Chapter 115

Song Qingcheng was slightly stunned. She also wanted to ask why she came up like this. When she saw him, her uneasiness disappeared.

Of course, this kind of words, she won't tell him, she just said: "I ate something with Xinyue outside in the afternoon, so I'm not very hungry."

Ji Zhengting's eyes darkened a circle. He thought that she was worried about herself, but now it seems that he thought too much, "let's wash and sleep early."

Then he wanted to leave the room.

"Where are you going?" Song Qingcheng asked instinctively.

"I have a cold. I'll sleep next door." Ji Zhengting left the room.

Song Qingcheng watched him leave the room. It turned out that he really had a cold and could not help worrying.

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After washing well, song Qingcheng lies on his big bed and checks information about flower art on his mobile phone.

She found that flower art is really not an ordinary and simple job. There are many fables and flower language hidden in flowers that she does not know, which she has to learn from scratch.

Learning what she was interested in, time passed unconsciously. When she felt her eyes were affected, she found that it was almost eleven o'clock.

I'm really anxious. I've been looking at it for hours. If it wasn't for the discomfort in my eyes, she might not think of the time.

I have to go to school tomorrow, and I have to face the first day of work in the evening, so I can't be too late.

She turned off her cell phone, turned off the light and was ready to go to bed.

Obviously already very sleepy, may lie on the bed, actually tosses and turns cannot sleep.

I don't know how long this uneasiness lasted until she sat up from the bed. My brain was in a mess. It seemed that there was a cough coming from the next room.

She knew that she shouldn't think about it and didn't have to worry about it, but her uncontrollable mood made her feel crazy.

Finally, I got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as I came out of the bedroom, I heard a faint cough coming from the second bedroom.

He's still up, coughing like that.

Have you taken any medicine?

Haven't you eaten yet?

This kind of cough, cough of her own feel sore throat up.

The servant downstairs should be off duty now. She goes downstairs to see if there are any pears or honey. She can get him some water to drink.

As soon as she got downstairs, the housekeeper came out of the storeroom and saw her, "Miss Song hasn't slept yet?"

"Oh, I'll come down and pour a glass of water." Song Qingcheng didn't expect that the housekeeper was still here at this time.

The housekeeper looked at her empty handed. Is it like pouring water?

Of course, the housekeeper was not so illiterate. Finally, he nodded.

"By the way, did Mr. Ji eat in the evening?" Song Qingcheng asked casually, pretending not to like it.

Referring to the gentleman upstairs, the housekeeper sighed anxiously: "at more than eight o'clock, the servant cooked millet porridge and sent it up, but at last he did not move. It's said that he has a bad cough and his voice is hoarse. "

So serious Song Qingcheng frowned gently, "did you take the medicine?"

When this sentence came out, it was obviously more concerned than that sentence just now.

"There is medicine at home, but my husband says it's OK, but I'm not willing to take it." The housekeeper shook his head helplessly.

"Cough like this, how can you do without taking medicine?" Song Qingcheng was slightly annoyed.

The housekeeper glanced at the lady and saw that she was worried, so he said, "who said no. This meeting has a fever just a little bit, if cough is serious, estimation must cause a fever again. If you have a severe cough and infection, you have to go to the hospital. "

Song Qingcheng thinks the housekeeper's words are reasonable, "is the porridge still there?"

"It's still in the pot."

"You go and bring me the medicine, and I'll send it to him." Song Qingcheng said, into the kitchen filled a bowl of porridge.

When the housekeeper took the medicine over, he showed a reassuring smile, "if Miss Song comes out, you must be obedient."

"Why is he obedient when I go?" Song Qingcheng asked casually.

"You are my husband's wife. Who will you listen to?"

"Listen to her mother, of course." Song Qingcheng naturally returned to the road.

Ji Zhengting is famous for his filial piety. In order to let the old man and the old lady do what they want, he even made a fake marriage. He must have listened to his mother's words.

"Listen to my wife. It's out of respect. You're not the same."

Song Qingcheng understood the meaning of the housekeeper's words, but he just laughed and didn't say a word.

She prepared the porridge, poured a cup of warm water and took the medicine from the housekeeper. When she went upstairs, she suddenly said, "if I'm blown out by him later, the housekeeper won't laugh at me."

"How dare you." The housekeeper said with a smile.

Song Qingcheng is just joking, carrying things upstairs.Pushing the door open, she was not sure if he was asleep, so she was careful. The sleeping light is also on in the bedroom. I can't see his face clearly, but I can hear him breathing. It seems that his breathing is not smooth.

It seems that the cold is quite serious.

I don't know if he is aware of someone coming in. He turns over, coughs twice, and then says, "who?"

His tone was full of vigilance, and his voice was really dumb. In this dark night, it seems very special, very magnetic, a little sexy.

"It's me." When song Qingcheng saw her awake, she answered. Go to the bed, put the things in your hand at the head of the bed, and turn on the wall lamp at the head of the bed.

Ji Zhengting didn't sleep well and his eyes were astringent. He was illuminated by too bright light and narrowed his eyes a little.

Seeing this, song Qingcheng quickly darkened the waiting room. "I'll turn on the light next to me."

The room is very big. If you turn on the light next to it, you can light it up here without dazzling.

"No, that's it." Ji Zhengting grabbed her.

Song Qingcheng only wore a thin pajama. When he pulled it like this, he touched her skin. It felt like an electric shock, which made her numb. Then, he pulled his hand back from his palm without any trace.

"Why haven't you slept yet." Ji Zhengting didn't feel uncomfortable. He leaned on the head of the bed and asked her. In the dim light, I can't see her clearly, so I can't see her worry.

"You cough so loud that I can't sleep." Song Qingcheng made a good excuse. Ji Zhengting gave her a definite look and seemed to take it seriously. "Then I'll go downstairs to sleep." After that, he lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

“……” Song Qingcheng was confused. This man, do you want to be so serious?! She quickly stopped him, put him back on the bed, "I'm kidding you, you quickly lie down."

Two people suddenly become very close to each other. Ji Zhengting looks at her with a soft light across his eyes.