38 degrees four?

He stood up and said, "no, I still have to go to the hospital."

The temperature below 38 ℃ 2 can be lowered physically, but if it exceeds 38 ℃, you must see a doctor.

Dragging the corner, Luo Xiaojing shrinks into the quilt: "I really can get rid of the fever after a sleep. I don't want to go to the hospital."

"You have to go if you don't want to." Leng Yu spewed out a few words strongly, and there was no room for discussion.

"But going to the hospital will make me worse." She hated the smell of formalin in the hospital, and even more hated the hopeless white. If Leng Yu had not been burned for her, she would not have wanted to step there all her life.

"Luo Xiaojing!"

Heavy tone with a strong displeasure, she in the end can take care of their own body.

"I hate hospitals." Luo Xiaojing's voice lowered, "once I go to the hospital, it will remind me of bad things."

When she went to school, she had learned the story of Bian que meeting Cai henggong. She knew that she should not avoid medical treatment, but she rejected the hospital.

Bad things?

Leng Yu chewed these words carefully. After a moment, he sighed helplessly: "well, don't go to the hospital first."

Luo Xiaojing poked out his indented head again: "then I have a rest."

"Well."

Luo Xiaojing blinked her eyes and was ready to see the great God leave. First, she said thank you and then goodbye. As a result, the great God sat back on his seat. Before sitting down, he took out a Book of mineralogy from the shelf next to him.

Cough!

Dashen, is that to stay with her?

Luo Xiaojing pinched his dry throat, cleared his throat and repeated, "boss, I'm going to have a rest."

"Well, sleep."

What the great God said was relaxed. He sat beside her bed like a mountain. How could she sleep?

"Boss, don't you rest?"

"I watch you rest."

“……”

Luo Xiaojing can't calm down: "I'm ok. I'll call you if I have something."

The eye light that seeks sweeps toward her, because of fever and change of red small face, like a small stove, always is clear eye mist, occasionally inhale nose, also tell him, in fact, she is very uncomfortable.

Turning to look at the alarm clock at the head of the bed, Leng Yu said, "I have to take your temperature every other hour, so I have to be here."

"I can do it myself."

Leng Yu's face sank: "this is the boss's order."

How he hoped that Luo Xiaojing could be as delicate as other girls, but what about her? On the contrary, stubborn to death.

"You are the sculptor of Royal ornaments. It's related to the time when Fanhua will be on the market. I must guarantee that you can get rid of the fever as soon as possible."

Afraid that the strength is not enough, Leng Yu rises to the new product progress of the Royal decoration to crush Luo Xiaojing. This move really works, and Luo Xiaojing doesn't say a word.

Suddenly he thought of something. Leng Yu put down his mineralogy and went out of the room. After a while, he came back with the antipyretic paste he had just taken out of the refrigerator.

Tearing open the package and sticking it on Luo Xiaojing's forehead, he picks up the mineralogy on the seat again and concentrates on it.

Luo Xiaojing's forehead is cool, but her whole body is as hot as a flame. There is the temperature in her body, and the God gives it to her.

"Boss, are you comfortable sitting like that?"

He has burns on his back. He must be very uncomfortable with his back against the hard back of the chair.

"Not bad."

"Here's the pillow."

After taking the pillow from Luo Xiaojing, Leng Yu continues to read.

It seems that the God is not going to leave, but he is so close to sit by her bed, Luo Xiaojing can not say the uncomfortable.

There were only two of them in the same room. The sound of anguished breathing overlapped with the sound of steady breathing. Luo Xiaojing twisted his eyebrows and glanced at him. He was sitting leisurely in his seat, with his face still unchanged when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.

How did the great God sit so calm?

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. God knows how charming the God is.

"Luo Xiaojing."

Suddenly a light call interrupted Luo Xiaojing's mind, she lengxia: "ah?"

"If you stare at me like that again, I'll jump on it."

It took her three seconds to react, and she quickly covered her hot face with a quilt.

What to do? What to do? Her little heart is beating even harder.

And she also found a more serious thing, if it was not for dragging the sick body, she might have gone to fight God.

"That..." She rummaged about the topic to ease her embarrassment. "The boss has read all the books on the shelf, hasn't he?"

"Yes." Luo Xiaojing is shy and happy. He bends his lips and his tone is sweet.

"Boss's usual hobby is reading professional books?" Luo xiaojingquan can't feel it, and all he thinks about is how to successfully transfer the topic.Leng Yu flipped the page: "this year is much less, because time is not enough."

He answered seriously, and Luo Xiaojing, who was interviewed by fan Mei in one second, also thought seriously: "is it the new product of Royal decoration that consumes too much of boss's mind?"

"I think so." He happened to read about the cleavage of almandine, "the Royal ornament has never tried carving. This time, it's an adventure. The preparation in the early stage is not enough, and in the later stage, it's a bit of a rush."

"Why do you suddenly want to try carving?" This is what Luo Xiaojing always wants to know.

"Obsession." Yu Guang of Leng Yu's eyes slipped out and landed on Luo Xiaojing. He took it back without any trace. "Teacher Luo rouluo is also my most respected sculptor. I think I should and can do something for her."

"Feelings?"

Thinking of the accident, he hesitated: "it can also be said that."

"That's..." Luo Xiaojing bit his lip, "salute to the master?"

As soon as the words came out, Luo Xiaojing regretted that she held her mother so high. Isn't it a little too modest?

"Yes, salute." Don't want to Leng Yu definitely nodded, "in my heart, teacher Luo is worthy of carving master."

"If mom is still alive, she will be very happy to hear your praise." Her mother, Luo Rou, is a sculptor who is sure that others will be happy for several days. Luo Xiaojing always thinks that her optimism is definitely inherited from her mother.

After a few more words, Luo Xiaojing's tiredness gradually surged up.

Sleeping, she is still very uncomfortable, with the tangled dreams and changing scenes.

"Luo Xiaojing, you are a wild seed. No one knows your father. Your mother gave birth to you on purpose to disgrace our Luo family."

"Xiaojing, it's your mother who's sorry for you. You were born without a father."

"Mom, open your eyes and look at me. Mom, don't die, mom!"

There's ridicule, there's apology, there's car accident, there's fire

Luo Xiaojing shouts hard, but Luo Rou's shadow floats farther and farther.

"Mom!"