Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

"39 degrees two, we have to go to the hospital." Meng Yanzhang showed the thermometer to Duan Jiangqiu.

Duan Jiangqiu nestled softly under the quilt, his face was flushed abnormally, and the first thing he said was a male voice, "Don't look, don't go."

"If the fire continues, it will be stupid." Meng Yanzhang said that he was about to dress him and go to the hospital.

"I'm not going." Duan Jiangqiu withdrew his hand and rolled himself into a ball with the quilt.

Meng Yanzhang clenched his fists, controlled his urge to get angry, and told himself not to be angry, but to pay.

"Why don't you go?" Meng Yanzhang asked several times, but failed to pull Duan Jiangqiu out of the bed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and asked.

Duan Jiangqiu's muffled voice came from under the bed, "The hospital is not clean."

Meng Yanzhang: "..."

Come on, it turned out that the young master lost his temper.

Meng Yanzhang sighed, and walked out of the guest room quietly. This is another guest room. Duan Jiangqiu's room was still in a mess, and he didn't have time to tidy it up.

If it weren't for Duan Jiangqiu's sudden madness in the middle of the night last night, he would not have gone to the present situation in the rain to engage in performance art.

Hearing the slight sound of closing the door, Duan Jiangqiu emerged from the quilt, probably with a fever, his peach blossom eyes were moist and hot, the corners of his eyes were red, beautiful and pitiful but also very attractive.

Last night, Duan Jiangqiu didn't mean to get wet in the rain, he couldn't control himself.

The repressed emotions since rebirth met the rainy night, which reminded him of some unhappy things, mixed together, and made him lose his mind.

On a night of heavy rain, the windows were deliberately opened, the things in the room were scattered, and the biting wind and rain of that year, like a ghost, followed like a shadow.

He closed his eyelids, and what was also covered was the shadow under his eyes.

It is estimated that Meng Yanzhang doesn't want to pay attention to him as a lunatic.

Duan Jiangqiu bowed his body, buried his head in the bed, and thought a little weakly, maybe I shouldn't stay, since there is no need for things that can be achieved as long as you give money without having to come forward.

In the end, it was his own selfish desire to see Meng Yanzhang more, at least when Meng Yanzhang was still single, he used the high-sounding reason of helping him to stay by Meng Yanzhang's side.

A dry and warm hand reached into the bed, put it on his forehead, and brought him out of the bed.

Duan Jiangqiu's eyes were red, and the peach blossom eyes seemed to be soaked in water, so beautiful that it made one's breath stagnate.

Meng Yanzhang paused for a second, then continued to put the person flat, "Don't move."

Duan Jiangqiu saw Meng Yanzhang carrying a basin in a daze, and there was a chill on his forehead. He didn't know where Meng Yanzhang found the ice pack.

He wet the towel and wiped Duan Jiangqiu's cheeks and palms.

"Raise your hand." Meng Yanzhang's tone didn't fluctuate at all. Duan Jiangqiu was so dizzy that he could only do as he did. Meng Yanzhang wiped his face, hands and armpits for him, and quickly covered him with the quilt.

Suddenly Duan Jiangqiu felt a chill in his legs, and Meng Yanzhang lifted the quilt to take off his pants.

"What are you doing?" Duan Jiangqiu stared at Meng Yanzhang with wide eyes in disbelief.

Meng Yanzhang raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently, "My brother had a fever when he was a child. This is how my mother wiped his body to cool down the temperature. Wipe the thighs and limbs."

It turned out to be like this, Duan Jiangqiu said that Meng Yanzhang was always a man, how could he suddenly do something to him.

He looked at Meng Yanzhang with some disappointment. When Meng Yanzhang wiped his thighs, he couldn't help seeing Duan Jiangqiu's fair and slender legs. Portions are not small either. .

Meng Yanzhang, who was originally focused on brushing off Duan Jiangqiu, suddenly lost his mind.

Duan Jiangqiu wanted to sleep with him in his previous life, probably because he wanted to do it. What does he mean?

Also, only those who are sick can take care of others to do it themselves.

At this time, Meng Yanzhang didn't know that there was a kind of person in the world called "pure zero". After wiping Duan Jiangqiu's body, Meng Yanzhang's brown sugar ginger soup was ready, and he brought it upstairs for Duan Jiangqiu to drink.

"Can you hold yourself steady?" Meng Yanzhang asked.

Now that you've asked this question, you can and you can't.

Duan Jiangqiu used his male duck mulberry and said without shame: "I have no strength."

Meng Yanzhang didn't doubt it at all, and fed Duan Jiangqiu this bowl of brown sugar ginger soup that he wouldn't drink even if he was killed.

