Chapter 130

Ye Chen stays at Ye Xing's home.

After lunch, I stayed for dinner. Seeing that it was almost 11 p.m., they were sleeping with her in ye wennuan's room. First, they told a story, and then they were led by Ye wennuan. After asking many questions, they finally calmed her to sleep. Then they turned off the light and came out quietly.

Ye Xing saw the person following behind, just wanted to turn around and open his mouth to drive people, and saw that he put a finger on his mouth and made a "hush" action.

It's more gummy. I can't get rid of it.

Ye Xing is speechless, without the intimacy and enthusiasm just shown in front of Nuan Nuan. Cold face, ready to go into his room to take a bath and sleep.

The person behind unexpectedly also follows to want to come in, this leaves star thoroughly fire.

"What are you going to do? I've been acting with you all day. Now I'm tired and going to bed. The door is over there. Please turn right. Or if you don't want to leave, please help yourself to the living room or dining room. "

"But I warn you, don't follow me, or I'll warn you to break into the house!"

"Bang!" The door in night Chen nose tip two centimeters of place suddenly close, night Chen silently touch his nose, fortunately nothing.

It's like a small explosive magazine. It's like a bomb.

Seeing the closed door, she would not be more upset if she intruded. Forget it, just let him go this time.

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Ye Xing, who was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night, got up to go to the dining room to drink water. When he passed the living room, he was almost frightened by a dark shadow on the sofa and screamed. After a careful look, he found that the man was yechen.

He didn't go?

A sound came from the sofa, followed by a sound of turning over.

What's wrong with him?

With some unknown, so Ye Xing crept toward the dark shadow.

Through the sparse moonlight, I saw the person in front of me with his eyes closed, his brow locked, his forehead covered with a layer of sweat, his cheeks flushed with unnatural flush, and he was still mumbling unconsciously. After listening carefully, I could hear the cry "Ye Xing, Ye Xing...".

Ye Xing's cool hand stuck to his forehead, and he really had a fever.

I had drunk wine last night, and there were some signs of cold when the north wind blew. But I came here in a hurry to deliver breakfast to ye wennuan this morning, and I took a cold bath in a hurry. I've been in the air-conditioned room all day without much walking.

When I go to bed at night, I lie on the sofa without covering anything. It's strange that I don't have a fever.

Maybe the whole person who was burned was silly. He seemed to fall into a deep sleep and didn't notice her appearance, but he seemed to be burning very hard. Lying on the narrow sofa, he kept trying to turn over and almost fell down.

Ye Xing's heart softened.

This fool!

Ye Xing took out the thermometer from the first-aid kit, just took some effort to lift his hand up and put it under his armpit. Xu is thermometer cool, very comfortable, night Chen unconsciously moaned a body.

Ye Xing is really made angry and funny by his stupid appearance.

Five minutes later, I took out the thermometer and found that it had burned to 39 degrees. No wonder I didn't have any consciousness. I'm afraid the people who had burned were not awake.

No, if it goes on like this, don't let it become acute pneumonia. Take him to the hospital.

"Yechen, wake up. You have a fever. Shall I take you to the hospital? " Rare gentle voice, in front of the people did not respond.

There's no way. It seems that we can only use strong ones.

Ye Xing originally wanted to pull him up and help him out. But I seem to have overestimated my ability, and I didn't move him half a point for a long time.

On the contrary, he was tired of sweating, and now the burning confused people frowned more tightly.

"If you don't bother me, you won't give up."

Ye Xing looked at the person in front of him and sighed. He could only give up his idea of moving him.

We can only use the most primitive physical cooling. Should give him the most inside plug a fever medicine, Ye Xing did not stop the action in the hand.

So throughout the second half of the night, she kept changing the towel on his forehead, and every now and then explored the temperature on his face. Until the horizon has been lit up, the sofa is not so hot.

When the person who had burned his red face turned red and woke up, he found that he didn't have much strength. He didn't know when he was covered with a soft blanket.Drooping eyes suddenly saw the tired sleeping people lying on their hands, and a basin of water on the tea table that had no temperature for a long time, as well as the towel that had no temperature inside.

The medicine box was put aside and the lid was still open.

She's really tired.

At the moment, she sleeps sweetly with her head tilted. Her snoring is almost inaudible. Her long eyelashes cast a silhouette under her eyes, fading and shaking. Originally white cheek seems to be arm diaphragm out of a shallow red mark.

Night Chen's heart soft became a pool of water, this little woman, how can so make a person love.

Reach out to touch gently, slender fingers scratched her face, like a naughty kitten, deliberately seeking the attention of the owner.

When I touched her arm, I felt a little too cold.

Night Chen gently sat up, a pair of slender feet fell to the ground, bent over, almost effortlessly picked up the sleeping beauty sitting on the floor.

It seems that people in their arms feel something, but they are really sleepy. They just mumble something, and then they nest back in their arms. They bury their heads deeper and sleep sweeter.

On the face of night Chen Jun Yi, climbed up one to put on happy color finally.

Holding the person in her arms steadily, she entered her room.

This is yechen's first time to walk into her boudoir. She doesn't have the pink feeling of ordinary girls. She is clean and simple as a whole. In the main tone of gray and black and white, only the light blue sheet on the bed reveals the softness of the master.

There is a bunch of fresh Platycodon grandiflorum flowers on the bedside table. The incense machine spreads the faint soft light in the room without the light on. The smoke curls, with all the fragrance.

The whole room, it's her breath. This obviously intoxicated the man who took off the high fever.

Put the person in the arms gently on the soft Simmons bed, and then lay on it.

Perhaps feeling the short-term lack of warmth, she automatically followed the heat source and leaned over to find the best position to hold again. Then the corner of the mouth floated a satisfied arc, I don't know what happy things I met in my dream, or I have already woke up, but I just refuse to admit it.

"Good night. Good morning

my baby.