After losing the horse, the full-level boss was forced to hang up on the hot search

Chapter 170 Taking Care of My Fiance

As soon as Xihua got out of the elevator, he saw a light slantingly pouring out from the door.

The door didn't close either.

I'm sure she will come!
As soon as she opened the door, she saw Yan Qingmu sitting at the dining table, her chin resting on her elbows, her bangs without hairspray hanging lazily from the corners of her eyes, staring at the door eagerly, like a big dog waiting for its master to come back.

Xihua: "..."

Seeing her coming in, Yan Qingmu smiled slowly, her bewitching eyes were dyed with a touch of starlight, flickering leisurely: "Fiancee."

Xi Hua ignored him and closed the door behind his back.

The light in the living room was cold and white, and when he got closer, he noticed a strange flush on his face, and raised his hand to touch his forehead, it was very hot, obviously he had a high fever.

"Have you taken your medicine?"

Yan Qingmu grabbed her hand and pressed it to her face: "It's so cool and comfortable." She frowned again, "The medicine is unpalatable. You know how to get an injection, and you'll be fine after getting it. I don't take medicine."

Xihua suspects that he not only has a fever, but is also drunk and acting like a spoiled child!

"Go in and lie down."

Yan Qingmu looked up at her, her thin and handsome face was not like ordinary people: "Accompany me?"

Xi Hua narrowed his eyes: "Actor, if you make an inch, you will be beaten."

Yan Qingmu blinked her slightly raised eyes innocently: "I just want you not to leave, fiancee, are you thinking too much?"

Xi Hua pulled up the slow-moving man: "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

The actor was very well-behaved, followed her into the room and lay down on the bed.

Holding the corner of the quilt and looking at her directly: "I thought a little too much at first, but then I was worried that you would turn your face and run away, so I changed my mind, so I must have the exact answer to what you think."

Xi Hua was speechless: "..."

Pull his wrist to feel his pulse.

It seems to be sure what caused his high fever, so that the needle can be accurately administered.

"Undress."

The rumored actor Bingshan didn't hesitate to take off his clothes in front of his fiancée, and said with the corner of his mouth curled up, "I have a good workout."

Xihua said "Yes".

Eight-pack abs and murloc lines are really eye-catching.

Take out the silver needles from the bag, sterilize them, and start the needles.

Yan Qingmu tilted her head slightly and stared at her face: "Are you satisfied?"

It was only then that Xi Hua realized what he meant, and her face blushed uncontrollably: "Shut up."

Yan Qingmu's low laughter was full of seductive magnetism.

The cool little thing is shy.

He sat on the edge of the bed, Xihua leaned slightly to give acupuncture at Dazhui, Shierjing, Shixuan, Quchi, Hegu and other points, the two were so far apart that their breath could easily land on each other's skin.

One cold and one hot.

It was nothing at first, after all, it was not the first time he was given needles.

But today it's so close, it's inexplicable.

Yan Qingmu was very obedient and didn't speak, but those seductive eyes did stare at her relentlessly for 10 minutes.

Xi Hua was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him: "Put on your clothes. Do you always stare at people like this?"

Yan Qingmu's action of putting on clothes pulled the lines of her abdominal muscles to make her more sexy.

The mouth is also extremely sweet: "My fiancee is so beautiful, I can't help it."

I heard that this master's personality is cold and cold, and the entertainment industry has not been gentle in ten years.

iceberg?

This is called an iceberg?

Xihua went "ah": "The film emperor's establishment is awesome."

Yan Qingmu's answer can be regarded as a model of teaching: "That's because they haven't seen me staring at my wife."

Xihua: "..."

He went to look through the medicine his assistant bought for him.

Pour a glass of water into it and give him everything to eat.

Yan Qingmu didn't seem to be very good at taking medicine, every time it would get stuck in her throat, requiring half a glass of water to deliver the next medicine.

Xihua really wondered if his cerebellum was not fully developed, but it would be good to drink plenty of water when he has a fever.

"Lie down and sleep."

Yan Qingmu lay down obediently, but grabbed her hand, twisted her slender fingers, and clasped them together: "Don't go, I will have nightmares when I'm sick."

Xi Hua rolled his eyes at him: "The actor, remember to pick up a green tea role next time, it's very suitable for you."

Yan Qing admired and did not let go, his face was flushed red, and his muffled nasal voice made his voice sound pitiful: "Then wait until I fall asleep before leaving."

