Chapter 18

"My bracelet!"

Like a corpse, he sat up from the bed, sweating profusely.

In the afternoon, the VIP ward is quiet, and she hears it. With her exclamation, the keyboard in the room stops.

The smell of warlord was nearby, so strong that it made her hair stand on end.

She was stiff all over, crawling around with bloodshot eyes. Sure enough, she saw a familiar figure on the sofa, which seemed to be carved into the bone marrow of Si yie. When she touched it, she could not stop shaking.

At first, Zhan Qingxiao was startled by her voice. When he looked up at the girl in fear, his heart suddenly pricked.

It's the look of the devil again.

As she walked towards her notebook, she felt pale every step of the way

Reach out, want to test the temperature of her forehead, but feel empty.

As if she was avoiding the virus, she took a step back.

The man's eyes are shrinking dangerously, his hands are frozen in the air, and his whole body is angry. What did the woman named Yu Qingjun do to the bumpkin?

For the first time in his life, the warlord wanted to kill a man.

Just as he was thinking about whether to send someone to take Yu Qingjun back, his palm suddenly softened. A hairy head stretched out and rubbed under his hand.

Good boy.

It feels like a cat.

"Brother Zhan, I just Did it scare you? " Si E-E has been completely sober, seeing that the man is on the edge of rage, she is so scared that she quickly stretches her head back.

It must be that she didn't touch the devil, and the devil was angry!

The battle engine owl followed her hair on the top of her head, the back of her hand was close to her forehead, and the magnetic voice finally returned to normal, "sweating so much? Which side of the body is uncomfortable? "

"No She shakes her head, staggers her eyes and tries not to look into the eyes of the demon king. As long as she doesn't look, those terrible memories of her previous life won't interfere with her.

The battle engine owl was still not at ease. He raised his hand and pressed the alarm at the head of the bed.

After a while, the Dean himself brought a group of medical staff to come, "Xiao Ye, what's your order?"

"Why hasn't her health report come out yet?"

"Some of them have come out, and all the indicators are normal."

"Take her temperature and see if she has a fever."

The president quickly took out the electronic thermometer, "36 degrees 5, Xiaoye, Miss Si has no fever."

"Is the thermometer accurate?"

The battle engine owl tone is impatient, split hands to snatch the thermometer in the dean's hand, personally measured for the Department.

It's really 36 degrees 5. When he saw the number clearly, the wrinkles between his brows relaxed. He threw the thermometer back to the Dean, and the palm of his hand fell on the girl's head again. He rubbed it, "well, it's OK."

The Dean gnawed his fingers and ran with tears.

Until the man's chill dissipated, the Dean wiped a cold sweat, "Xiao Ye don't have to worry, Miss Si is just frightened, take a rest, it's OK."

Scared?

Thinking of what happened in the morning, Zhan Qingxiao can't help frowning. This little thing is so frightening. It seems that this girl is not only a bumpkin, but also a coward.

Love thin Qing, why do you care about her lips.

If it wasn't for meeting him, I'm afraid he would have been ruined by his so-called best friend?

At the thought that Si E-E almost married a half dead old man, Zhan Qingxiao was inexplicably upset.