Transmigrated until after the rebirth of the villain president [Entertainment]

The clerk pursed her lips and smiled, Ye Churan also thought it was funny, she lowered her head and suppressed the smile.

When he raised his head again, he saw Qin Chuan looking at him with a mournful face.

"What's the matter?" Ye Churan propped his face with one hand, holding back his smile, he held the water glass steady, and handed it to Qin Chuan, "Drink some more hot water."

Qin Chuan accused him: "You are laughing at me."

"I don't." Although Ye Churan was denying it, the smile in his eyes was almost overflowing, dimples flickered.

"I won't drink." Qin Chuan had a straight face, and just after he finished speaking, he coughed one after another.

"Look at you, don't be stubborn, drink the medicine first." Ye Churan took a pill of antipyretics, and the traffic jam in the city during the morning rush hour, the Didi driver came very slowly.

He was in a hurry, and there was nothing he could do.

Qin Chuan repeated stiffly: "I don't drink."

Ye Churan laughed angrily at him: "Try saying one more sentence, I'll beat you up."

Qin Chuan turned his face away, didn't look at him, covered his face and started coughing again.

Ye Churan: "..."

He is really desperate, how to coax this?

Qin Chuan was so angry that he coughed and babbled: "I'm sick and you laugh at me and threaten me. You don't treat me well at all."

You listen, you listen, a few minutes ago you were still saying "you are so kind to me", but now you have changed your words.

The typical turnaround is faster than turning the pages of a book, and you owe a severe beating.

"Brother, I was wrong, I repent, and I will never laugh at you again." Ye Churan rubbed his brows and compromised, he was really afraid that Qin Chuan would die of coughing in the next second.

Qin Chuan was generous: "I don't blame you."

What else do you want to blame?

Sooner or later, those who come out to play around will have to pay back, and I will let you know why the flowers are so popular in a few days.

Ye Churan gritted her teeth: "Stop talking, drink the medicine."

Qin Chuan took the medicine slowly, put it on his lips, took a sip of hot water, and cast his eyes on Ye Churan's face.

The midsummer sun slipped in through the glass door of the pharmacy, and the hot temperature dissipated, leaving only a bright halo.

Qin Chuan's eyes were as dark as ink, with tiny glimmers of light.

Ye Churan was in a delicate mood: "Look what I'm doing, I'm not medicine."

"The medicine is bitter, please give me a hug." Qin Chuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice was very soft, and his expression was serious, "If you hug me, it won't be bitter."

Fuck, foul.

Ye Churan was hit in the heart.

He opened his mouth, and suddenly thought that he couldn't agree so easily.

Forty degrees fever goes down slowly, according to Qin Chuan's personality, it's time to make progress in the future.

So he opened the pack of strawberry juice candies, picked and picked, and chose the roundest candy.

Ye Churan's tone was relaxed: "Brother Qin, if the medicine is bitter, eat candy."

Qin Chuan was not angry when he was rejected, he lowered his head calmly and bit Ye Churan's fingertips.

The distance between the two became very close in an instant, sticking together.

Ye Churan's heart began to heat up.

"Let you eat candy, you eat me... What are you doing. What are you doing with my fingers?" He withdrew his hand unexpectedly, hid it behind his back, and squeaked a few times.

Qin Chuan hooked the tip of his tongue, saccharified in his mouth, and his voice was soft, revealing a bit of tenderness.

"It's sweet like this."

Stop it.

Ye Churan felt that this development was a bit out of line.

He was about to say something when he heard a cough.

Qin Chuan's face was obviously a little embarrassed, and he wanted to hold his breath and not cough, but his body didn't listen to him, and the coughing sound became louder and louder, and his mind became dizzy again.

How can a high fever be so simple that it can be dealt with.

Ye Churan's face darkened, his eyes were burning, and he was so angry that he almost grabbed Qin Chuan's ears, complaining and worrying: "You don't want to drink the medicine."

