Three Batches of Dog Blood Stories

Song Cheng fell ill. He just caught a cold at first, but it got worse and worse. When he got up this morning, he almost couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Lily." Song Cheng called Lily who was sleeping next to him, but Lily was in a deep sleep and couldn't wake him up.

Song Cheng had no choice but to touch his phone and call the family doctor. The doctor came two hours later. Lily thought they were noisy, so she rolled up her nightgown and went to the guest room to catch up on sleep.

The family doctor and Song Chengshu were able to joke: "Congratulations, this time I found a beauty who is a natural match for you - heartless."

Song Cheng didn't have the strength to talk to him, so he wanted to stick the needle into the cup.

"Hey, don't sleep." The doctor lifted Song Cheng's quilt, "You have to look at the medicine, and you have to change this bottle when you run out."

Song Cheng turned his face away: "Can't you see?"

The doctor said, "I'm busy, and the first bottle will take two hours."

Song Cheng hummed in pain.

The doctor said, "How about I help you wake up your beauty?"

Lily can't even take care of herself, Song Cheng dares to expect her to serve him: "Forget it, I'll call someone else."

Song Cheng unconsciously called Zhao Qin, Zhao Tan hung up, and then hung up again and again, until the third call, Song Cheng remembered that Zhao Qin didn't care about him anymore.

Song Cheng hesitated for a while, and when he thought he was about to be hung up again, the call got through.

They called him over there: "Chengcheng?"

"……elder brother?"

Song Cheng was dumbfounded.Why is his brother answering the phone.

Song Qi Minrui: "Why is your voice hoarse?"

People are very fragile when they are sick. When Song Cheng heard that his brother cared about him, he immediately responded with aggrieved strength: "Brother, I have a cold and feel very uncomfortable."

Song Qi was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Song Cheng sniffed: "Lily doesn't care about me, the doctor will leave too."

The doctor looked at the miserable Song Cheng and shook his head.

Anyway, he is his younger brother, so why not care?

Song Qi asked, "Where are you now?"

After Song Cheng reported the address sobbingly, he made an additional request: "Brother, can you bring some fans of XX's family along the way, please, I'm hungry."

The younger brother is so pitiful, Song Qi has no reason not to agree: "Okay."

The doctor couldn't see it: "Where is the XX house on the way? When your brother finishes buying fans, you're afraid that the whole bottle of air will be dripped out."

Song Cheng hummed: "The big deal is asking Zhao Qin to buy fans."

Song Qi refused this time: "Zhao Qin went to work in the morning."

Song Cheng was suddenly quiet, and his confused mind was entangled with the question of why Zhao Qin's brother answered the call.

The doctor thought he was broken again, coaxed him to give himself the phone, and said to the person on the phone: "Hello, I am the doctor hired by Mr. Song Cheng. Are you Mr. Song Cheng's brother? Please don't listen to me. As Song Cheng said, he won’t have the appetite to eat XX’s fans when he’s sick, so please come here as soon as possible to take care of him.”

When Song Qi came over, he did not bring any fans with him. After explaining a few words to Song Qi, the doctor left with his suitcase.

Song Qi felt very distressed when he saw his younger brother blowing his nose under the blanket.

Song Qi pulled a chair beside Song Cheng's bed and sat down, feeding Song Cheng the white porridge bought on the way.

"Don't brag, I won't eat it." Song Cheng felt his mouth bitter when he saw the white rice porridge.

Song Qi didn't care about him, he held the spoon to Song Cheng's lips and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Song Chengnu said, "It's not delicious."

"Yo, you're a picky eater when you grow up?"

Song Cheng said: "Only picky eaters, fans."

Song Qi smiled: "I'm so angry because of two stutters, how old is my brother this year?"

Song Cheng glanced at the fingers overlapping in front of his belly.

Song Qi put down the spoon and touched Song Cheng's forehead, his hands were wet with sweat.Song Qi was helpless: "I bought fans."

"Liar, how do you have time to buy it?" Song Cheng whispered, "If you don't ask Zhao Qin to buy it."

Zhao Tan?Song Qi understood the reason why his younger brother was having an awkward fight with him, but he deliberately didn't mention Zhao Qin: "How long does it take to order a takeaway?"

"You!" Song Cheng choked, but he had forgotten that his brother knew how to order takeaway.

Song Qi took another spoonful of porridge, breathed slowly, and handed it to Song Cheng: "So before the fans deliver it, take two mouthfuls of porridge to fill your stomach."

Song Cheng bit the spoon reluctantly.

Song Qi tugged, but didn't move the spoon, "Let go, Chengcheng, don't scratch your mouth."

Song Cheng spat out the spoon with a "hum", thinking: You are still afraid that I will scratch my mouth, and you don't want to see what kind of ghost you scratched my heart.

"Why are you still crying?" Song Qi stretched out his hand to touch Song Cheng's eye sockets, but Song Cheng was stubborn and rushed to wipe them clean before Song Qi.