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"Really, I have acute phobia." Qi Weiyi lifted the quilt and got out, staring at Cong Min with a pair of obsidian pupils, and said intently and affectionately, "I can't get an injection."

If you want to change to another woman, maybe because of Qi Weiyi's eyes and tone of voice, he will lose his principle, and he will agree to everything.

But after all, Congmin is the second-ranked old witch in Qi Weiyi's grievance book. She didn't respond to Qi Weiyi's offensive, and said mercilessly, "No. Even if you don't have work tomorrow, you still have to get an injection."

"Cut." Qi Weiyi curled his lips, knowing that he would not be cute.

"You still have the nerve to lose your temper? It's easy to catch a cold when the seasons change between autumn and winter, but you actually ate five servings of ice cream at the airport, and you don't know how to add clothes when you return to City X!" Cong Min got angry when he said this.

When she heard the news that Qi Weiyi had a fever, she hurried to the apartment to ask someone to take care of her delicate cub.

After hearing the reason for his illness, Congmin lost even the last trace of sympathy.

Should.

Deserve it.

Retribution!

"Isn't it just a fever?" Qi Weiyi's face was a little red from the heat, he slowly got back under the quilt, curled himself up into a big shrimp, and said indifferently, "It will be fine soon."

"The premise is that you are going to see a doctor! Get up quickly..." Congmin made his evasive attitude explode, and finally couldn't help but want to lift the quilt of the popular idol.

Before he could do anything, the sound of the doorbell came from outside.Congmin stopped, hurried out and opened the padlock.

Standing outside the door was an old man of seventy years of age, dressed in linen clothes, with thick hair, only his temples were dyed white, he looked more energetic than the one lying inside.

In his hand was a bamboo basket covered with a wet towel, through which he could see the fresh vegetables and fruits inside.

"You are..." Congmin had never seen an old man before, and seeing his simple and down-to-earth attire, he looked like a vegetable seller.

The old man was also stunned when he saw her, and took half a step back to look at the house number, "This is A Yi's house, right?"

"You mean, Qi Weiyi?" Few people called the last word of Zai Zai's name, and Cong Min was stunned for a moment before realizing who 'A Yi' was, "He's here."

"It seems that I found the right one." After finishing speaking, the old man shouted towards the next door, "Lingling, over here."

"Here we come." An old lady covered in famous brands and jewels came over.

She is well maintained, and her actual age should be about the same as the old man's, she looks only in her fifties.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Congmin probably guessed the identities of the two, stepped aside, and confirmed with them first.

The old man carrying a bamboo basket walked into the apartment and said to him with a smile, "I am A Yi's grandfather. I heard Xiaohan said that he was ill. Come with Lingling to have a look."

Qi Weiyi's grandfather, the founder of Anyuan Group, Qi Yuanan.

Congmin looked at the old man again, and felt that the linen clothes he was wearing were all from famous designers, and his net worth had multiplied many times.

"You are Xiaoyi's...what's your name...the manager?" Qi Yuan'an's wife, Pan Lingling, came in after her, took out a delicately packaged rectangular jewelry box from her handbag and handed it to Congmin, "I came in a hurry and didn't bring any presents. Thank you for taking care of my grandson."

"Where, I'm just doing my job well, so I don't have the nerve to accept your gift." Congmin quickly declined, "Also, I'm a manager."

"It's not something valuable, you take it." Pan Lingling forced the jewelry box to Congmin, put down the bag and took the bamboo basket from Qi Yuanan, and found the kitchen with ease, "My little grandson rarely gets sick, but whenever he gets sick It must be earth-shattering. You may not be able to take care of it for the first time."

"Indeed." Congmin followed into the kitchen, thinking to himself: Labor Anyuan's former chairman and his wife drove in person, Qi Weiyi's illness is so troublesome.

Qi Yuanan, who stayed in the living room, looked around, and raised his voice to ask, "Ah Yi, grandpa is here to see you, which room are you in?"

"Huh?" Qi Weiyi reluctantly responded when he heard the long-lost voice, "Here."

Qi Yuan'an followed the sound and pushed open the door, and saw Qi Weiyi lying on the bed in a ball, with a thermometer, a medicine box, and a glass of warm water beside him.

"I heard that you have a fever, haven't you taken your medicine?" Qi Yuanan took a look at the antipyretics in the medicine box, shook his head and said, "Oh, you don't take these. I bought the kind of medicine you often take, and got up Would you like some drink?"

"Grandpa," Qi Weiyi showed his head, and looked at Qi Yuan'an unbearably, "How many times have I said, I'm already eighteen, don't always talk to me in a coaxing tone."

"Ah?" Qi Yuanan took out the children's fever-reducing syrup from his pocket, and when he heard Qi Weiyi's words, he stopped and glanced at him, and said thoughtfully, "Oh, Ah Yi has indeed grown up."

"That's right!" Qi Weiyi, who was already an adult, protested when he saw the familiar transparent medicine bottle.

"This one is strawberry-flavored and very sweet. You didn't take any medicine before, but you liked this kind of drink." Qi Yuanan untied the bottle cap, poured out the syrup in his own way, mixed it into water of a suitable temperature, and held it in his hands. Qi Weiyi stepped forward, "Drink it obediently, you are an obedient baby."

Qi Weiyi: ...

Who wants to be a good baby!

Strawberry syrup is indeed easier to accept than ordinary antipyretics. Considering that if he does not reduce his fever tomorrow, he may really be sent for an injection, so Qi Weiyi endured the humiliation and finished the glass of water mixed with syrup.

