Marry and fall in love with Mr. Zhou

Chapter 9 I'll Marry You
Song Yanchu helped Zhou Hao into the bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, and the temperature difference between the room and the living room was quite large. She helped Zhou Hao to the bed, took off his coat and covered him with the air-conditioning quilt.

"If you don't go to the hospital, you lie down for a while, and I'll get the thermometer and cold medicine."

Zhou Hao nodded slightly, his eyes were as calm as a deep spring, and his thin lips curled slightly, "Thank you."

Song Yanchu also smiled, "Needless to say thank you, after all you have helped me even more."

There seemed to be some emotion in the man's eyes, and he said hoarsely, "Well, don't say thank you, we are already husband and wife."

"Husband and wife, it is right to share joys and sorrows together."

Song Yanchu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to say.She subconsciously pinched her fingernails, turned around and went out: "You lie down first, and I'll go find medicine."

Zhou Hao tilted his head, looking at the slender figure in the living room.

She was like a fawn in the woods, frightened and running around.

Not long after, Song Yanchu came back with a thermometer and a cup of thick cold medicine.Zhou Hao cooperated very well, sitting up Wei Wei put the thermometer under his arm, and drank the cold medicine in one gulp.

The phone rang in the living room, and the two of them glanced at the living room.

Zhou Hao put down the cold medicine cup, Song Yanchu had already got up, and said, "It should be your mobile phone, let me get it for you."

Zhou Hao licked his lips with a calm, gentle and calm expression.

"It should be your company's number." Song Yanchu came over with her mobile phone, and saw "Secretary Zhang" written on the note on the screen.

She handed it to Zhou Hao, but Zhou Hao didn't pick it up, "You pick it up for me."

"Does it fit?"

Zhou He chuckled, took a sip of hot water, his voice became more comfortable, his back was hot and sweaty, "What's wrong?"

Hearing the man's answer, Song Yanchu remembered what Zhou Hao said just now.

They are husband and wife.

She flickered her eyes, landed on the gray air-conditioning quilt, answered the phone, "Hello."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Zhou is sick and has a bad throat. I'll ask him."

"Secretary Zhang said that I will have a dinner with Shin Tae Lee at noon, and there are two important documents that need your signature."

Zhou Hao replied hoarsely: "Let him find the vice president, and put the documents on my desk first."

Song Yanchu turned back truthfully, and asked silently, "Is there anything else?"

On the other end of the phone, Secretary Zhang nodded and said yes, and two seconds later, he asked curiously, "Excuse me?"

"If it's okay, I'll hang up first." Song Yanchu hung up the phone gently, put the phone on the coffee table, looked at the weak man on the bed, and reached out to him, "Let me take a look at the thermometer, if it's really serious, I'd better go there Hospital."

"You're very busy, don't delay your business."

Zhou He took out the thermometer and gave it to her, his voice was very soft, like a whisper, with an inexplicable gentleness, "It shouldn't be serious, just take some medicine and rest for a day."

Song Yanchu looked at the temperature on the thermometer against the light, it was 38.3 degrees.

The good-looking smoked eyebrows frowned, and persuaded: "38, go to the hospital."

Zhou Hao didn't like the hospital very much. He pulled the quilt and closed his eyes, his voice hoarse: "I'll be fine after a night of sleep."

Song Yanchu stood by the bed, the man had already closed his eyes.Two seconds later, Song Yanchu sighed softly, chose to respect his choice, and said softly: "Then you go to sleep first, and I'll help you cook some porridge."

Zhou Hao heard the sound of closing the door, he opened his eyes, the bedroom door was already closed, and his vision was dim.

He gathered the quilt and closed his eyes.

There is a picture that has appeared in his mind many times, even in dreams.

It was very late at the graduation party, Song Yanchu was wearing a yellow suspender pleated skirt, her hair was tied high into a ball head, and she also had a lot of fluffy hair. The lights in the corridor of the karaoke hall were very bright, and every hair was clearly visible.

The little girl drank a lot of wine and was very drunk, but she still called his name correctly.

He looked up at him and said, Zhou Hao, after seven years, if you still like me, I will marry you.

　It was minus 3 degrees yesterday, and the air conditioner was turned on.

　　Woke up tonight with dry skin.

　　I put on a mask: "Aren't women made of water? Why do I do this?"

　　Roommate: "Women are made of water, you are made of cement."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)