Xi Hua: "..." For the sake of his illness, he endured it, "Let go, I will accompany you."

Yan Qingmu clasped her finger and shook it slightly, put it on her lips and kissed it, and then reluctantly let go.

Xi Hua took a deep breath and told herself: Sooner or later she will get married, at least she has a good skin and a good temper, so get used to it slowly!

After taking the medicine and getting an injection, Yan Qingmu's eyelids soon began to fight, but as if she was afraid that she would renege on her promise, she opened it for a while to look at her, and then muttered and called her, and fell asleep at ease when she got a response .

Seeing him sleeping so peacefully, Xi Hua suddenly thought of herself again, she couldn't sleep because of a headache, and she fell asleep defenselessly even when she asked him to press his forehead, she really didn't know what to say for a while.

It was as if they could have trusted each other.

However, such trust came inexplicably.

Xi Hua reached out and poked his cheek, but there was no response, he must be fast asleep.

She is not the affectionate heroine in a TV series, she has to watch the actor sleep wholeheartedly, get up and go to the living room to watch TV, and come back every two hours to see if his fever has subsided.

She has been to the actor's house a lot in the past few months, so she doesn't feel restrained. When she is hungry, she will go to the refrigerator to find something to eat.

Looking at the small cakes, milk tea, fruit, and tremella soup with the date on it in the refrigerator, if he hadn't really had a fever, she would have wondered if he was in a panic.

The volume of the TV was very low, and her hearing was very good. Before she had eaten a few bites of the cake, she heard the sound of chaotic breathing in the room.

frown.

Really having a nightmare?

Hurrying in to have a look, I saw Yan Qingmu lying upright, with a pale face, without moving his hands or feet, but the frowning between his brows and his clenched fists told him that he was falling into a nightmare at this moment.

Lazy and noble when he was awake, but so depressed when he was in a nightmare, his breath was almost choked by himself, and he refused to let out a painful sound from his lips and teeth. This person is really elusive.

Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she reached out to pat his face.

"Words of admiration!"

"Wake up!"

"Words of admiration!"

"I'm Xihua, do you hear that, open your eyes!"

He couldn't wake up, he was still in a nightmare, Xihua took the heel needle and stuck it into his acupuncture point.

Yan Qingmu's eyes that opened suddenly were a little confused, she waited for a while before she gradually closed her pupils, her breathing was still in shock, but when she saw her, the corners of her mouth curled up first: "Fiancee, that's great, you can see her when you open your eyes." is you."

Xihua really convinced him: "Did you have a nightmare?"

Yan Qingmu's hand caught her at some point and held her tightly in his palm. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time before saying in a muffled voice: "I dreamed of my mother's tears before she died, and dreamed that Ah Mian and I jumped upstairs Going down, she died in front of me, dreaming that I was sitting on the plane, and the plane crashed..."

Childhood misfortune, it really takes a lifetime to heal, this person is quite pitiful.

Xihua touched the top of his hair to comfort him, but when he heard him say that the plane crashed, his whole body shook.

Yan Qingmu glanced at her suddenly tense hand, she exerted so much force that her metacarpal bones tensed up.

There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she asked warmly, "Have you ever had such a dream?"

Xihua lowered her eyes, and said "En", "Maybe the sleeping position is not right."

Every time I think of Changyin, I feel a little annoyed.

He wanted to open his hand, but failed. The guy who has been exercising all year round is really strong.

"You sweat a lot, take a hot shower first, or you'll catch a cold again."

Yan Qingmu obediently said "Oh", but didn't let go immediately, and got up and got out of bed after a while.

The sweat was profuse, and the dark pajamas were obviously wet, and the bed was probably also sweaty.

The bathroom is right in the suite.

The sound of flushing water came out soon.

Xihua went to the restaurant to have a look at the millet porridge that was boiled just now. It was very thick. Let's have some flavorful soy milk melon, which is quite suitable for sick people.

Just after cutting the pickled milkmelon into thin slices, the pitiful nasal voice inside called her again: "Fiancee."

Xihua: "..." Ever since she knew this guy was Fu Jin, she had no name, "What's wrong?"

Yan Qingmu said softly, "Can you help me get some clothes, fiancee? I forgot."

Has the always organized actor become stupid when he gets sick?
(End of this chapter)