Rescue the Vicious Villain [Quick Transmigration]

After sleeping in the bathtub for most of the night, Bai Yi fell ill, first with a cough and then with a fever. No matter what plans he had for the next day, because of the sudden cold, Bai Yi could only lie on the bed and rest.

He was so burnt that he couldn't take care of himself well.

But I took my body temperature, and it didn't reach the point of high fever. It was just a low-grade fever. Generally speaking, I would be fine after taking the medicine and sleeping.

But this time the cold virus was so fierce that it seemed that he had vowed not to let Bai Yi recover easily, so at night, Bai Yi woke up from his drowsy sleep, and the cold was still not healed.

He was still dizzy, and although he didn't feel hungry, he knew he should eat something.

He hadn't eaten for a day, and he didn't drink much water.

When Bai Yi was lying on the bed in a dazed state, his head hurting, there was a knock on the door.

The knock on the door was not loud at first, but stopped after two knocks. Bai Yi thought it was his own illusion, closed his eyes and was not ready to open the door.

But soon, the knocking on the door became faster and louder.

Listening to this voice, one could hear the eagerness of the knocker.

Bai Yi sat up with difficulty, and wanted to ask who it was, but his throat seemed to be blocked by cotton. It seemed to be clear, but he couldn't make a sound, he could only shout a single syllable, so Bai Yi couldn't help it. He responded, but walked to the door unsteadily, looking out through the cat's eyes with bloodshot eyes.

It's Zhang Li.

Bai Yi opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Bai Yi couldn't hold on any longer, and it took all his remaining strength to open the door. His vision suddenly spun, he couldn't control his body, and fell headfirst.

Fortunately, Zhang Li had quick eyes and quick hands, and hugged Bai Yi's waist. Bai Yi didn't break his head, but threw his whole body into Zhang Li's arms.

Zhang Li hugged Bai Yi with one hand, closed the door behind him with the other hand, and then brought Boyi back to the room, let Boyi lie on the bed, and carefully covered Boyi with a quilt.

Bo Yi has never been so weak.

Sudden illness can defeat any strong man.

"Why don't you call me back?" Zhang Li hurriedly went to the kitchen to boil hot water, then called Zhou Wei and asked him to buy medicine and bring it over. He picked up the medicine box that Bai Yi opened and looked at it Well, this medicine was probably bought by Bai Yi and kept in case of emergencies.

But the medicine is not easy to buy. This medicine is for sore throat.

Bai Yi was lying on the bed, his head was still aching, but he didn't have the feeling of heaven and earth spinning just now, he closed his eyes and forced out a sentence from his throat: "I didn't hear it."

Zhang Li seemed to say something again, but Bai Yi only felt that Zhang Li was speaking far away, his voice was too vague, and he really couldn't tell what the other party was saying.

Zhang Li pulled back the quilt and took Bai Yi's temperature again, and it was still within the low-grade fever range.

But Bai Yi hadn't been sick for many years, and it was like throwing everything that didn't happen before to him suddenly.

Zhang Li moved the chair and put it beside the bed. He soaked the towel in cold water and folded it on Bai Yi's forehead. He also raised the temperature in the room and turned on the humidifier.

Because of the high temperature, Bai Yi felt hot, and was so hot that he was sweating all over his body under the quilt.

His expression became more and more painful, and he kept panting.

Zhang Li went to pull Boyi's hand, and Boyi's palm was full of sweat.

Zhang Li frowned, and called Zhou Wei again in a hurry. If it really didn't work, he would have to send Bai Yi to the hospital.

He fed Boyi some light salt water with a spoon, and said as if coaxing a child while feeding, "Just cover the sweat."

Bai Yi drank some water, but he didn't know if it had a real effect or a psychological effect. He seemed to have regained some strength and his mind was clearer, but his voice was still weak and difficult: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhang Li's voice was deep and serious: "I don't care about anything related to you."

Bai Yi wanted to smile at him, but unfortunately it was also difficult to draw the corners of his mouth.

He wanted to say that people like Zhang Li had learned to speak sweetly, but he felt that it was too ambiguous, so he simply shut up.

Fortunately, he was ill, so a moment's silence did not seem embarrassing.

Zhang Li sat by the bed, looked at Bai Yi's flushed face, and clenched his hands into fists.

He is now President Zhang, but he has nothing to do with Bai Yi's little cold. He can't share Bai Yi's pain, he can only watch him suffer from the serious illness in bed.

Zhang Li took Bai Yi's hand.

His palms were wide and calloused, and Bai Yi's hands looked white and slender against his backdrop.

Zhang Li held it tightly, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

If God can hear his heart and find his prayer.

Then he sincerely hopes to keep the pain away from Boyi, and let him bear all the pain that Boyi will bear now and in the future.

Zhou Wei came very quickly, his forehead was sweating when he arrived, Zhang Li asked him to sit in the living room, and went to mix the medicine for Bai Yi himself.

After drinking the granules and taking the pills, Bai Yi lay down for another quarter of an hour, and finally regained some energy.

He smiled sharply at Zhang: "Thank you."

Zhang Li caressed his forehead lightly, and his tone had never been so gentle: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you wake up."

