Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 81
Inside the drawn curtains, Xiao Jiujiu was lying on an antique carved mahogany bed, with a wet towel covering his forehead.

She seemed to have lost a lot of weight, her eyes were deeply sunken, and there was a lifeless silence.

Annihilation.

Lan Zhongwen was startled, the blood seemed to be inserted into a huge syringe, and then the inner existence was evacuated bit by bit.

Fear is never enough.

Lan Zhongwen slammed on the window, "Jiujiu, Xiao Jiujiu..."

Jiujiu's eyelashes trembled, and she vaguely heard someone calling her name, but it sounded like an auditory hallucination, maybe she missed him too much.

Jiujiu smiled and coughed violently a few times, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

His lips were so pale that it seemed as if a layer of blood had been taken away.

The glass windows were blown and crackled by the cold wind.

No, the sound coming from behind the curtain is wrong, the wind should not be crackling, but whistling.

what is this sound?
Jiujiu opened his eyes, feeling that cold voice became clearer, "Jiujiu, Jiujiu."

Lan Zhongwen?
She was in a daze, wrapped in a quilt, ran to the window and opened the gauze curtain, the young man outside the window had flushed eyebrows, Junxiu's face was flushed red by the cold, and his breath turned into white mist.

With gentle eyes, he called her, "Nine-nine, nine-nine..."

"Orchid." Jiujiu grinned silently with his dry lips, and quickly opened the window.

The cold wind rushed towards my face, and I was so cold that I couldn't stop coughing.

The boy reacted immediately, "Jiujiu, you can't catch the cold, go back inside."

"It's all right."

"Quickly stand and go inside." The young man glared at her, holding his hand by the window lattice, and with a single effort, he jumped in neatly.

As soon as he entered the room, the first thing he did was to close the windows tightly to cut off the cold outside.

The small room was warm and cozy. Lan Zhongwen took out the milk hidden in his pocket, and when the milk was handed to her, it was still warm.

Jiujiu hadn't eaten snacks for a long time, when he saw the milk, his eyes were already wide open, and he took off the tin cover, feeling bored.

Drinking the hot milk, her face was slightly rosy in the mist. Jiujiu was in a good mood, and said with satisfaction, "It's delicious."

Lan Zhongwen smiled, his eyebrows and eyes under the light, softly, filled with longing thoughts.

"By the way, why did you come?" Jiujiu asked, pointing to the milk and adding: "Also, why is this bottle of milk so hot?"

After finishing speaking, the throat that drank the fragrant milk could not help coughing up again.

Lan Zhongwen felt distressed when he saw it, so he untied the scarf and wrapped it around her neck, "I brought it here just after steaming at home, are you seriously ill?"

"Well, bronchitis." Jiujiu looked haggard, but also more calm than before, his eyes were dull but calm.

Lan Zhongwen lost his mind slightly, "You have lost a lot of weight."

"Yeah, I lost about ten catties by gastric lavage before, but it's fine, my mother is giving me tonic every day now, I believe it won't take long for me to gain weight back."

Lan Zhongwen just smiled and said nothing.For this Xiao Jiujiu's mother, Lan Zhongwen only has one comment, and that is a model among the mothers, who nagged Jiujiu on weekdays, trivial, but when protecting her, she was strong enough to resist everything.

Jiujiu can grow up so carefree, thanks to Xiao's father and mother, Xiao's good parents, who protect Jiujiu very well, making her have no worries about food and clothing, pure and beautiful.

"Why are you climbing a tree? It's dangerous."

"Well. It's too late. I didn't want to disturb my uncle and aunt, so I climbed the tree. Also, if you are sick, you should lie on the bed and don't run around. The wind will blow again later."

Lan Zhongwen called Jiujiu to lie down on the bed, and Jiujiu lay down on it. He helped her shake the quilt and cover her, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and then sat on the chair beside the bed, watching her quietly.

Seeing that, Jiujiu felt his heart tremble, as if thinking of something, he raised his head, "By the way, it's too dangerous for you to climb trees, you'd better take the stairs later."

Lan Zhongwen chuckled, why is she still thinking about this matter at this moment?Shouldn't it be moved to tears?
"Your parents didn't see how I came in, but later they saw me go out from your house. Don't they have to explain endlessly?"

Jiujiu thought for a while, "That's right."

After speaking, she coughed violently a few times, Jiujiu's throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton wool, it was itchy, sweet, unable to flow, and her face turned purple.

Lan Zhongwen hurriedly poured a glass of water for her to drink, she leaned on his shoulder, breathing could be heard from a distance, the atmosphere was too ambiguous.

Jiujiu heard her heart beating.

Her face was burning, she gently pushed him away, touched the pillow with her hand, exposing the paint under the pillow.

Startled, Jiujiu quickly pushed the paint into the quilt, but it was too late, Lan Zhongwen lifted a corner of the quilt, ignored Jiujiu's obstruction, and put the paint into his hand.

The secret was spied on, Jiujiu twisted her face in embarrassment.

Lan Zhongwen lowered his head, his silhouette was sunk in the shadow of the wall lamp, making it difficult to see clearly.

I don't know what he is thinking, and I don't know what he is thinking, gently stroking the set of paints that have not been opened. When he bought it, there was nothing on the white box, but now there is an extra picture A picture and a paragraph of words.

In the painting, there is still the young man with clear eyebrows and narrow smiles.

Who else is it?

With a paintbrush next to him, he recited a sentence in a soft voice, "I am so lucky to meet you in my lifetime."

Signer.

Xiao Jiujiu.

Hearing him read that sentence, Jiujiu's face burned like a red light.

Lan Zhongwen smiled, his eyes condensed into autumn water, and there were gentle ripples, "Xiao Jiujiu, you don't use this set of paint."

It is not an interrogative sentence, but a definite sentence.

Jiujiu blushed, grabbed the paint in his hand and stuffed it into the quilt, "I haven't used up the paint yet."

Lan Zhongwen didn't resist, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was shallow, which made people ecstatic.

Jiujiu looked crazy.

(End of this chapter)