Qin Chuan leaned on the back of the chair and rested for a while. After gaining some strength, he took a big mouthful of hot water and swallowed the antipyretic medicine neatly.

"It's all right, don't worry, I've been in good health." Qin Chuan looked at Ye Churan, rubbed his angry cheeks forcibly, and said in a muffled voice, "This medicine is really bitter."

Ye Churan put the fruit juice candy in Qin Chuan's hand: "Then you take the candy and eat one if it's bitter."

Qin Chuan put his hands behind his back and crossed his hands: "Help me hold it."

Ye Churan refused, this dog is really not used to.

Qin Chuan's voice was low, and he slightly opened his eyes to look sideways at him: "Hold it for me, it's sweet in your hands."

Ye Churan's face turned hot: "..."

Qin Chuan said intermittently: "You are the best to me."

The fever-reducing medicine started to take effect, and Qin Chuan was even more lethargic than before. After saying this, he lost his strength for a while and almost fainted again.

Ye Churan: "..."

God is so kind to me, Schrödinger's kindness.

The Didi driver made a phone call and waited for them at the intersection.

Ye Churan thanked the clerk again, and helped Qin Chuan into the car.

The road conditions on the street were bad, traffic jams and traffic lights, after a few bumps, Qin Chuan slumped against Ye Churan, frowning unconsciously, coughing non-stop, and exhaling loudly.

Ye Churan felt uncomfortable, and patted Qin Chuan on the back. The uncle driver heard it from the front and looked back through the rearview mirror.

The uncle driver asked kindly: "This disease looks serious. The hospital is a bit far away. Do you need me to drive faster?"

Ye Churan nodded quickly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, as soon as I can."

"Okay." The uncle driver grabbed the steering wheel and accelerated, "20-year-old driver, sit still."

The drivers in city A have a characteristic, that is recklessness.

The bus seems to be running at high speed, and the taxi is like a racing car.

Taking a sharp turn, Qin Chuan was almost thrown out.

Ye Churan hugged Qin Chuan with quick eyes and hands. Fortunately, he was strong, otherwise Qin Chuan's head would have hit the car door.

Seeing this, the uncle driver asked hesitantly, "Is he fainted? Otherwise, I'd better drive slowly."

"It's okay, just drive quickly." Ye Churan changed his posture and put Qin Chuan on his lap as a pillow, "I'll hold him, it doesn't matter now."

He bent his legs, leaned against the back of the front seat, and embraced Qin Chuan with both hands.

Seeing that they were sitting firmly, the uncle driver began to accelerate again. Ye Churan stepped on his feet firmly, bent down, lowered his head, and looked at Qin Chuan's face.

He rarely looked at each other in such detail.

The man closed his eyes, looking a little weak, with thin cold sweat on his face.

The sharp brow bone is also drooping at the moment, and after closing the eyes, only a narrow line can be seen, and the eyelashes are very long, fluttering a few times.

The thin lips are always hooked into a loose smile, but they don't reach the bottom, which adds a sense of distance. At this time, they are tightly pursed, but they are a little more childish, as soft as a small animal.

Ok……

It looks very friendly.

Ye Churan was shocked by his sudden weird thought, and he still wanted to laugh, so he shook his head and threw it out of his mind.

It popped up again and again.

Anyway, now that Qin Chuan is dizzy, let him take medicine disobediently, and make him love to toss.

Ye Churan found a lot of reasons, ready to move, he secretly stretched out his fingertips, and touched the corner of the curved lips.

Then it was released like an electric shock.

Maybe because there was still some vague consciousness, Qin Chuan moved his eyelids, smiled at Ye Churan, and made a few breathy sounds, as if to say: "I'm fine."

Fuck, when are you still saying it's okay, will you die if you don't try to be brave?

"When you become a fool, I will throw you away."

"Throw it in the hospital, and I won't care about you anymore."

"It's better to pay you enough hospital expenses before throwing it away, otherwise you will have to sleep on the street."

