Mr. Feng's sickly daily life

Chapter 11 She Has No Experience Taking Care of Living People
Jiang Yimian didn't pick it up, and asked him to stand aside, "Where is your parking space, I'll help you park there."

Feng Beiting covered his lips and coughed, and pointed to the place next to her parking space.

"it is good."

She didn't expect that the parking spaces of the two of them were next to each other.

After parking Feng Beiting's car securely, Jiang Yimian handed him the car keys, "Hurry up and go home and rest, drink more hot water to sweat."

"Thank you." He took the car keys.

Jiang Yimian accidentally touched his fingertips, the temperature was very hot.

She thinks his temperature is at least 38 degrees now.

"Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" The appearance of this "sick beauty" is really worrying.

Besides, he must have fallen ill because of her.

Thinking about it this way, Miss Jiang felt even more guilty.

"Just take a break, it's okay." Feng Beiting himself didn't care too much, he was still thinking about the incident where he bumped into Jiang Yimian's car, "Your car..."

"Oh, that doesn't matter. We'll talk about it when you're better."

He was in such a hurry to settle with her that he made it seem like she was stingy.

Although she is indeed a bit stingy.

Nodding slightly at her, Feng Beiting dragged his sick body towards the elevator, his footsteps were a little flimsy, as if he would faint at any moment.

Jiang Yimian stared at his back for a while, subconsciously bulging her cheeks.

Sitting in the car again, before she released the handbrake, the man in the rearview mirror disappeared. She was startled, and leaned her head out the window to look, and sure enough, she saw him fainted on the ground.

tsk...

So delicate.

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Carrying Feng Beiting back home after "crossing mountains and rivers", Jiang Yimian came to a conclusion.

It turns out that a tall man is more vulnerable to illness than a woman, at least she has never passed out due to a high fever since she was a child.

Feng Beiting's height is about 185cm, and Jiang Yimian is only 165cm. Holding him up is like carrying a mountain on her back. In the end, she couldn't walk anymore. When she got out of the elevator, she grabbed his armpits with both hands, almost dragging him out Walking, like a perverted murderer who disposes of the corpse after the murder.

It's so hard to die, I ran into a neighbor when I got out of the elevator.

They were an elderly couple, the way they looked at Jiang Yimian was like watching a ghost.

"He, he, he fainted, I'll take him back." She explained a minute later, she was afraid they would call the police.

The old couple didn't even dare to look any further, they stepped into the elevator with windy feet, poking the elevator button like whack-a-mole, obviously terrified to the extreme.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

It seems that it is better not to explain it.

After finally sending Feng Beiting back to his home, Jiang Yimian went back to her own home to get him some medicine.

When he went back, the man was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. The bright red color occupied the man's face. He was obviously sick, but his beauty was even more shocking.

A wedge of sunlight passed through the window and fell silently on his face.

The drooping eyelashes, the sound of soft breathing, and the feeling of black hair sinking into the pillow, it is very quiet.

Quiet just right.

It's a pity that she must now break the silence.

"Feng Beiting, wake up." She squatted by the sofa, reached out and poked his arm, "Take the medicine before going to sleep."

He woke up slowly, as if it was a long way from where he was to where she was.

The moment he saw Jiang Yimian, Feng Beiting's eyes had the peculiar tear-like luster and fleeting confusion that is unique to cold patients.

Obviously, he was a little surprised how she was at his house.

She didn't bother to explain to him, and directly stuffed the medicine and the water glass into his hand, "Take the medicine, sleep, and the cold will be cured when you wake up."

She has no experience caring for the living...

More often than not, those in her "care" died.

In rare cases, she is the one being cared for.

"Thank you." Feng Beiting's voice was a little hoarse, probably due to coughing.

After putting the medicine into her mouth, Jiang Yimian obviously saw his frown furrowed, she smiled unkindly in her heart, and tried her best to tighten her lips, worried that she would be exposed.

Although she has never taken it, she has theoretical knowledge, and the medicine is so bitter that it makes people lose control of their expressions.

Seeing that he finished taking the medicine, Jiang Yimian was about to retire, "Then go to bed early."

"Please take me back." Feng Beiting stood up holding the sofa. He intended to send Jiang Yimian to the door, but when he stood up, he felt dizzy for a while, and then fell heavily back on the sofa.

Jiang Yimian: "..."

She's a sickly beauty who collapses when the wind blows.

Miss Jiang rubbed her earlobe thoughtfully, and finally reached out to support him, "I'll help you back to the bedroom to rest."

This time, Feng Beiting didn't even have a voice.

He has a bad burn.

This point, I had a deeper understanding when Jiang Yimian held him up again.

The body temperature is frighteningly high, the kind that feels like it will spontaneously combust at any time.

The decoration style of Feng Beiting's bedroom is the same as that of the living room, fresh and simple, yet refined.

The sheets and quilt are both beige, and she still feels that it doesn't match his impression.

she feels...

The quilt should be covered with red silk, embroidered with large peonies, which are gorgeous and beautiful, and the country is beautiful and heavenly, that will suit him.

Tucking him into the quilt, Jiang Yimian tore off a cooling patch and stuck it on his forehead, helped him tuck the quilt before getting up and leaving.

Quietly closing the bedroom door, her footsteps finally stopped when she reached the door.

I don't know if I can get rid of the fever smoothly...

In fact, colds are the hardest to get rid of in summer, because the weather is too stuffy, and when people come out of the air-conditioned room, the temperature difference between cold and hot will cause colds, and even if they get better for a while, it is easy to relapse.Scratching her head in embarrassment, the little angel in Miss Jiang's heart finally defeated the little devil for a rare time, and went back to change into a light sportswear and came to Feng Beiting's house again.

She is not a nosy person, maybe because the other party has shown her kindness over and over again, so she can't leave him alone at this moment, whether as a compatriot, a neighbor or a public servant.

half an hour...

After the effect of the medicine came up, she could go away with peace of mind.

Sitting on the carpet in Feng Beiting's house, Jiang Yimian flipped through the documents at hand, her crooked eyebrows frowned.

The sun shines on her body, warm.

A new white rose was replaced in the vase on the piano, and there was an extra delicate glass bottle next to it, which looked like aromatherapy.

Halfway through the information, Jiang Yimian suddenly felt drowsy.

The black English letters seemed to turn into hypnotic notes, jumping up from the paper and dancing and singing around her joyfully, urging her to close her eyelids quickly.

In a daze, Miss Jiang couldn't help but sigh in her heart, it seems that not only is there such a thing as energy conservation, sleep also needs to be conserved.

I didn't get enough sleep yesterday, so I immediately got it back today.

but……

This drowsiness came too fast, like a tornado.

The last trace of thoughts dissipated, Jiang Yimian's body fell limply to the side as if she had lost all strength, her head was firmly supported by a beautiful hand when she was still a few centimeters from the ground.

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　　【small theater】

　　Daqi: Wow!Pervert is coming!Mianmian, run!
　　Mianmian: I can't run away.

　　Daqi: Why?
　　Mianmian: The hands are so pretty, I can't walk just looking at them.

　　Daqi: ... What about your three views on Mianmian?

　　Mianmian: Are you talking about the Three Views with me?You arranged for me to fall in love with a pervert, so why talk about three views!
　　Daqi: ...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)