I was spoiled after being forced to marry

The man patted him on the back and comforted him softly: "Did you have a nightmare? It's okay, dreams are all fake..."

Fan Xing didn't seem to hear anything, stood up and ran to the sink and began to wash his face with cold water.

He obviously forgot that he still had injuries on his face, and rubbed water on his face vigorously with both hands, as if to calm himself down.

He Qingmo pulled him in front of him, and his movements were too large, causing all the water in Fan Xing's hands to splash on him.

He didn't pay attention to it, and supported Fan Xing's shoulders with both hands, with eagerness and pity in his voice: "Fan Xing, look at me."

The child who lost his soul finally heard his voice, and slowly raised his head to look at him, his clear eyes were full of confusion, as if he didn't know him at all.

After a while, I gradually regained my senses, opened my mouth, and called softly: "Brother." The voice was still trembling.

He Qingmo gently hugged him, patted his back, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Maybe it was the man's voice that was too soothing, or maybe it was the familiar smell on the man that gave Fan Xing a sense of security. His tense body gradually relaxed, and he slowly stretched out his arms around the man's waist, his face tightened. buried on the man's chest.

The man held him like this, and waited until his mood stabilized before softly saying, "Sleep a little longer?"

Fan Xing's face was still buried in his chest, and his voice was muffled, "Yeah."

So the man hugged him to bed and lay down again, Fan Xing curled up in his arms like a cat, holding his clothes tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would run away if he let go.

He Qingmo bowed his head and kissed between his brows, and comforted him: "Sleep, I won't leave."

The kid looked up at him, his clear eyes fluttering, as if he was wondering if his words were true, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

He Qingmo didn't feel sleepy at all.

He woke up from Fan Xing's nightmare. He saw Fan Xing's helplessness, panic and fear. He tried to wake Fan Xing up, but it was useless. Fan Xing fell into the nightmare and couldn't get out.

He hugged him, trying to comfort him and calm him down, but the child was sweating more and more, and helplessly shouted "Grandma, I'm afraid" in dialect...

He Qingmo has always known that Fan Xing's life is not easy, even very difficult, but only now does he know that he still underestimated it after all.

He looked down at the little friend who had finally slept soundly, and he couldn't tell what it was like, not just distressed, but also an unreasonable annoyance.

He shook his head lightly, let go of this strange feeling, and continued to lie down with Fan Xing.

At noon, Fan Xing started to have a fever.

He Qingmo was awakened in a daze by the astonishing temperature in his arms, Fan Xing's face was already flushed red, and his breathing was extraordinarily heavy.

He Qingmo patted Fan Xing's cheek lightly, "Fan Xing, wake up."

Fan Xing opened his eyes in a daze, and met the man's concerned eyes, he was a little strange, opened his mouth to speak, only to find that his throat was sore and his voice was a little hoarse.

"You have a fever, lie down and don't move, I'll get the thermometer." He Qingmo asked him to lie down, went to find the medicine box by himself, and called Dr. Zhang by the way.

Fan Xing lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, his mind was dazed.

How can you be sick?He is rarely sick.

But the sound of his own heavy breathing next to his ear can't lie, and neither can the 38 degrees on the thermometer. He really has a fever.

He Qingmo twisted a wet towel and came over to help him wipe his face to cool down. The private doctor had already arrived. After confirming that there were no other complications except fever, he prescribed antipyretics for Fan Xing to take.

After taking the medicine, Fan Xing fell asleep quickly. This time he slept very deeply and peacefully because of the effect of the medicine. When he woke up, it was already dark.

There was only one bedside lamp turned on in the bedroom, and the brightness was turned to the lowest. The man was leaning on the bed and answering emails with his mobile phone, with one hand gently resting on his body, patting him from time to time, as if to coax the little one. Like a child sleeping.

Fan Xing didn't move, just looked at him like this, the man's side face was like a sculpture, and the scattered hair on his forehead made the sculpture look a bit gentle.

Fan Xing felt that this kind of He Qingmo was very optimistic, and couldn't help but move his body to lean against the man, successfully alarming the man.

