The host is charming and charming

Chapter 133 The Sick Junior Begged Me to Coax Him Again (16)

Our classmate Xiao Song walked around for several hours the day before yesterday with a wet body, and yesterday was blowing cold wind and drinking;

After going back and forth, the cold immediately came to the door.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Zhaoge came out of the Academy of Fine Arts. When he walked to the school gate, he remembered that he still had Song Yan's salary card in his pocket.

So, Zhaoge took out his mobile phone and called Song Yan, intending to send someone to get the card.

"Hey?"

The other party's voice was lazy, not very energetic, and a little hoarse.

Zhaoge sensed something was wrong, "Song Yan, do you have a cold?"

The other side was silent for a moment, then gave a light "um", and then said: "I'm a little dizzy, I'll be fine after a rest."

Zhaoge ignored his words and asked, "Do you have medicine in your dormitory?"

"I'm not in the apartment. I didn't go back too late yesterday. I'm in the apartment now. This way..."

The person on the other side hesitated for a moment, there were rustling things, as if they were looking through things, "Don't worry, I have medicine here."

Zhaoge: "..."

The medicine has just been dug out, so this big brother is just consuming it when he catches a cold? ? !

Zhaoge sighed, "Send me the address, and I'll come find you."

Song Yan originally wanted to say no, but when the words reached his throat, for some reason, he forced himself to hold back.

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Ge walked towards the parking space.Halfway through, a male voice came from behind, "Zhaoge?"

Zhaoge paused slightly, turned around and saw Song Junzhe.

"President Song, what a coincidence."

Song Junzhe is elegant and refined, and Zhaoge is a "living legend" that often appears in the Academy of Fine Arts these days. The two stand together, and people who pass by will look at them intentionally or unconsciously.

Song Junzhe said: "I heard that Zhaoda painters often appear in University A these days, it seems to be true."

Zhao Ge: Unexpectedly, this is all for chasing your brother.

Unwilling to be lonely, a barrage flashed across the consciousness, Zhaoge said with a calm smile:
"Mr. Song is joking. I just came to find Teacher Qin to learn from him. Mr. Song is waiting for someone?"

Song Junzhe nodded, and said in a simple but shocked way: "Come to pick up a friend. By the way, Zhaoge, that painting..."

When he said this, Zhao Ge immediately guessed who this friend was, "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I'll let you send it out in October."

The painting Song Junzhe was talking about was an oil painting he ordered here at Zhaoge, and it was used to express love on Leng Li's birthday.

Not to mention, without the involvement of Yuanshen and Song Yan in the love path of the hero and heroine, the two went so smoothly that they directly became a sweet text mode.

As for her, although there is no male protagonist in the strategy mission, she still has to do business.

Song Junzhe is a big client, and the price he offered was generous, so he couldn't go against the money.

Between this and that, on the contrary, the KPI of the original body was indirectly completed, and a friendship with the male protagonist was reached.

"Brother Jun Zhe!"

"Lengli, this way."

The girl with the ball head on the opposite side waved lightly, and trotted towards Song Junzhe, with joy in her voice, "Brother Junzhe, why did you come here so soon. This is your friend?"

Zhaoge stretched out his hand generously, "Hello, my name is Zhaoge."

Song Junzhe introduced the two to each other: "Xiaoli, this is the painter I mentioned to you; Zhaoge, this is Lengli."

Whether it was the three people present or Song Yan who was lying in the apartment, they were all influential figures in University A, and they knew who they were as soon as their names were mentioned.

Leng Li's face was a little surprised, and she shook Zhaoge's hand, "So it's my senior, I've known you for a long time. Senior, I've always liked you, I wonder if I can add a contact information?"

Regarding the little girl's liking, Zhaoge smiled and said, "Okay. I went to see your performance last time, it was wonderful."

Leng Li was a little embarrassed, "Thank you senior sister for liking it."

Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Zhaoge said: "Then I won't delay you, goodbye."

Song Junzhe nodded, "Be careful on the road."

After bidding farewell to the two, Zhaoge drove to the address sent by Song Yan.

When she reached the door of the apartment, she had just rang the bell when the door opened from the inside.

Song Yan was wearing black ice silk pajamas, and his jet-black hair looked a little messy, as if he had just gotten out of bed, with an abnormal blush on his face.

With a cold little hand on his forehead, Song Yan paused, looking down at the owner of the hand.

Zhaoge withdrew his hand, tried it on his forehead again, frowned slightly and entered the door and said, "Have you taken your temperature?"

"38.3 °"

"This is a fever, have you taken antipyretics?"

Song Yan shook his head, "Not yet."

There was a medical kit on the table, Zhao Ge went straight to it, and picked through it for a while to find the antipyretic medicine, "Take the antipyretic medicine first, if the fever doesn't subside, you have to go to the hospital."

She paused, raised her head and said, "Song Yan, have you eaten yet?"

Song Yan coughed guiltily, "I've eaten."

"What to eat?"

Song Yan: "..."

Facing Zhaoge's gaze, Song Yan was finally defeated, "Okay, I lied to you. I don't have any appetite or hunger, so I'll just..."

Zhaoge took a deep breath, he is a patient, don't worry about him, don't worry about it.

She turned around and went to the refrigerator to search for available ingredients. Her tone was a bit fierce, and she looked very bluffing, "Wait, I'll cook some porridge for you. Taking medicine on an empty stomach hurts your stomach."

Song Yan was slightly taken aback, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing her working in the kitchen, he leaned against the door and kept staring at her.

After a while, Song Yan sat at the dining table, eating the porridge in the bowl mouthful, and Shun Mao looked harmless.

Zhaoge looked at him with his chin propped up, not to mention, this guy looked pretty good when he was sick.

She resisted the urge to touch his hair, and said: "After taking the medicine later, go to bed and have a good sleep."

Song Yan put down the spoon, looked up at her and said, "Are you leaving?"

Zhaoge silently added in his heart, still very clingy.

She coaxed slowly, "I'll leave after your fever subsides."

Song Yan's eyes brightened slightly, and after taking the medicine, he really felt sleepy.He was lying on the bed drowsy, but his hands did not loosen at all.

Zhaoge sat by the bed, checked Song Yan's body temperature from time to time, finally yawned again and again, and just fell asleep lying on the bed.

When Song Yan woke up at night, the night light by the bed was still on, and the warm touch came from his hands.

He looked sideways at Zhaoge's sleeping face for a while, then carried him to the bed.

When she woke up the next day, Zhaoge turned over in a daze, feeling the softness under her body, she immediately woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face in front of her, so close that she could even count the number of eyelashes of Song Yan.

Immediately, Zhaoge even became cautious about breathing, but his face was full of confusion.

No, why did she lie down with Song Yan?
Zhaoge's gaze moved down slightly, was it still covered with the same quilt? !

【Are you surprised?Host! 】

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She wanted to cry but had no tears. If Song Yan woke up, the scene where her eyes met would be a bit embarrassing.Zhaoge pushed back half of the quilt and sat up slowly.

When her feet were about to touch the ground, a big hand hugged her shoulders from behind and pulled her into her arms.

With a slight sinking on the shoulders, a furry head leaned over, and said in a magnetic voice:
"Sister, you have to be responsible to me."

(End of this chapter)