Can't help but be moved

Chapter 117 The Weak and Unable to Take Care of Himself

Feng Wang was ill, and his spirit was not very good.

Jian Nian stood up and asked him, "Where is the medicine box?"

Feng Wang frowned and thought for a while before he said uncertainly: "It should be in the utility room downstairs."

"Should? The utility room?" Jian Niandai frowned slightly, "Who would put the medicine box in the utility room?"

"Little Jane misses me..."

Feng Wan wanted to explain, but Jian Nian raised his hand and interrupted him: "Stop talking. Just lie here and I'll go down and look for it."

Speaking of which, Jian Nian picked up the empty water glass on the bedside table, walked out of his room and went downstairs without even looking at Feng Wang.

Feng Wang: "..."

Why does he have the feeling of being controlled by a little girl?

But this feeling is pretty good.

Jian Nian first entered the kitchen with the water glass, and re-boiled a pot of hot water.

Then I found the utility room that Feng Wang said.

Without much effort, Jian Nian successfully found the medicine box.

At this time, the water is also boiled.

Jian Nian returned to Feng Luan's room with a cup of hot water and a medical kit.

The little girl put the water cup on the bedside table first, then opened the medicine box and found the thermometer from inside.

"Come on, take your temperature. If you have a severe fever, you must go to the hospital."

Jian Nian said in an order that could not be refused.

Feng Wang didn't say anything, and quietly cooperated with the little girl.

After a while, the temperature measurement ended.

Jian Nian picked it up and took a look. It was 38 degrees 5. Fortunately, the fever was not very severe.

Jian Nian breathed a sigh of relief.

She put the thermometer aside, picked up the water glass and handed it to the man on the bed: "Come on, when you are sick, you need to drink more hot water."

Feng Wang took the water she handed over, held it in his hand and didn't drink it, and lowered his head and said hoarsely: "Xiao Jian Nian, the water is too hot, I can't drink it."

After Jian Nian heard the words, she took the water back, blew it patiently, and then handed it to him again: "You can drink it now."

Feng Wang didn't answer the connection this time: "Little Jian Nian, I don't have the strength in my hands, or... you can feed me."

Feng Wang coughed twice while covering his mouth, looking too weak to take care of himself.

Jian Nian didn't think much about it.

As the saying goes, illness comes like a mountain.

When people are sick, they will always be extra vulnerable, and they will unconsciously rely on others.

Can understand.

"Then, let's drink."

Jian Nian moved closer to him, and the rim of the water glass pressed against his lips.

Feng Wang slowly drank the water she personally fed, with a sly smile in his eyes.

After a while, Feng Wang drank the whole glass of water.

Jian Nian put the empty water glass back on the bedside table, and then supported Feng Wang's shoulders to let him lie down flat: "Go to sleep. I checked on the Internet, more sleep is good for patients to recover their strength."

Feng Wang lay down obediently, and did not forget to hold Jian Nian's sleeve: "If I fall asleep, will you leave?"

"No, I've said it all. I've asked for two days off. I'll wait until you recover from illness before leaving."

Feng Wang still didn't let go of her sleeves, her hoarse voice had a bit of coquettish tone: "Xiao Jian Nian, I want to hear a story."

Jian Nian didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

Feng Wang didn't feel at all that as a big man, making such a request was too naive and would damage his image as a mature man.

"Little Jian Nian, I can't sleep now. Tell me a story, and I can fall asleep after listening to it."

Jian Nian twitched the corners of her lips: "Are you serious?"

Feng Wang nodded.

Facing Feng Wang's expectant eyes, Jian Nian couldn't say a word of rejection.

"Well... well then. What do you want to hear?"

Feng Wang smiled, with a well-arranged appearance: "It's fine."

Jian Nian thought for a moment, cleared her throat, and began to slowly tell her story:

"Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling, and other ducks bullied it because it was ugly. Then the ugly duckling said, wait, I will become a beautiful duck that everyone likes!"

Feng Xuan closed his eyes lightly, and asked in a low voice, "Then it turned into a white swan?"

Jian Nian shook her head, with a smirk on the corner of her lips: "No. It entered the roast duck restaurant and became a beautiful roast duck that everyone likes, full of color and fragrance."

Feng Wang: "...this story is very special."

Jian Nian frowned: "Yes, it sounds good, do you want another one?"

Feng Wan felt his head hurt even more and he became dizzy.

The man raised his hand, and rubbed his palm against his temple twice: "No need, I feel sleepy."

After hearing what he said, Jian Nian became quiet.

Not long after, Jian Nian heard the man's even breathing.

Holding her breath, Jian Nian stood up from the side of his bed, picked up the phone to check the time, and then tiptoed out of his room.

During the whole process, Jian Nian's movements were very light, for fear of waking Feng Lu who had just fallen asleep.

It's already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Feng Wang didn't know how long he was going to sleep.

He must be hungry when he wakes up.

Thinking about it, Jian Nian walked into the kitchen.

I opened the refrigerator and took a look. Except for some imported bottled water, there was wine and nothing else.

Jian Nian sighed silently.

It was her fault that she expected to have cooking ingredients in the refrigerator of a single man like Feng Wang.

Thinking about it, I know that it is impossible for a noble and lonely person like Feng Wang to cook by himself.

"He is sick, so he can't still eat takeaway."

"However, when I was sick, he just let me eat takeaway."

Jian Nian shook her head and patted her face: "Jian Nian, as a human being, we must repay good for good, not bad for good. Although he gives you takeaway food when you are sick, you can't follow suit. We have a big stomach people!"

Thinking about it, Jian Nian took her mobile phone and went out.

When Feng Wang woke up from sleep, the sky was completely dark.

The first thing the old man did when he woke up was to sit up and look around.

However, there was no one else in the deserted room except himself.

What about little Jane?

Did you leave while he was asleep?

Feng Wang raised his hand and rubbed his swollen head, a little loneliness appeared in his dark and deep eyes.

She clearly promised him that she would not leave.

Feng Wang endured the dizziness in his brain, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked out slowly.

Holding on to the handrail of the stairs and going downstairs step by step, Feng Wang suddenly heard a slight sound coming from the kitchen.

Someone is inside.

It's Jane Nian.

Thinking about it, Feng Wan quickly walked into the kitchen.

The man's tall and straight body leaned against the door frame, looking at the little girl in front of the kitchen table with gentle eyes.

"doing what?"

All Jian Nian's attention was focused on the steaming casserole in front of her, and she didn't even notice that someone was coming.

Suddenly hearing Feng Fan's voice, she was so frightened that the spoon in her hand fell to the ground.

Jian Nian quickly bent down to pick up the dropped spoon, and then looked at Feng Lu who was leaning against the door.

"You're awake, how are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

Feng Fan clenched his fists, pressed his lips against his lips and coughed a few times: "It's much better."

After speaking, there was another violent cough.

Seeing this, Jian Nian frowned: "You don't look much better."

(End of this chapter)