The man turned his head to look at him, "Are you awake? How do you feel?" He had put down his phone while speaking, and reached out to test the temperature on Fan Xing's forehead. The fever was no longer obvious, but he was still worried and took the thermometer again Come over, "Measure again."

Fan Xing didn't speak, and obediently opened his mouth to cover the thermometer.

The fever has indeed subsided, only a little over 37 degrees.

"I still have a low-grade fever. Eat something and take some medicine." He Qingmo put away the thermometer and got up to go out. After a while, a bowl of millet porridge was served.

Fan Xing was indeed a little hungry, so when the man fed the cold porridge to his mouth, he subconsciously opened his mouth.

"How does it taste?" asked the man.

Fan Xing looked up at him, only feeling that the man's deep eyes seemed a little lacking in confidence.

Fan Xing was stunned before he understood, "Brother did it?"

The man nodded and asked persistently, "How is it?"

Fan Xing smiled lightly, his eyebrows and eyes curved, revealing the dimples at the corners of his mouth: "It's delicious, thank you brother."

The voice was soft, hoarse with sickness, and it sounded a little uncomfortable.

But he laughed.

He Qingmo finally let go of his heart, gently rubbed his hair, and teased him: "Send me with just a thank you?"

Fan Xing also knew how much He Qingmo took care of him this day. He was very grateful, and felt that a thank you was not enough, so he obediently asked, "Then brother wants... woo..."

Before he finished speaking, the man directly fed a spoonful of millet porridge to cover his mouth, "Okay, the patient should look like a patient, and eat obediently."

So Fan Xing stopped talking, and obediently waited for the man to feed him.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, He Qingmo put the bowl aside, brought over the water with antipyretic medicine, watched the child eat it, and put him on the bed, "Sleep for a while."

Then he took out the bowl by himself, and he came back after a while, went to bed and sat down, picked up his mobile phone, and probably had to deal with work again.

Although He Qingmo is sometimes childish and willful, he is still very serious about his work. He often stays busy at home and in the study until late, but he hardly brings things back to the bedroom.

At this time, it must be to take care of his sick number.

Fan Xing was lying on his side, looking at the man with his head resting on his arm, what Lu Chi said last night suddenly came to his mind, and he couldn't help asking softly: "Has my brother taken care of Senior Brother Lu Chi in this way? "

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Copywriting of the pre-received article "I Became the Villainous CEO After Dressing as a Cheap Shou":

The [-]th-line writer Shen Yan transmigrated into an old dog-blood novel.

In order to get rid of Slag Gong, he disguised himself as a woman and escaped, and got into the car of a strange man in desperation.

Afterwards, I found out that the other party was Su Yunzhe, the villain in the original book. He has a cold and paranoid personality, and his methods are cold-blooded and cruel. He is an out-and-out dangerous person.

After Mr. Su helped him, he said: You look very in line with my aesthetics, I want to keep you, and I will make a price.

Shen Yan, who is penniless and has no skills, weighed it over and over again and said: It is impossible to be nurtured.Since Boss Su likes my face, why not give me a job, I promise to let Boss Su see my face every day.

So Boss Su added a special assistant——Shen Yan.

A special assistant is an assistant who is very idle. It takes only one day to read the codes and codes during working hours, and the salary is very good.

Shen Yan is very satisfied with this job, and plans to hang around for a long time.

As a result, Mr. Su said one day: You are very in line with my aesthetics. If you marry me, all my property will be yours in the future.

Shen Yan was frightened and ran away without saying a word.

Just kidding, who doesn't know that Su Yunzhe is a straight steel man, and he hates homosexuals the most.

What if I let him know that I was cheated by a tycoon who pretends to be a woman?

Half a month later, Shen Yan was caught by President Su at the backstage of his new book signing.

The next step is to take it home and close the little black house...

The next day, Shen Yan, who was run over by a car, lay on the bed and gritted his teeth: Didn't we agree that he was the straight man of steel?It turned out that he cheated on me!