shock!The cold and disabled boss stood up and kissed me

Chapter 192
He is crying.

He was happy because he found Song Qingli.

I know she's had a good time all these years.

However, after she regained her memory, could she miss it a little bit?

While he was happy, he was also really sad.

Gu Zechuan felt hot all over, like a piece of iron, and Song Qingli, who was stuck to him, sensed that something was wrong with him, and immediately got up to get the antipyretics.

Just as he was about to turn around, a fiery hand appeared on his slender wrist. Gu Zechuan's eyes were red because of a fever, and his sight seemed to be out of focus. When he looked at her, he felt a hazy feeling. hanging in front of your eyes.

Gu Zechuan, who was wearing loose white short sleeves, looked like a gloomy boy at the moment.

He thought it was another absurd dream.

However, even in the past year, anyone who could dream of Song Qingli, even if it was a dream, he hoped to be able to stay with her.

"Can you...don't go?" The tone of his voice was weak and the end was swallowed by him.

Song Qingli's eyes suddenly glowed, she held the man's hot hand instead, and squatted down beside the sofa.

In the man's vague consciousness, he could feel a cold little hand attached to his hot forehead.

Very comfortable.

He subconsciously rubbed his cold hand.

He could smell warm citruses.

It's her taste.

That's right.

Finally found.

No matter how hard Song Qingli struggled to break free, he couldn't get out of his palm, as if he was afraid that Song Qingli would disappear in front of his eyes again, he held it tightly.

"I'll get you some antipyretics, be good, let go." Song Qingli Wu Nong's soft words sounded in the man's ears, and her hands kept stroking his face, as if she was cooling him down.

The fever is getting worse and worse. If he continues to mess around, something may happen.

Seeing that he still doesn't let go.

"Gu Zechuan, if you don't let go, you will burn to death with a fever and I will ignore you." Song Qingli threatened him pretending to be serious.

But no matter what tricks she used, Gu Zechuan kept holding her hand and looked at her in confusion, as if he still couldn't distinguish dreams from reality.

It's burnt out.

"Song Qingli, are you really... in front of me?"

How do you prove that the person in front of you is real?

Song Qingli was thinking, what if he pinched him hard?
But she couldn't do it after all, looking at Gu Zechuan who was extremely clingy due to the fever, whimpering like a sow about to give birth, her hot face was actively pressed against her cold hand to cool down.

Song Qingli's long eyelashes fluttered up and down, she pursed her cherry lips, and suddenly possessed her body.

Gu Zechuan felt that the warm citrus-scented perfume suddenly filled his nasal cavity, and there was an enlarged pretty face in his confused eyes.

Song Qingli couldn't find a good way either.

It's better to let him feel it directly.

The woman pecked lightly on her lips, and when she left, bit his thin lips lightly.

"Let go quickly, I won't marry you until you burn out your brain."

For a man with a high fever, he couldn't clearly understand the meaning of this sentence at the moment, but when he heard the phrase 'I won't marry you' behind the woman, he felt a hint of threat.

Not marry him?
No.

So Gu Zechuan immediately let go of his hand.

Song Qingli took the antipyretics and ice cubes from downstairs, and went upstairs a few minutes later. Because there was a baby sleeping in the room, the headlights were not turned on, and the bedside lights were turned on.

The dim light bulb illuminated the corner of the wall, and there was a faint blue moonlight seeping through the window from the sofa. Gu Zechuan lay on the sofa, took the ice pack with both hands obediently, and kept putting it on his forehead.

He behaves like a schoolboy.

Gu Zechuan felt that his head was like a deliberately erupted volcano. If the ice hadn't saved him, he might have exploded and died by now.

Song Qingli was squatting halfway beside the small coffee table, her long hair was slightly tied behind her head, it was messy because she had just woken up, her slender neck looked cold and white under the moonlight, and her two slender wrists took the antipyretic medicine out of the box Take it out.

"Take medicine."

She didn't add too much embellishment, but said two words coldly.

Maybe it's because of illness, but Gu Zechuan is very good at acting like a baby. He droops his eyes, his eyes that were reddened by the fever look particularly aggrieved, and he obediently held the ice pack on his forehead with both hands, like an obedient Samoyed.

The man who suffered from the second disease.

"I'm weak all over...if someone feeds me, it'll be fine."

Song Qingli sighed softly, and turned to get the water glass on the coffee table. This was her water glass. When she went downstairs, she forgot to bring up a glass of water.

"Eat." A few small pills lay in the palm of the woman's hand.

She spread her palm to the man's mouth, and said another word coldly, her patience seemed to slowly dissipate over time.

Gu Zechuan didn't challenge her patience either, obediently took the antipyretic medicine she handed over, and took another sip of water.

"It's cheap, and I've taken the medicine, so go back to your room and sleep."

Song Qingli issued an order to evict the guests.

After hearing this, Gu Zechuan immediately pretended not to hear it. He said in a low voice: "Today, that bastard Xiao Yi gave me such a bad beating. I might need someone to apply some medicine for me."

Song Qingli stared at his poor acting skills with lowered eyes, not intending to expose him, but continued to admire him with folded arms.

"Oops, inner thigh hurts, elbow hurts, neck hurts too."

"It hurts everywhere."

After listening to his self-report, Song Qingli sneered: "I see that Xiao Yi's face is full of color, and he looks much more serious than you. Why don't I get the medicine and give him medicine first?"

"Hey, wait a minute, I suddenly realized that my whole body doesn't hurt anymore. His wounds are all on his face, and it's not like he doesn't have long hands."

"Yeah, it's not that I don't have long hands."

"I...I'm weak all over, yes, I'm still weak all over. I'll let you lie down on the sofa tonight. You won't be so stingy, will you?"

"Hmph, for the sake of your fever, I won't bother with you as a sick patient." Song Qingli got on the bed after speaking.

People who have always slept well, but tonight, this night with strong winds and heavy snow, has lost sleep.

In a room glowing with cold blue light, the man was drowsy from taking the medicine, and he kept looking at the woman on the bed before going to sleep.

As long as he could smell her, he would feel at ease.

For the past year, Gu Zechuan had been sleeping very lightly. He had been longing to receive the news that Song Qingli had been found in the middle of the night, so he was always half asleep and half awake.

Even though he is now drowsy due to the effects of drugs, he still remains somewhat awake in his subconscious mind.

When he smelled the slowly intensifying warm citrus scent in his nostrils, his frowning brows slightly relaxed, and then a cold kiss fell on his hot forehead.

(End of this chapter)