After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

Ning An still had a fever that night.

Feng Yun went to the company to do some work in the afternoon, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when he finished his work. He didn't go to drink, and went home directly.

The lights were on in the living room, but there was no sign of Ning An.

His door was open, and there was silence inside, without a sound.

Ning An is a person who rarely wastes time.

At this time on weekdays, he either works outside, or works or studies at home, and rarely disappears.

Feng Yun walked over suspiciously, leaned against the door frame and looked inside.

Ning An's room was as clean and tidy as usual, except for a small lump on the bed, and a bunch of black hair protruding from the quilt.

"Ning An?" He walked over and pushed him, a little confused: "Why did you go to bed so early today?"

There was a little sound from under the quilt, like a moan of pain.

Feng Yun stretched his hand in, and the tentacles were hot.

He lifted the quilt and saw Ning An curled up into a small ball uncomfortably.

The light hit his rosy cheeks, and he opened his eyes in a daze.

The cold taste in his bones was torn apart by the high fever, his slightly frowning brows, red face, and dry lips made him look weak and soft.

He frowned uncomfortably and snatched the quilt from his hands: "It's a bit cold."

"Do you have a fever?" Feng Yun went to get an ear thermometer, put a bite on each of his ears, and took the average value, 38 degrees nine.

He bent down to hug him, wanting to take him to the hospital, but Ning An took his hand and shook it gently, very pitiful.

He couldn't shake his head, and it hurt badly when he shook his head: "No, you can make me another bowl of ginger soup, and I'll be fine if I sweat."

The ginger soup during the day can only be used to fight the cold, the cold air has penetrated into the bone marrow and skin texture, and now it flares up, and people have a fever.

It is clearly a disease caused by freezing.

Ning An knew in his heart that going to the hospital was just an injection to suppress the fever, but if the cold in his body was not forced out, it would recur sooner or later.

Feng Yun had already half picked him up, Ning An anxiously grabbed the railing at the head of the bed and did not let go, his voice was a little hoarse and soft, but the words he said were as firm as usual: "You listen to me."

Feng Yun put him down in a fit of anger: "I just listen to you too much."

Having said that, he still poured water for him to drink, and then went to the kitchen to make ginger soup with a cold face.

Ning An rewrapped the quilt tightly, only his head was exposed, his eyes were half closed, he was very energetic, looking pitiful.

Feng Yun fried a thick bowl of brown sugar ginger soup, and specially put scallions in it, and waited until it was almost cold before carefully bringing it to his lips.

Ning An leaned against his chest, took the soup bowl, held his breath, and drank the whole bowl of ginger soup in one go.

Then he buried himself completely under the quilt, and soon broke out in sweat.

The pajamas were soaked with hot sweat, and the ends of her hair stuck to her forehead sticky, making her very uncomfortable.

When he was almost sweating, he got his head out of the quilt, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his face was covered with red.

There was steaming steam all over his body, and even his eyes seemed to be covered with mist. He looked at Feng Yun who had been sitting on the edge of the bed and looked at him worriedly: "I want to take a bath."

I don't know why, this kind of Ning An gave Feng Yun the illusion that he was not as independent and strong as usual, but rather clingy.

Feng Yun stroked his drenched forehead hair up, and said in a deep voice, "I can't wash it, I'll wipe it for you, change the quilt, and put on clean pajamas."

Ning An was really suffering, and he thanked gratefully: "Please, I will take care of you next time you are sick."

Feng Yun couldn't laugh or cry: "Please, I hope I'll be well."

He brought a basin of hot water, took off Ning An's pajamas, wiped them quickly, then changed into clean pajamas, wrapped her in a quilt, and hugged her up.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Ning An kicked his legs.

"Sleep in my bed overnight, and come back tomorrow after changing your bedding."

"No, Feng Yun, mine can still sleep." Ning An struggled to his deathbed, but Nai He became dizzy when he moved, so he could only hold his head and hum.

"Master, I'm going to make you exhausted, you can save yourself some time." Feng Yun was half disgusted and half coaxed: "They're all men, what's wrong with sleeping in the same bed?"

Ning An had a severe headache, Feng Yun carried her to her bedroom and put her on the bed without any doubt, and pulled the soft quilt to cover her tightly.

There was a faint citrus aroma on the quilt and pillow, which was the smell of Feng Yun's body. It was very warm and easy to relax.

Surrounded by this smell, Ning An didn't have time to think more, so he fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Yun saw him sleeping peacefully on her own bed, even though she knew he was sick, she still couldn't help curling her lips.

He slept very lightly all night, afraid that Ning An's body temperature would rise.

He kept monitoring his body temperature all night, waking him up halfway to feed him water.

The hard work paid off, and in the middle of the night, Ning An's fever subsided.

Only then did he let out a long breath, his whole heart relaxed, and he quietly looked at the face that was close at hand, lost in thought.

When Ning An is awake, he always gives people a cold feeling that is difficult to get close to, unless he is willing to show you a little smile.

But after falling asleep, there was an unspeakable innocence, which was very attractive.

After the fever subsided, the thin redness on his face also subsided, leaving only a shiny white.

The tails of the slender eyes were slightly raised, and the red lips were parted a line, revealing a line of white teeth inside.

