Losing love and losing you

The two people just stayed quietly, but Qing'er also knew herself. She just had to comfort herself. After a while, Qing'er loosened her grip on Zhao Yutao.

"Thank you!" Qing'er said shyly.

"It doesn't matter. In fact, I should say thank you." Zhao Yutao said equivocally.

"Maybe. Hehe. How long will it take to finish it? I'm a little hungry after I haven't eaten all day." Qing'er didn't get too much entanglement on this topic, but turned the topic to dinner.

Hearing Qing'er's words, Zhao Yutao was also relieved. He is a man of courage, insight and eloquence in his career. But in dealing with the relationship between men and women, he is like a young adult boy, shy and obscure.

"You'll get better soon. If you're tired, lie down for a while. You have nothing at home and can only deal with one bite tonight. Tomorrow I'll go to the supermarket to buy something to deliver." Zhao Yutao said very naturally.

"It's all right. I'll just buy it myself. I haven't come downstairs these days and I don't want to buy it." Qing'er's heart is warm. No matter where she is in Zhao Yutao's heart, as long as Zhao Yutao cares about her, she is also satisfied.

"Forget it. Don't worry about it. You haven't recovered from illness. You're weak. Wait until you're better. I'm free to come and cook you some delicious food these two days. In this way, you can recover faster." Zhao Yutao said involuntarily.

"I'm really fine. Don't you think I'm fine now? You have so many things every day. Don't pay attention to me. If you have something, you'll call you." Qing'er said with a smile.

"Besides, go wash your face. I'll get out of the pot right away. You drink some hot porridge and take the medicine." Zhao Yutao said to Qing'er.

"OK!" Qing'er went directly to the toilet to wash her face. Now the toilet looks at herself in the mirror. She is really haggard. It seems that she hasn't washed her face for several days.

After washing his face, Zhao Yutao had filled the porridge out and blew it a little bit, trying to cool the porridge as soon as possible. And the eggs have been peeled and put on the plate.

Looking at Zhao Yutao who is doing everything for herself carefully, Qing'er feels that most of her illness has been cured.

In fact, people are like this. When you are sick, you not only need to take medicine, but also need someone to treat your heart.

"After washing, sit down quickly and eat the eggs first. The porridge is still hot. I can eat it by blowing." Zhao Yutao said while blowing.

"I don't know why. I think you are so handsome now. No wonder they like to find a gentle and considerate man who can do housework. It seems that I need to find one quickly. Ha ha." Qing'er joked while eating the peeled eggs.

"On your terms, I can't find anything. It's just that you're not thinking about it now. But I can remind you that you must be old as soon as possible." Zhao Yutao urged.

"Come on, come on, how can you catch up with your expediting parents? Are you very old this year? You're just saying something in your 70s and 80s." Qing'er said angrily.

"OK, I don't bother you. It doesn't matter if you don't worry. I'm here now, but you have to hurry when I don't have time to accompany you." Zhao Yutao said.

"Well, OK. I'll look for it when I get there." Qing'er didn't refuse. But happily agreed.

"When the porridge is ready, drink it quickly. Take the medicine after drinking. Put your head out and I'll see if it's hot." Zhao Yutao ordered.

And Qing'er also skillfully put her head out. Let Zhao Yutao feel his temperature.

Zhao Yutao touched qinger's forehead with his hand, and then touched his own, feeling the difference in temperature between the two.

"Fortunately, the temperature is not high. I was in a hurry and didn't know your symptoms, so I bought some cold medicine. Since I don't have a fever, I'd like to take some common cold medicine. I keep the rest at home to save my illness. I don't even have any medicine." Zhao Yutao said bitterly.

"Brother Tao, you said that sometimes I don't feel like a brother, and more often I feel like a father. I don't have a brother and I haven't felt fatherly love, so I'm confused about this feeling. Tell me, what kind of you are." Qing'er said playfully.

"Silly girl, no matter what kind of love I have for you, you just need to know that you have a place in my heart." Zhao Yutao said while looking at the explanation, and then answered Qing'er's words.

"Do I really have a place in your heart?" Qing'er asked with some surprise.

"Of course. I'm not sure, even when I promised you that I would take down the rose hotel. But I learned today when I heard that you were ill. You still have a place in my heart." Zhao Yutao didn't hide it. He told Qing'er bluntly.

"Ha ha, I'm also very important. Thank you, brother Tao. I know you have feelings you can't give up. In that case, you'll be my brother in the future. In this way, others won't gossip about you." Qing'er suddenly suggested.

"OK. Since you are willing to recognize me as a brother, I prefer to recognize you as a sister." Zhao Yutao agreed without hesitation. In his heart, the result was his favorite.

"Brother hug." Qing'er suddenly put down her spoon and opened her arms to Zhao Yutao.

"Silly girl." Zhao Yutao didn't refuse, but also opened his arms and hugged Qing'er. This hug, two people do not have any thoughts, is completely the kind of emotional exchange between brothers and sisters.

"OK. Finish the porridge quickly. I've got all the medicine ready. I'll take it in a minute." Zhao Yutao patted Qing'er's forehead and urged.

"Yes!" Qing'er seems to have untied the knot in her heart, and she is in a particularly good mood. It seems that she suddenly has a big appetite and wolfs down with a bowl.

"You slow down, not enough to make it for you." Zhao Yutao said with a frown. He was really afraid that Qing'er would choke.

"It's all right. Suddenly I feel so hungry. This porridge is delicious." after a while, Qing'er drank up all the porridge cooked by Zhao Yutao, two bowls of porridge. Zhao Yutao was a little surprised.

"Well, I'm so full." Qing'er touched her nonexistent stomach. It seems that you see I'm so full.

"Have you had enough." Zhao Yutao asked fondly.

"I'm full. I haven't eaten so much for a long time. I feel much better from my cold." Qing'er stall sat in a chair and said with some unfinished ideas.

"I'll cook it for you tomorrow. I'll cook something else for you tomorrow. I can't always drink porridge." Zhao Yutao thought and said.

"OK, but do you have time? Don't you have to accompany the children?" Qing'er asked.

"Yes, but I can accompany you after I'm with my child. Now you're sick and there can't be no one around. The ball has a few days to go on holiday. I can accompany you for two days," said Zhao Yutao.