After being reborn, he was deceived by a paranoid boss

Chapter 175 175. Do you really want me to go?
Taking advantage of the parallel height of the two, Sang Ruo touched his forehead.

When she felt the temperature was higher than normal, she immediately said, "You seem to have a fever, do you have a thermometer at home?"

"have it."

"Don't stand here, go back to bed and lie down."

She suddenly remembered that there were still some basic things in the medicine box last time.

Sang Ruo asked Jin Xun to go to the bedroom, and went to the kitchen to boil a pot of hot water.

She noticed that there was half a glass of water and opened pills on the table next to her, so she went out, and saw Jin Xun sitting on the sofa, looking at her with serious eyes.

"Have you taken medicine?"

"Well, two hours ago."

"Have you eaten yet?" She didn't see any traces of fire in his kitchen, let alone any food residue.

Jin Xun shook his head.

Seeing this, Sang Ruo frowned, "Then wait for me for a while." She turned her head back to the kitchen, searched up and down, and finally found only a bag of rice and some unopened seasoning bottles.

This is too clean.

Does he usually not eat? ? ?
Sang Ruo didn't think much, and tried to cook a porridge.

After finishing, she went to the living room, Jin Xun still kept the original sitting posture.

"I cooked some porridge for you, so you can't eat." She found a seat and sat down.

Seeing Jin Xun staring at him without speaking, Sang Ruo wondered, "What's wrong?"

"You saw it all today."

Sang Ruo felt that he might be talking about his father coming to school, so he simply nodded, "Yeah."

"Sangsang, this is me. Not only the teachers and classmates will be alienated, but even my biological father doesn't like me that much."

After saying that, Sang Ruo only felt that his heart was being grabbed, and the feeling from the previous school resurfaced at this time.

"Look, many people don't like me. But I like you more than anyone else. Do you think I'm not worthy..."

Perhaps it was because of his illness, his voice was a little vain, and the soft tone made people feel humble.

Sang Ruo raised her eyes to meet his gaze, "Is it true that whether you like a person or not needs to be judged according to the degree of likes and dislikes of others. What I think is my business and has nothing to do with others."

"Then what do you think of me now?"

Sang Ruo froze for a moment, realizing the purpose of this question, she was at a loss for words.

At this time, the water boiled and made a sound of prompting.

She immediately stood up and directly avoided his words, "I'll go pour some water first."

Jin Xun felt her escape at this moment, his eyes darkened a bit, and a layer of gloom appeared on his face.

Sang Ruo was standing in the kitchen pouring boiling water. She was still thinking about what Jin Xun said just now, so she didn't notice that the boiling water in the quilt was about to be filled.

A few seconds later, Jin Xun heard an exclamation from the kitchen.

He listened and rushed in quickly.

Seeing that the table was covered with steaming water, Sang Ruo stood not far away and patted the water droplets that splashed on his body.

He walked over with a sharp expression and pulled her out.

"Wait, let me clean up first..."

"You go."

Jin Xun's tone was heavy, mixed with a trace of anger.

Sang Ruo raised her head when she heard the words, thinking that she had heard wrongly, "Huh?"

"Go, I don't need you here."

"Then we have to wait until the porridge is ready, you are a patient..."

"It's none of your business." Jin Xun's tone was cold.

"Jin Xun, what do you mean?"

Jin Xun turned his back and didn't answer her again.

Sang Ruo put down the things in his hand and asked again: "Do you really want me to go?"

"Ah."

Sang Ruo took a deep breath, and helped him pour a glass of water, "Okay, I should go home."

After saying that, she passed him and left the kitchen.

Before going out, Sang Ruo didn't hear any movement inside, so she left.

When Jin Xun heard the sound of closing the door, he clenched his hands tightly into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were distinct.

(End of this chapter)