridge was millet pumpkin porridge, boiled very thick, and steamed a few yolk buns. Presumably the cook left after finishing breakfast.

Aunt Chen said: "There is one in the bedside table in your room." She asked again: "Why are you looking for a medicine box all of a sudden? Are you sick?"

"Well, it's not me, it's Mo Ruanmiao." Mo Chutian walked upstairs.

Aunt Chen became anxious when she heard that, "Oh, I must have slept in the living room yesterday afternoon and got cold. I'm in the country now and I can't go back..."

"Okay, Auntie, don't worry," Mo Chutian comforted, "The doctor will come later."

After hearing this, Aunt Chen felt relieved, and asked Mo Chutian a few words before hanging up the phone.

Mo Chutian was a little guilty, and he didn't dare to tell Aunt Chen that Mo Ruanmiao's fever might be due to his nonsense last night. He didn't have time to change his wet clothes, and then took a shower of cold water.

After returning to the room, Mo Chutian found the medicine box, and took Mo Ruanmiao's temperature with a forehead thermometer. It was already almost 39 degrees, and the fever was a bit severe. Mo Chutian looked at the number on the top and finally realized it belatedly. Feel embarrassed.

"Mo Ruanmiao, Mo Ruanmiao." Mo Chutian pressed Mo Ruanmiao's shoulder and pushed him lightly. Mo Ruanmiao frowned, raised his eyelids and glanced at Mo Chutian, then closed them again, I thought it was burning uncomfortably.

The doctor came very quickly. When he came, Mo Chutian happened to be pressing Mo Ruanmiao to drink porridge. Mo Ruanmiao refused to drink while holding on to the quilt. A thin layer of water mist, he complained: "Mo Chutian, you bully people!"

"Do you want to drink?" Mo Chutian stretched out his hand to pull him out of the quilt. Before the doctor came, he told him to let Mo Ruanmiao drink something to cushion his stomach, and drink medicine directly to hurt his body.

Mo Ruanmiao is very uncomfortable now, he doesn't want to eat anything, he just wants to have a good sleep, his voice unconsciously softens, "I don't want to drink, I can't drink, I feel so uncomfortable, I want to sleep." My heart started to feel depressed again Yes, his voice was softer, making it impossible to refuse, "Let me sleep, okay?"

Mo Chutian felt that he had seen a ghost, the other party's eyes were so sticky and scary, and Mo Ruanmiao seemed to agree to anything with such a look, he was a little annoyed, then stretched out his hand to cover those eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay , You don’t need to drink it now, but you must drink it later when you take the medicine.”

Mo Ruanmiao nodded quickly, and the two small brushes brushed gently across Mo Chutian's palm, tickling, and Mo Chutian's face instantly became very exciting.

The cook was called by Mo Chutian early in the morning, and she led the doctor upstairs, and Mo Chutian made room for the doctor.Mo Ruanmiao had a severe fever, and finally the doctor gave him water and prescribed some medicine, which will be delivered later.

The injection was not very smooth, Mo Ruanmiao was thin, but his blood vessels were very thin, he seemed a little afraid of injections, his hands tended to shrink inward, and the doctor was not good at pressing, so he looked at Mo Chutian in embarrassment.

Mo Chutian comprehended, sat cross-legged on the bed, then half-embraced the man, held his wrist and stretched out. Mo Ruanmiao was startled by his series of movements, and the whole person came to his senses, and suddenly shrank. He didn't dare to move in his arms, and he didn't dare to make unnecessary movements when the needle was inserted.

The doctor quickly delivered the medicine. Mo Chutian asked the cook to prepare the medicine and then asked her to call the doctor to ask what he would give Mo Ruanmiao.

Mo Ruanmiao was suffering from a fever, but couldn't fall asleep. He squinted his head and looked at Mo Chutian. Hearing what he said, he suddenly felt that Mo Chutian wasn't that bad, and he was even a little bit good.

"Mo..." Mo Ruanmiao's voice was a little hoarse, and after saying a word, she didn't know what to call Mo Chutian.

Mo Chutian only saw his mouth open and close, but didn't hear what he said clearly, thinking that Mo Ruanmiao was feeling uncomfortable, he leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong?"

After a long time, Mo Ruanmiao glanced at Mo Chutian, blinked again, as if holding his breath, finally Mo Chutian heard him whisper, "Thank you brother."

