My dear President, Please make a detour

"Do you like it here?" Yin Ming looked at her and asked with a smile.

She nodded mildly, her eyes twinkling with fine light.

Yin Ming reached out and rubbed her hair with a gentle tone: "I'll often bring you later."

Gentle smiled and rubbed his palm. They ate and said sweet little love words.

After bathing in the hot spring, it may be a long time, so Wenya just feels dizzy.

She shook her head and barely stood still.

Yin Ming finds her strange and takes her to his arms.

"What's the matter?" Yin Ming asked in a low voice.

Wen Ya smiled and said carelessly, "it's nothing. I suddenly feel dizzy. It's all right now."

Yin Ming frowned, hugged her in his arms and strode back to the room.

When returning to the room, Yin Ming accidentally bumped into a man.

The man lived opposite them. When he opened the door, he was unprepared and bumped into them.

"I'm really sorry," the man said.

And Wenya was stunned when she heard the sound.

"Song Jingyi." Wenya shows her head from Yin Ming's arms and looks at the person in front of her in surprise.

Song Jingyi didn't expect it to be her, and his eyes suddenly flashed a touch of surprise.

"Why are you here?" Song Jingyi felt superfluous after asking this question.

What else can you be here for? Naturally, I came to play with this man.

Thinking of this, song Jingyi looked up at Yin Ming.

He's always curious about this man.

What's the charm of this man who can make Wenya die for him?

"I just had time, so I came to play." Wenya smiled: "what about you? Are you also here to see the flower sea?"

Then Wenya deliberately ambiguous said, "you shouldn't come alone this time? Is there any company around you?"

Song Jingyi smiled and shook his head: "I came alone. A customer happened to be here, so I can only come and talk about the business with him in person."

The gentle expression suddenly regretted.

"I really didn't bring my girlfriend here?" Wenya asked incredulously.

Song Jingyi smiled and staggered: "do you want to come in and check?"

Wen Ya saw him like this and waved his hand: "forget it, I believe you don't have a girlfriend."

While the two were talking, Yin Ming completely became a background board.

"Cough." the background board was a little unhappy. He deliberately cleared his throat and said, "Yaya, we should pay a return visit."

Wen Ya heard his voice and said, "I want to talk to Jingyi for a while."

Yin Ming's face was a little black, but in the face of his rival, he slowed down his voice and coaxed: "if you really want to chat with others, shall we go back and change our clothes first?"

Now they are still wearing pajamas. Although the pajamas are conservative and don't show anything, it's still not very elegant to stand at the door.

Gentle meditation for a few seconds, then nodded.

"All right, Jingyi, we'll talk later." Wenya turned her head and said to song Jingyi.

After the two people said goodbye, Yin Ming directly took the man back to his room.

When closing the door, Yin Ming also deliberately slammed the door, as if he was deliberately venting his unhappiness to the people outside the door.

"Hey, why are you making so much noise?" Wenya was also startled in his arms.

Yin Ming squeezed out a smile: "my hand is too strong by accident."

He gave a gentle murmur and struggled to get out of his arms.

"I'm all right. Don't always hold me."

Yin Ming put her on the bed and turned to get the thermometer.

"Take your temperature, let me see if you have a fever." Yin Ming carefully clamped the thermometer under her arm.

Gentle while being manipulated by him, he protested helplessly: "I'm really fine. Why don't you believe it?"

Yin Ming pressed her arm to keep her from moving.

A few minutes later, the thermometer was taken out.

Yin Ming looked at the degree on the thermometer, and then turned black in an instant.

"He said he didn't have a fever. Look for yourself." Yin Ming took the thermometer in front of her with a black face.

Well, 37 degrees six.

Although the fever is not particularly high, it is really a fever.

In fact, Yin Ming can't figure out what's going on. He seems to be able to eat and speak. He's in good spirits, but he has an inexplicable fever.

Maybe acclimatized?

"You stay in your room. I remember there is a drugstore near the hotel. I'll buy you some antipyretic drugs and try them first." Yin Ming told me.

Wenya was wrapped in the quilt by him, like a silkworm chrysalis, dissatisfied and said: "in fact, I'll just sleep, and the burning is not high. You don't have to be so troublesome..."

"Close your eyes and have a rest." Yin Ming didn't listen to her at all. "I'll go out and come back soon."

After setting her, Yin Ming turned and left the room.

At the door, I didn't want to see song Jingyi.

He stood outside as if waiting for him to open the door.

Yin Ming frowned and was about to go around him when the latter opened his mouth.

"I just saw that her face was a little wrong. I guess she was a little uncomfortable." Song Jingyi smiled lightly: "I have some medicine here. Take it."

Yin Ming looked at his pocket of medicine and said faintly, "no, I'll buy it now."

"Why waste time." Song Jingyi held the posture of handing him the medicine: "she's not feeling well now. If you really want to get angry with me, you'll waste time, tut -"

"I'll probably think you're a little naive."

After Song Jingyi's words, Yin Ming's face was too cold to be cold.

He looked at the medicine for a few seconds, then reached out and took it.

"Thank you." Yin Ming almost said these two words with gnashing teeth.

Song Jingyi smiled: "you're welcome."

After thanking Yin Ming, he stopped talking and turned back to his bedroom.

When Wen Ya took the medicine, Yin Ming was still in a bad mood.

"What's the matter with you? You don't seem to be in a good mood." he asked with a gentle face up.

Yin Ming hooks his lips and wants to show a smile to comfort her, but the smile falls into gentle eyes, which makes her more nervous.

"Who provoked you?" Wenya didn't understand: "is it because I accidentally had a fever, so... You're angry with me?"

"No." Yin Ming lowered his head, looked at her concerned eyes, and couldn't help slowing down his voice: "how can I be angry with you?"

Gentle bent his eyes and took the initiative to ring his neck: "then tell me quickly, why are you in a bad mood?"

Yin Ming pulled at the corner of his mouth.

How could he say that he was jealous?

"Just suddenly thought of something at work." Yin Ming lied, "so I'm a little upset for a while."