Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 39 I'll Help You Knead

"Zhou Hao?" Song Yanchu changed into the indoor slippers, put the shopping bag on the sofa, bent down and patted the man gently.

As soon as he approached, he could smell the pungent smell of tobacco and alcohol. Song Yanchu frowned, with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

There was dense cold sweat on Zhou Hao's forehead, his brows were tightly knit, and his face was ugly.

"Zhou Hao, are you okay?" Song Yanchu wiped the sweat from his forehead and patted his face.

Zhou Hao seemed to be in a coma. When he was beaten awake, he opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw Song Yanchu who was close at hand, he slowly closed them again, "There is medicine on the bedside table in the bedroom."

"Wait a minute." Song Yanchu hurriedly got up and went to the master bedroom.

There are several bottles of medicine in the second drawer of the bedside table, including gastric ulcer medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine, and insomnia medicine.

There were three bottles of insomnia medicine. Song Yanchu looked at the medicine bottle with some surprise, thought about it carelessly, and took out anti-inflammatory medicine and stomach ulcer medicine.

He went to the kitchen and poured a glass of warm water, and gave Zhou Hao the medicine according to the instructions.

After Zhou Hao took the medicine, he closed his eyes again, leaning against the sofa, his complexion still not relieved.

Song Yanchu looked at his weak appearance, her heart sank, as if something was pulling her down.

It turns out that people who work so hard also suffer from insomnia.

When her company was still in operation, she would be exhausted at work every day. She didn't even have the energy to take a shower after get off work. She just wanted to lie on the bed and sleep. He worked so hard, but he still couldn't fall asleep at night and had to rely on sleeping pills.

Song Yanchu suddenly felt that Zhou Hao was quite fragile.

In the eyes of outsiders, he is strategizing, decisive and rigorous, and he can deal with everything calmly no matter what happens.

But every time he was sick, he curled up on the sofa, frowned and pursed his lips, his face was weak and uncomfortable, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

"Zhou Hao, the sofa is uncomfortable, let me help you into the room to sleep and rest?"

Hearing the call, Zhou Hao closed his eyelids.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that had paralyzed his nerves, Song Yanchu was blurred in his vision, but his voice was clearly heard and his tone was very gentle.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yanchu raised his hand and put it on her shoulder, and heard a small muffled voice, "Get up!"

Although he didn't have the strength, he secretly exerted a little strength himself, otherwise, would this woman who weighed less than ninety pounds be crushed to death by him.

Song Yanchu held his breath, and finally helped him onto the bed. With a "bang", they both fell down at the same time. Fortunately, the posture was that of a woman and a man, so Zhou Hao groaned.

Song Yanchu touched his chest and apologized, "I'm sorry."

After speaking, he quickly got up and moved him to the bed.

The man reeked of alcohol.

Song Yanchu took a breath, went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, and wiped his face with a towel.

The shirt on his body was a slim fit, and it was inconvenient to move. Zhou Hao unbuttoned a few buttons uncomfortablely, trying to take off the clothes on his body.

"Let me help you." After wiping his face, Song Yanchu put the towel back into the basin, sat by the bed and unbuttoned the man's body one by one.

Even though she had seen Zhou Hao's abdominal muscles, she swallowed her saliva when watching Song Yanchu up close. Her fingers accidentally touched his hot body, and her fingers were warm and numb.

Song Yanchu blushed, and looked up at Zhou Hao with a guilty conscience.

Fortunately, Zhou Hao closed his eyes and was in a coma.

Song Yanchu took a deep breath, and guiltily opened Zhou Hao's closet, and took a loose short-sleeved piece from inside, "Put on some clothes, don't catch a cold."

In the summer, the air conditioner was not turned on in the bedroom, and her back was sweating.

The man didn't respond, Song Yanchu put on short sleeves on him, and then turned on the air conditioner in the bedroom and adjusted it to 26 degrees.

"pain……"

"Where does it hurt?" Song Yanchu asked concerned, and now there was a thin layer of sweat on the forehead that had been wiped just now, which showed that it was very painful.

Zhou Hao opened his eyes, looked at Song Yanchu, and said pitifully, "Xiao Song, my stomach hurts."

"Do you want to go to the hospital, shall I take you to the hospital?"

"No need, Renren will pass."

Song Yanchu sat on the edge of the bed, feeling that there was nothing he could do to help, and looked at him worriedly, "In the future, drink less on social occasions, it's not good for your health."

When she said this, she was stunned.

These words are too familiar, it's what Jiang Ruqin keeps talking about all day long.

"I'll go out for a while, I'll be right back." Song Yanchu got up and went to the living room, took out her mobile phone from her bag and called Jiang Ruqin.

It was almost ten o'clock, and Jiang Ruqin had already fallen asleep.He was a little slow to answer the phone and yawned, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Mom, Zhou Hao drank too much and took medicine for gastric ulcer, and now his stomach hurts."

"If it's serious, send him to the hospital quickly." Jiang Ruqin urged.

"He said he wouldn't go to the hospital. Is there any other way? Can I have porridge?"

"The stomach ulcer hurts very badly. You should try to send Zhou Hao to the hospital, or prepare some millet porridge and feed him when he feels better."

Jiang Ruqin's tone was full of helplessness, and she said a few words that you young people just don't know how to protect your body, and you will often get sick when you get old.

At the end, she said softly, "Rub his stomach to promote digestion."

Song Yangchu glanced towards the bedroom, "Okay, got it, you can sleep."

"If it's serious, send it to the hospital." Jiang Ruqin urged.

Song Yanchu hung up the phone, and when he returned to the bedroom, Zhou Hao had shrunk into a ball, his brows were tightly knit, feeling weak and uncomfortable.

"Zhou Hao, let me take you to the hospital."

"No, just get some sleep."

"..." Song Yanchu stood by the bed, looking helplessly at the uncomfortable man.

A few seconds later, Song Yanchu opened the delivery software and ordered a millet porridge.

Seeing the weak and uncomfortable Zhou Hao, Song Yanchu went around to the other side of the bed, took off his shoes and got on the bed, hugging him in his arms, the man was quite heavy.

"If you don't go to the hospital, I'll rub it for you."

Zhou Hao was in pain and dizzy, his limbs could not use his strength, his body was turned over and he felt dizzy for a while, which made him feel even more uncomfortable.

But when he opened his eyes, his dark pupils froze for a moment, as if he couldn't believe that he was in Song Yanchu's arms.

His head rested on her chest, soft, and there was a faint fragrance of freesia in his breath.

Thinking is dull, and even pain perception has become dull.

Seeing him staring at her with open eyes, Song Yanchu swallowed in embarrassment, "My mother said that rubbing my stomach can relieve stomach pain. My father used to drink too much and get gastroenteritis. That's how my mother rubbed it."

Zhou Hao "..."

Song Yanchu blushed, put her right hand on his lower abdomen and rubbed it lightly, "Is it here?"

"A little above."

"Okay." Song Yanchu moved his hand up slowly, and tentatively asked, "Is this here?"

"Ah."

"Then close your eyes and rest, and I'll rub it for you."

Zhou Hao looked at him for a while, then slowly closed his eyes.

The originally vague consciousness was now all focused on his stomach, where there seemed to be a gentle fire that gently transmitted heat to his stomach through the fabric and skin.

It seems that it is not so uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)