After saying this, Mo Ruanmiao closed her eyes and shrank into the quilt again, as if unwilling to face Mo Chutian.

Mo Chutian wanted to say something at first, but he couldn't say anything when he saw such a thin and small person lying on the bed weakly. Forget it, just shout, it's not him who suffers.

In the afternoon, although Mo Ruanmiao was still burning, he was already much better. Mo Chutian didn't let him move. He had a meeting in the afternoon and had to go to the company. He told the cook, "Wait for him When he wakes up, let him eat something, and remember to drink the medicine."

"Okay." The cook replied.

Mo Chutian thought of Mo Ruanmiao's injection and felt that the other party might not drink the medicine honestly. He said, "Tell him, if he doesn't finish the medicine before I come back, he will feel better."

While drinking the medicine, the cook told Mo Ruanmiao exactly what she had said. Mo Ruanmiao curled her lips and did not refute, and then drank a bowl of Chinese medicine in one go. After drinking it, she felt like vomiting. It was really too bad to drink. .

The fever subsided a little, and Mo Ruanmiao sweated a lot. Now that he is more energetic, the sticky feeling on his body is particularly strong, so he left Mo Chutian's bedroom and returned to his own room.

After taking a shower, he took out the medicine bottle in the cabinet. He poured a glass of water to drink the medicine, but he remembered that he just drank the traditional Chinese medicine, and he didn't know if he could drink the medicine right away.

The two-hour meeting was shortened to one hour. Mo Chutian went back to the office to sign a few documents and then planned to leave. Song Jian was confused by his series of actions.

"Mr. Mo, is there something urgent for you?" Song Jian asked.

The pen in Mo Chutian's hand paused for a moment, his eyes became a little strange, "What kind of person do you think Mo Ruanmiao is?"

Song Jian didn't understand why Mo Chutian asked this question, but she still replied: "I only had contact with him once, I don't know very well." The following words were said as a friend, "But I feel that he It's not like that kind of a strong character."

"But the fact is that my dad gave him the shares," Mo Chutian chuckled, "I have several younger brothers and sisters outside, and he got them all by himself."

Then the two avoided the topic and talked about business.

After Mo Chutian returned home, he didn't see anyone in the bedroom, and the quilt was still messy, but the bed was no longer warm. He thought about it, and then walked to Mo Ruanmiao's room.

The door of Mo Ruanmiao's room was ajar, Mo Chutian pushed the door open and walked in, and then saw Mo Ruanmiao wearing a wide T-shirt and a pair of wide shorts, kneeling on the bed with his back to the door, looking at something .

"Mo Ruanmiao." Mo Chutian suddenly said.

"Ah?" Mo Ruanmiao was taken aback, her whole body trembled, and the things in her hands fell on the quilt. When he turned around and saw Mo Chutian, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Mo Chutian walked towards him, and it was only when he was standing by the bed that he could see clearly what was spread on the quilt. It turned out to be medicine. He only took a cursory glance and subconsciously thought that it was the medicine prescribed by the doctor.

"Did you drink the medicine?" Mo Chutian asked.

"Drink," Mo Ruanmiao hurriedly nodded, smiling happily, "I've finished drinking."

Mo Chutian felt that Mo Ruanmiao was like a fool who could be so happy after taking medicine when he was sick. He walked over and stretched out his hand to touch Mo Ruanmiao's forehead naturally, and said to himself: "It's not that hot anymore, wait a while Take your temperature."

Mo Ruanmiao had never been so close to anyone before, her face suddenly became extremely red, and the inch of skin Mo Chutian touched was astonishingly hot, as if being treated as a child, he felt very embarrassed.

Mo Chutian didn't notice his abnormality, and continued: "If you still don't feel well at night, then..."

"Miaomiao!" An eager and caring voice interrupted Mo Chutian's words, and then Aunt Chen appeared in front of the two of them, "Is it still burning?"

Aunt Chen's voice stopped in the next second, as if she had been choked. After a while, the smile on her face became relieved. She looked at Mo Chutian's hand on Mo Ruanmiao's forehead, He said with a smile: "Auntie is not here for the past two days, but the relationship between you two brothers has improved."

Mo Chutian silently put down his hand, wanting to say no, but obviously this is not convincing in the current situation.