Bai Yi closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

And Zhang Li stood by his side, looking at him without blinking.

Zhou Wei sat on the sofa in the living room, he looked into the room, from his perspective he could only see Zhang Li, even from a distance, Zhou Wei could clearly see Zhang Li's worry and his obsession that could not be ignored.

He swallowed, thinking that if there was a woman who could love him like Zhang Li loved Boyi, then he would give his life to her.

While worrying about Bai Yi, he also felt sad that Zhang Li's feelings were not responded to.

"Mr. Zhang, then I..." Zhou Wei didn't ask the whole question, Zhang Li knew what he meant.

Zhang Li didn't look back, his eyes were fixed, only Bai Yi was in his eyes, he held Bai Yi's hand, and said without looking back: "You will go, thank you for your hard work."

Zhou Wei quickly said: "It's not hard work, it's just a few steps."

Zhang Li nodded.

Zhou Wei took light steps, and closed the door lightly.

After closing the door, Zhou Weicai let out a sigh of relief.

He has seen many couples and many people in love, but only Zhang Li shocked him.

The loved one may not be touched from the beginning to the end, but the lover has to go through mountains and rivers, go through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties, and may not necessarily achieve a positive result.

Zhou Wei walked into the elevator, and when he got in, he was still thinking that if Zhang Li got what he wanted, he might become another person.

It was early in the morning when Bai Yi woke up. He was sweating hot and took medicine again. This time he woke up much better. Although he hadn't recovered to the way he was before he got sick, he was able to get out of bed and walk around.

Zhang Li was cooking porridge for him. He hadn't eaten anything all day, and he was startled to feel hungry when he smelled the fragrance of porridge.

He thought of the pot of porridge that Zhang Li cooked again, and was really worried, so he put on his slippers and went to the kitchen.

He stood in the living room and saw Zhang Li standing in front of the stove with a serious face through the glass door, stirring the pot with a spoon, and scooping it up with a small spoon to taste the raw and cooked.

Boyi leaned on the table, he wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be drawn together, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Probably because of illness, people become fragile and their hearts soften.

He couldn't remember when he was sick last time, but he remembered that he had been sick before, as long as it wasn't a serious illness, he was cured by himself.

Parents are in other cities, even if they are in a hurry, they can't put down what they are doing to take care of him.

He became independent early on.

But being independent doesn't mean you don't like being cared about.

Bo Yi suddenly felt that the glass door of the kitchen had become a canvas, and the Zhang Li inside and the misty pot had become the people and scenery in the painting, not artistic enough, but warm enough.

It was probably because his eyes were fixed on Zhang Li's body all the time, Zhang Li turned his head if he felt something, the eyes of the two met at one place through a door, and Bai Yi suddenly felt like something scratched his heart a feeling of.

A little itchy, a little numb.

But he recovered quickly.

Zhang Li opened the kitchen door, still holding a spoon in his hand: "It will be ready soon, and I will stir-fry another cucumber for you."

Bai Yi's eyebrows were gentle: "Do you know how to cook?"

Zhang Li said seriously: "It's written in the recipe, you can eat it if you don't fry it well."

This is probably the advantage of cucumber.

Bai Yi nodded, he was about to sit down, but Zhang Li came out in two steps and pulled the chair away.

Bai Yi was taken care of by him in every possible way, and Zhang Li didn't take credit for it, he did it very naturally.

Although it still looks clumsy.

The white porridge was slightly hot in the mouth, and it went down the throat, soothing Bai Yi's stomach. The fried cucumbers were cut into different thicknesses, some were cooked and some were raw, but after all, they were cucumbers. It may be Bai Yi's mouth.

It was obviously an extremely simple meal, but Bai Yi felt very satisfied.

He hadn't been taken care of like this for a long time, maybe when he was healthy he didn't think this kind of care was so unusual.

But as a patient, such care becomes precious.

"You don't want to eat a little?" Bai Yi asked Zhang Li who was sitting opposite him.

Zhang Li shook his head: "Not hungry."

Bai Yi smiled and said, "After taking care of me for so long, you're still not hungry?"

Zhang Li said seriously: "If you're not well, I don't feel hungry."

Bai Yi had a smile on his face, but he sighed in his heart.

If it was pretending sweet talk, he could go in one ear and out the other, but he knew Zhang Li was telling the truth, and because it was the truth, he could only pretend he didn't hear it.

Zhang Li went to change the bed sheet and quilt cover for Bai Yi.

He bent down and changed the bed sheet and quilt cover smoothly. Bai Yi sat on the chair and watched. He watched Zhang Li's bending posture and Zhang Li's careful movements. He couldn't look away for a while.

If this is not a mission world, if they meet in reality.

perhaps……

Bai Yi lowered his head and smiled helplessly.

How can there be so many possibilities in this world?

If there were, there wouldn't be so many regretful people in this world, and there wouldn't be so many regrettable things.

He is doomed to disappoint Zhang Li.

He was destined not to be able to meet Zhang Li's expectations.

Bai Yi drank the last mouthful of porridge.

The bowl was put back on the table with a crisp sound.

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