My wife is squeamish

Chapter 1138 Looks like drunk
Wait for An Zhi to take a shower and change her clothes.

Gong Zhan happened to come back with her favorite ginger milk tea, and bought a can of brown sugar and bread, both of which were high in calories.

An Zhi has a stomachache, so she likes to eat high-calorie foods.

High-calorie things can relieve pain, and when warm things enter the stomach, the body will also feel warm.

An Zhi was holding milk tea in one hand and bread in the other.

A sip of milk tea and a sip of bread made my belly bulge, and the pain didn't hurt so much.

Gong Zhan wrapped her up with a quilt, "I'll go to the meeting first, and after the meeting is over, I'll take you back, keep warm here, don't touch the cold water, understand?"

"Understood." An Zhiyang said.

"Good boy."

Gong Zhan rubbed her head, looked at her cute face, couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed her again.

Seeing that time was running out, he left.

Because I was worried about An Zhi's health, this meeting was extremely brief, it was simply deleted and deleted, and reduced again and again.

Come out of the conference room.

Gong Zhan didn't delay for a moment, and hurried to his office.

Open the door to the lounge.

An Zhi had already finished drinking milk tea and eating bread, and was hugging the quilt and falling asleep on the bed.

The little face was ruddy, but it really didn't look like the person who had a stomachache just now, her little chest was heaving and falling, Gong Zhan was a little bit reluctant to wake her up.

However, it is obviously better to go back to sleep.

The quilt in the lounge is obviously not thick enough, it is easy to freeze.

"Little guy, get up first."

He reached out and pushed her shoulder.

An Zhi whimpered, and rubbed her head on the pillow. The bag on the back of her head had long since dissipated, and she didn't look good even with a bald head.

So always wear a hat.

But rubbing against the pillow didn't hurt at all.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Gong Zhan simply hugged her up with a quilt, thought for a while, and whispered in her ear, "Little guy, little brother, take you out, you continue to sleep, but holding the hat can be a good idea." I can't wear it."

"Well, I don't want to hug, I can get up by myself." An Zhi hesitated for a while, then opened his eyes.

Just kidding, no hat, what if the bald part is seen?
In the eyes of others, she is a beautiful little princess, the kind who dresses up beautifully every day, so people can't see her bald.

It ruined other people's impression of her.

Gong Zhan was amused by her serious appearance, and scratched her nose, "You, I don't want people to see you are bald, so get up quickly."

"Yeah." An Zhi nodded, and got up from the bed with the quilt in his arms.

Standing on the ground, rubbing his belly, he yawned big.

Gong Zhan looked at the clean with indifference, covered with a white quilt, dragged on the ground, dusty and pitiful.

And the culprit didn't seem to notice.

Anzhi stood, feeling a little lighter in his lower abdomen, then stomped his feet and threw the quilt back on the bed.

Stretched a lot, and moaned, "Yeah, it's comfortable."

"Be careful, don't catch a cold." Gong Zhan took a coat and put it on her body, turned his head to look at the dirty quilt on the bed, and said calmly, "Let's go back."

Anzhi, who didn't feel it at all, nodded as if pecking at rice, "Yeah, I'm going back, I want to eat soup and rice at night, okay?"

"Okay, when I get back, I'll give you everything to eat." Gong Zhan kissed her ear, and put the hat on her head.

An Zhi stretched out his hand to tidy up, shook his head, took his arm, and said with a smile, "Let's go, go back to eat."

Gong Zhan shook his head helplessly, and took her out of the company.

When I got home, it was only six o'clock.

It's not time for dinner yet, but An Zhi feels her stomach is rumbling, even though she just finished drinking milk tea at the company.

Finished the bread.

Gong Zhan asked someone to make a cup of brown sugar for her. He used warm water, which didn't feel hot when held in his hand. "You should drink the brown sugar water first, and go upstairs to sleep after drinking it. I'll call you after dinner."

"But I'm very hungry now."

On this day of every month, she will be very hungry, and she can't eat enough at all.

It's not like usual, even if you're very hungry, you'll be fine after drinking milk tea and eating bread, but on this day of the month, you eat whatever you want.

Can't feel full.

She can only keep eating so that her stomach won't hurt.

It's all become a habit.

Gong Zhan is also used to it, so he turned his head helplessly, and said to the back, "Housekeeper, ask the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles for Miss, and put more meat."

"Okay, Young Master Gong." The housekeeper nodded, then turned and went to the kitchen.

"That's fine." Gong Zhan rubbed her head, and helped her take off her hat, and it was all at home.

The whole family knew she was bald, so there was no need to cover it up.

An Zhi was quite satisfied when he heard that there was meat to eat, and nodded, "Yeah, that's fine, give me the brown sugar water, I'll go upstairs after drinking."

Finally, it stopped making a fuss.

Gong Zhan heaved a sigh of relief, took the brown sugar water and handed it to her mouth.

Basically feed her to drink.

Brown sugar water has a very strange taste, and most people don't like to drink it, including An Zhi who has always liked sweetness.

She didn't like the smell either.

She wrinkled her nose as if drinking medicine, drank it in one gulp, burped, and patted her stomach, "I'm going upstairs first."

After speaking, she seemed to have been drunk.

With a red face, he walked upstairs unsteadily.

After Gong Zhan put down the cup, he quickly followed and helped her to go up, lest she accidentally fall down.

An Zhi turned his head and glanced at him, his brows and eyes curved, "I don't need your support."

"I look at you, it doesn't look like you drank brown sugar, but red wine, you'd better support her." Gong Zhan insisted on helping her upstairs.

Lest this one who doesn't look at his feet break his leg.

That would be miserable.

I have to cry until the sky is dark.

An Zhi put his head on his arm and rubbed, "Brown Tang won't get drunk, my stomach is warm and I feel a little sleepy."

Kind of dizzy.

Gong Zhan frowned, touched her little hand, and it was burned.

His heart froze, and he stretched out his hand to press her forehead again, it was really hot, no wonder his face was so red and wobbly.

It turned out to be a fever.

"Brother, your hands are so cold, are you cold?" An Zhi asked with narrowed eyes.

Before she realized it, she had a fever.

She stared blankly at him.

Gong Zhan was amused by her expression, "It's not that my hands are cold, it's that your body temperature is high, you don't even know you have a fever."

"Fever, it's impossible, I was fine just now." An Zhi sniffed, her head was heavy, but she firmly refused to admit that she had a fever.

"Maybe it was frozen when I got up in the lounge just now." Gong Zhan thought about it, but he could only think of when she got up and threw away the quilt just now.

It seemed to tremble a bit.

(End of this chapter)