It's so bad that I can't wait to lose my sense of taste.

After drinking the brown sugar ginger soup, Meng Yanzhang tucked him in the quilt, "You can't kick the quilt, you'll be fine if you sweat."

"I'll make porridge for you."

Duan Jiangqiu nestled under the quilt, obediently nodded to him, "Yeah."

Seeing his obedient appearance, Meng Yanzhang's heart suddenly softened, and he raised his hand to stroke his head, "Go to sleep for a while."

When Meng Yanzhang left, Duan Jiangqiu turned over, took out his mobile phone, sent a message to Liang Wensi, asked Liang Wensi some things, and postponed the meeting.

Regarding this, Secretary Liang expressed that he hoped Mr. Duan would never be obsessed with masculinity and forget that there are still thousands of employees in the company waiting to be fed.

Mr. Duan: I hope you can go back and improve your Chinese.

Mi Liang: I hope Mr. Duan can work hard every day.

Mr. Duan: It's not without reason that you are betting on orphans.

Mi Liang: Single for Lyceum's rise.

Duan Jiangqiu coughed violently twice and turned off his cell phone. He was really going to be pissed off by his secretary. He shouldn't have chosen a secretary based on his face in the first place.

But thinking of Meng Yanzhang's gentleness today, the corners of his lips couldn't stop smiling, and suddenly he felt a little stupid, he really wanted to be sick every day.

……

Duan Jiangqiu's high fever recurred at night, Meng Yanzhang didn't listen to what he said no matter what, wrapped him in clothes, took the car keys behind his back and went downstairs.

A black Bugatti broke through the night, like a swift and fierce cheetah, and disappeared on the road in an instant.

In the middle of the night, the nurse in the hospital yawned wearily.

Suddenly a tall young man ran into the hospital hall carrying a man who was so tightly wrapped up that he couldn't even tell his gender.

"He had a high fever and fell into a coma." Meng Yanzhang said to the nurse with a serious expression.

"Put him on the bed in the emergency room." The nurse rang the bell, and another nurse quickly measured Duan Jiangqiu's blood pressure.

Meng Yanzhang looked at Duan Jiangqiu, whose face was as pale as paper, in his arms, and his heart twitched.

After a night of chaos, Duan Jiangqiu's high fever finally subsided.

His eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes. The scenery in front of him gradually focused, and Meng Yanzhang's haggard sleeping face came into view.

Meng Yanzhang was sitting on a chair, lying beside Duan Jiangqiu's bed, sleeping soundly with his head on his side.

Duan Jiangqiu's eyes fell on the two of them's tightly clasped hands, and his heart beat like a drum. He didn't know whether he was holding Meng Yanzhang's hand because he was in a coma, or whether Meng Yanzhang took the initiative to hold his hand.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

Regardless of whether Meng Yanzhang is straight or crooked, he will get this person.Meng Yanzhang is single, and he is also single, so why can't he pursue Meng Yanzhang, but hand him over to an unknown woman.

He was sure that there would be no one in this world who loved this person more than him, and no one would be more willing to treat this person better than him. Since he couldn't trust Meng Yanzhang to anyone, it would be safer to hold Meng Yanzhang in his own hands.

"Are you awake? Your brother took care of you all night last night, but he was very anxious." A nurse came in and saw Duan Jiangqiu awake, and talked to him enthusiastically.

I was busy last night, and when the patient's condition stabilized, the two nurses on duty suddenly noticed that the two sick people and the one who took people to the doctor were both so handsome.

The corner of Duan Jiangqiu's lips was smiling, and he was stunned to see the nurse's face warm up.

"He's not my brother."

"Then..." The nurse was about to ask if it wasn't brother, but last night that handsome guy was busy going in and out without touching the ground. Before she could say a word, she suddenly noticed the hands they were holding.

Immediately, his heart was like a mirror, and he thought that handsome guys really like handsome guys these days.

"Your boyfriend is so nice to you."

Duan Jiangqiu smiled without saying a word, the nurse took his temperature again, and Meng Yanzhang woke up slowly when he left.

"Do you still have a fever?" Meng Yanzhang subconsciously raised his hand to touch Duan Jiangqiu's forehead with sleepy eyes.

The sight gradually became clear, and Duan Jiangqiu's smiling face like a spring flower came into view, "It won't burn, thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Even though he was still sick, Duan Jiangqiu's face looked very fair. Meng Yanzhang's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell what this light and soft feeling was.

"That's good." He withdrew his hand, paused and said, "You're welcome."

In the morning air, there seems to be something wrapped in a trace of sweetness passing through the hall with the wind.