Qi Yuanan was very satisfied with this, moved a stool and sat next to him, and leisurely said to Qi Weiyi, "Your grandma is baking pancakes for you, the kind you liked most when you were young."

"That was ten years ago!" Qi Weiyi reminded.

"You also like to eat it later, and you can eat a few more pancakes every time you bake them." Qi Yuan'an didn't want to expose him, and continued, "You are an awkward kid, you don't want to say what you like, and you act like you don't care about anything. Satisfied. I am your grandfather, how can I not know you."

"Tsk." Qi Weiyi turned over and turned the back of his head towards him, protesting his verbosity with actions.

Qi Yuan'an reached out and rubbed his fluffy and soft hair twice, as if the child was still young.

The hair was rubbed several times, and Qi Weiyi hugged the doll in his arms tightly.The antipyretics he took seemed to be working, making him drowsy.

Qi Weiyi opened his eyes again, 10 minutes passed.He wasn't sure if he had fallen asleep. Because of the antipyretics, he was sweating a lot, and his clothes were sticking to his body, making him uncomfortable.

Qi Yuan'an sat next to him and flipped through the magazines taken by Qi Weiyi. The old man was slow to accept this kind of trendy and avant-garde stuff, but because the above was his precious grandson, he read it very attentively.

Qi Weiyi lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed, took clean clothes from the closet and prepared to go into the bathroom.Congmin rushed to see the situation, seeing Qi Weiyi like this, immediately felt a headache again.

"Go back to bed and lie down, you still have a fever, why take a bath!" I'm afraid that the illness is not serious, and I insist on continuing to work, I really don't know what to do with him!

"But I'm sweating." Qi Weiyi pushed open the sliding door of the bathroom and turned to tell her.

"Just pass it, your body is important!" Cong Min rubbed the center of his brows fiercely, and turned his gaze to Qi Yuan'an, hoping that the old man could restrain that ancestor.

"Just let him go." Qi Yuan'an put down the magazine, and turned to persuade Congmin instead, "When he is sick, he has to go along with it, otherwise the child loses his temper and it will be even more difficult to recover from the illness."

His grandpa had already spoken, and Congmin had no choice but to be happy with Qi Weiyi.

She finally realized that the rumored cold-blooded and ruthless business tycoon Qi Yuan'an was a paper tiger at all, and he had no temper in front of Qi Weiyi.

Qi Weiyi can grow into his current appearance, and tell everyone the bloody truth: doting is not worthwhile.

Qi Weiyi came out after taking a shower and changed, just as Pan Lingling had just prepared a steaming meal.

Seeing that he was about to run to the dining table wet, Congmin held him down angrily, took out the hair dryer and blew on the boy, and finally dried his wet hair.

This kid's illness is not his retribution, but her punishment.Congmin, who was tired and paralyzed, thought, if this day makes trouble, he will definitely lose his life.

Pan Lingling prepared all Qi Weiyi's favorite foods. She wrapped the pancakes and handed them over, and pushed over the appetizing pickles made by herself, and served them with light red bean and millet porridge.

Qi Yuanan sat next to Qi Weiyi, rolled a cake for himself, and ate it with relish.

Pan Lingling served porridge for her husband, noticed Congmin who was collapsed next to him, and greeted, "Xiao Min, come over and have some, too, you have helped me a lot."

"Where is it, I didn't do anything." Congmin didn't dare to take credit, so she quickly sat down, looked at the porridge and side dishes on the table, and asked after holding back, "Did Weiwei like to eat these before?"

In her influence, people like Qi Weiyi must go through 180 cooking procedures before eating abalone and sea cucumber.

No matter how you look at the ordinary food on the table, you will be disgusted by Zai Zai.

"That's right. Xiao Yi used to live with me, and he liked to eat baked pancakes." Pan Lingling rolled another pancake and handed it to her little grandson. She smiled and said to Congmin, who had a poor outlook, "He's actually quite easy to raise."

"Oh, is that so?" Cong Min replied dumbly, completely unable to connect Qi Weiyi with 'Good Yang'.

Qi Weiyi didn't comment on the food, but judging from the amount of food, he must like it.After eating, Qi Yuan'an mixed some strawberry-flavored fever-reducing syrup for him.

Pan Lingling took the thermometer to take the temperature of her little grandson, and it has already receded a lot.Young people have good resistance, and they can recover after a fever and sleep.

"Have a good rest. I'll leave with your grandfather first." Pan Lingling helped her little grandson tuck up the quilt, and told her kindly, "I heard from Hanhan that you've been busy with work recently. If you want to see that we can't find time, you can Let Hanhan take the lead, and your grandfather and I will come to see you."

"En." Qi Weiyi covered his head and answered vaguely.

"What do you expect from him? This kid is awkward, so he won't tell you anything." Qi Yuan'an knew him quite well, so he suggested, "Why don't we contact Xiao Min, and come over when A Yi is at home."

The two of them were counting on Qi Weiyi to contact them before, but during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the child was so calm that he didn't even say a word.

The old man tends to miss his grandson at home, Qi Yuan'an couldn't bear it first, so he came over while he was sick.

"Alright." Pan Lingling nodded in agreement, "It won't save Wei Wei from talking about us every day."

"Who said it?" Qi Weiyi muttered.

"Huh? But Xiaohan said it, it's written in your notebook." Pan Lingling found the photo sent by Qi Han from her handbag, and the photo was a page of the revenge book.

'In September, Mr. Qi and Ms. Pan still forgot about me and held grudges. '