My wife is squeamish

Chapter 162 Jingjing, Are You Very Good

Anzhi has a fever, which comes and goes quickly.

Before going to bed at night, Gong Zhan measured her temperature with a thermometer, and it was 37.5, which is normal.

But the little guy refused to sleep alone because he was sick.

"Little brother, why don't you just sleep with Zhizhi." An Zhi used both hands and feet, hanging on Gong Zhan's body, looking at him eagerly with Heishuishui's eyes.

Gong Zhan was troubled by her and had no choice but to nod, "Okay, sleep with you, sleep with you."

He was mainly worried that An Zhi would kick the quilt again in the middle of the night and catch a cold again.

"Little brother is so kind, Zhizhi loves little brother the most." An Zhi frowned, and sent him another good card.

Gong Zhan smiled helplessly, and patted her little butt, "Okay, you come down first, little brother goes to wash his face first."

"Yeah, then Zhizhi will make the bed."

An Zhi is like a little daughter-in-law, sweetly running to the bed, saying that she is making the bed, but in fact she is just throwing off the quilt and lying in it.

Then hugged the quilt happily.

After Gong Zhan washed her face, when she came out, she was already asleep.

Perhaps feeling that there was someone more beside him, An Zhi subconsciously let go of the quilt, turned over, and slipped into his arms, feeling warm.

In her sleep, she curled the corners of her mouth.

"Baby, good night." Gong Zhan looked at the little guy in his arms, couldn't help kissing her forehead, hugged her waist, and closed his eyes.

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the next day.

An Zhi seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, got up as usual, had breakfast, and followed Gong Zhan to school.

on the seat.

Fang Jing saw An Zhi who was alive and kicking as usual.

The worry in my heart finally disappeared.

She held her hand tightly, frowned and said, "An Zhi, it's great that you're fine, you scared me to death yesterday."

"Let's not talk about this sad thing, did you bring the things you brought?" An Zhi grabbed her with his backhand, and kept squinting under her desk.

The sadness that Fang Jing had finally brewed was completely destroyed in this way, and she sat upright angrily.

Reaching out to dig under the desk, he took out a black bag.

Throw it to her, "here, here you are."

An Zhi happily took the bag, opened it and took a look inside. It was pink, and nodded with satisfaction, "Jingjing, you are very good."

"An Zhi, what is in your hand?"

The boy at the front desk heard the movement and turned around. Seeing her holding the bag, he also poked his head to look at it.

Anzhi gave a 'shua', hugged the bag, and did not show him, "It's nothing, you should hurry up and do your homework, the class representative will come to collect it later."

"Aww, I'll write right away."

The boy at the front desk glanced at the time, turned around in a hurry, and continued copying homework.

An Zhi glanced around from the corner of her eye, and several classmates looked at her curiously. This thing must never be discovered.

So, she quickly put it away.

Fang Jing thought for a while, but still didn't understand what she wanted to do, so she leaned over and asked in a low voice, "An Zhi, who do you want to give this dress to?"

"Hey, do you know if I tell you?" An Zhi smiled slyly, revealing two leaky front teeth.

Fang Jing looked like she wanted to laugh, but she was afraid of hurting An Zhi's self-esteem, so she could only force herself to remain expressionless, "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Brother Gong Zhan."

"You're not allowed to file a complaint, I just need Zhizhi to tell you, the clothes are paid to brother Tingyu." An Zhi muttered, her delicate brows frowned.

"Who is Brother Tingyu?" Fang Jing had never heard of this name.

(End of this chapter)