"I'm such a kind person."

Ye Churan muttered a few words, feeling guilty for no reason.

He casually patted Qin Chuan on the back to help him relax, and hummed an unknown song.

Didi drivers have a powerful skill, that is, they are chatty and chatty.

Otherwise, it would be boring to drive all day to receive orders without anyone talking on the road.

"What's wrong with him, he's burning so badly in summer." The driver uncle started chatting with Ye Churan, "Is it because the air conditioner is turned too low?"

"It should be." Ye Churan was awakened, feeling guilty.

He turned on the air conditioner very low yesterday, and he didn't feel it when he was sleeping on the bed.

But Qin Chuan curled up on the sofa the size of a lump, and the thin air conditioner didn't even cover his whole body. If he didn't have a fever, he would be an iron man.

Ye Churan was depressed, and her voice gradually became lower and lower: "It's my fault that I drove too low yesterday, and I didn't give him a quilt, and didn't let him sleep on the bed..."

Hearing this, the driver uncle shook his head and smiled: "You children, you start a family at a young age, and you don't know how to pay attention at all. No matter how hot the weather is, you can't let your temper go."

Ye Churan only heard the last two sentences, and accepted the lesson humbly: "I will remember this time."

The uncle driver glanced at the rearview mirror, and said, "Young people have the money to make troubles, so just know how to correct it."

Ye Churan frowned and sighed: "I hope he gets better soon."

Fever is easy to get rid of, Ye Churan poked the back of Qin Chuan's neck, and muttered in a low voice: "I was just kidding with you, I won't leave you if you become a fool with fever."

"At most, I will put you in the hospital temporarily, and a doctor must take care of you."

Qin Chuan's eyelashes trembled, his eyelids lifted slightly, and then closed again heavily.

When they arrived at the hospital, the uncle driver helped Ye Churan to help Qin Chuan get out of the car. Seeing his careful look, he smiled and teased: "The relationship is pretty good. Have a good night, why are you arguing?"

"..." Ye Churan's face turned red, and he opened his mouth in embarrassment, trying to explain, but he couldn't.

Fortunately, the uncle driver didn't plan to have a long talk with Ye Churan, he took another order, turned around and left the hospital.

Listening to what the driver said, Ye Churan always felt that she had become an ignorant brat.

But it's obviously Qin Chuanxiong, who doesn't take medicine to blind ink marks.

After entering the hospital and registering, Qin Chuan fell into Ye Churan's arms and said a few words in a daze.

Ye Churan was afraid that he would be struggling, so she told him in a soft voice: "Stop talking, sleep for a while and get an infusion."

Qin Chuan didn't have the strength to hold hands, his fingers hooked Ye Churan's fingertips, and touched them a few times with great effort.

Ye Churan understood what he meant, and whispered in Qin Chuan's ear and promised, "I won't leave, I will accompany you."

Only then did Qin Chuan loosen his fingers softly, and his upper body pressed against Ye Churan.

In the expert department, there were not too many people in line on Monday, and after more than ten minutes, it was their turn.

The doctor looked at it, frowned and asked, "When did you burn?"

Ye Churan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and said uncertainly: "I woke up at seven or eight o'clock in the morning and saw that he had a severe fever..."

When the doctor heard this, he didn't know what to say: "It's almost ten o'clock now, why don't you send it later?"

Ye Churan was a little dazed, and said in a low voice, "I'd be stupid to burn it later."

After the doctor finished writing the medical record, he glanced at him: "You are stupid for knowing that you are going to burn, can you give your body some refreshment?"

Ye Churan felt a little wronged, pinched Qin Chuan's wrist, dared not use force, and poked it lightly.

You see, why bother, the doctors are talking about you.

Ye Churan saw that Qin Chuan's lips moved to speak, and covered his face again: "Don't talk, close your eyes and rest, and have a good rest."

Qin Chuan then remained silent.