His bangs were fluffy, and he looked very young for his age.

He freaking loves the way he's sick and asleep.

Ning An like this seems to have become a child who let go of his strength and can rely on him wholeheartedly.

He likes and enjoys this feeling.

But in fact, he also knew that he was not such a person.

He has persistence, ideals, and is very tenacious. Even when he really starts to fight, he is fierce and cold.

He's not the type to be easily controlled by anyone.

Except now.

He didn't understand himself either. He obviously liked his soft and cute appearance, but he was attracted by his tough side.

He slowly approached him, took him into his arms, and pressed his forehead against his forehead, sniffing each other.

Ning An seemed to feel that this was uncomfortable, so he found a comfortable position in his arms, put his head on his chest and fell asleep.

Feng Yun buried the tip of his nose into his hair, this feeling was so good that he was a little reluctant to sleep.

But the sudden relaxation after the tension made the fatigue hit all at once.

He fell asleep little by little in the faint scent of shampoo on his body.

In the morning, the biological clock woke Ning An up on time. His body felt sore and limp after a high fever. He closed his eyes and stretched his body.

It was only after he moved that he realized that his waist was tightly bound by someone, and one of his legs was also resting on the waist of the person opposite him.

For a moment, he felt a sudden cardiac arrest. He didn't know where he was or where he was?

He opened his eyes in the dim light of dawn.Instinctively wanting to attack the other party, he only needs one kick, and he can kick the other party out of bed.

At the very moment, the faint smell of citrus awakened his memory, and he barely stopped his legs that had already gathered strength.

I couldn't help but patted my heart, thankfully I didn't fall down at the same place a second time.

The memory of giving Feng Yun that slap last time and being forced to call him brother is still very vivid in his mind until now.

Feng Yun didn't suffer, if he really kicked him, he didn't know how he would retaliate.

too risky.

He sank into the pillow, looking at Feng Yun's face which was close at hand.

He seemed to be sleeping very deeply, his breathing was steady and even, even in deep sleep, his bushy eyebrows were slightly frowned.

In the thin light, the thick eyelashes are like two brushes, covering the eyelids.

The tall nose bridge and the straight brow bones cast a shadow, making this face very three-dimensional and stylish.

His eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, and his eyes are also very sharp when he is awake, so when he is asleep like this, it makes people feel closer to him.

Ning An got up quietly, but as soon as he moved, his hand was grabbed by a big hand under the blanket.

He lowered his head and met Feng Yun's eyes.

Feng Yun was obviously not quite awake yet, he put his other hand around his waist and pulled Ning An back: "Sleep a little longer, the fever has just subsided, don't go out to exercise."

As he spoke, he moved closer to him, buried his head in the socket of his neck, and closed his eyes again.

Feng Yun half pressed on him, breathing on his neck, itching and numb.

Ning An's body tensed up, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Anyway, he also took care of himself for a whole night, and when he was not very good, he turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

He endured it for a while, only to feel that half of his body was numb under his pressure, and the place where his breath swept over seemed to have a fever, which was unbearably hot.

He moved his body and couldn't help it anymore: "Hey, Feng Yun, I don't feel comfortable doing this."

Feng Yun turned over, turned his whole body onto him, looked up at him condescendingly: "How about this?"

Ning An stretched out his hand to press his irrationally handsome face, pressing it until it deformed.

Then he pushed him off of himself on hands and feet.Jumped to the ground in a flash: "Stinky rascal!"

Feng Yun buried his face in the pillow and smiled, only showing one eye to look at Ning An: "Hey, you pressed me like this all night, my waist is broken."

Ning An fled so quickly that he was gone: "The devil will believe it! I'm going to prepare breakfast."

Feng Yun rubbed his waist, he was really pressed by Ning An for half the night, seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he was not willing to move, but he didn't expect this heartless, opened his eyes and refused to admit it.

December 12th, Christmas Eve.

Ning An went to a Christmas-themed show in the afternoon, took off her makeup and took a taxi directly to Feng Yun's company.

He made a reservation for Yunlai's table early in the morning, and wanted to treat Feng Yun to dinner.

Although he has been here for a few months, in fact he is not very familiar with this place.

When I go out to take a taxi or take a bus, I don’t have any requirements for food, and I spend most of my free time at home.

The place he knows is more comfortable to eat is Yunlai, because there is a limit on the number, it will not be too noisy at any time.

Even though he met Shen Qingchuan and his party when Tian Xiaoci took them there last time, it didn't affect the impression of this store in his heart.

He didn't go upstairs, he called Feng Yun downstairs, and waited by his car.

As soon as a cigarette was lit, Feng Yun came down, unexpectedly fast.

Ning An pinched out his cigarette and smiled at him.

The street lights first came on and shone on him.

He was wearing a conservative black cashmere coat with a small V-neck red sweater inside, necklaces stacked, and small rings on his ears, simple but beautiful.

He lowered his head to pinch his cigarette, then raised his head and smiled slightly at him, pear dimples emerged faintly, at that moment, in Feng Yun's eyes, the whole world became gentle.

The author has something to say: Feng Yun: "They're all men, what's wrong with sleeping in the same bed?"

Ning An: What's wrong?

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