My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1291: Extraordinary articles, just let me hug me

Peng Shan received the order and hurriedly walked out of the study. When he went downstairs, he ran into Aunt Qiao who came to deliver tea: "Aunt Qiao, Mr. Can't drink tea during the medicine."

"I know that Mr. can't drink tea, I'm bringing it to you." Aunt Qiao looked up and looked upstairs. "Mr. Peng, is there something wrong with Doctor Tong?"

"Aunt Qiao, how did you know?" Peng Shan looked at Aunt Qiao, his eyes were so straightforward as to say to Aunt Qiao, "You care about Dr. Tong's affairs so much, are you in the same group?"

Aunt Qiao felt his scalp numb by Peng Shan’s eyes, but didn’t know why he looked at himself with such eyes, and hurriedly explained: “When I went out today, I saw a policeman and heard someone talking about someone who died yesterday. I don’t know if it’s Dr. Tong, so I wanted to ask you about the news."

Peng Shan looked at Aunt Qiao: "Aunt Qiao, you and Doctor Tong have a good private relationship?"

Aunt Qiao said sincerely: "Doctor Tong often comes to see her husband at home, and occasionally talks to me. I feel that she is also very friendly and never put on airs in front of us, so I was very sad to hear that something happened to her. ."

"Aunt Qiao, you may not know yet. The reason why our husband can't wake up for a long time this time is because of Dr. Tong." Before Peng Shan, like Aunt Qiao, he also thought that Dr. Tong was quite good, but who knew that Dr. Tong was back. It's so insidious, it's so daring to act on their husband.

When Dr. Tong wants to deal with him, he won't be so angry, but Dr. Tong dealt with his family master, thinking about it, Peng Shan feels irritated.

Dr. Tong died too cheaply. If she fell into his hands, he would make her survive.

Aunt Qiao worried: "Mr. Peng, what did Dr. Tong do to her husband?"

Peng Shan warned: "Aunt Qiao, in the future, you should not mention Doctor Tong in this house at the end. Do your job well and don't be too troublesome. You should know the character of your husband. He hates the people talking about him most. Things, so you still don’t ask anything."

Aunt Qiao also understands: "Mr. Xie Peng reminded you to have a cup of hot tea before leaving."

"I won't drink anymore. Drinking a lot of tea and water in the toilet is troublesome this winter." Peng Shan stepped into the wind and snow without stopping.

Looking at Peng Shan's distant back, Aunt Qiao gently shook her head. What is going on?

Why can't my husband wake up because of Dr. Tong?

She couldn't figure out many questions.

Forget it, don't want to, these things are not her turn to think about.

As long as she does her best to do her job, she is not too much.

...

Ji Rou woke up, before opening her eyes, she thought of touching the thermometer on the bedside table to measure Qin Yinze's body temperature. The thermometer was touched, but Qin Yinze was not touched.

The dizzy Ji Rou suddenly opened her eyes and confirmed that the place beside her was empty. She immediately sat up and said, "Qin Yinze, where did you go?"

There was no one in the room, and there was no bathroom. Ji Rou grabbed a coat and put it on and wanted to find someone. He just put his hand on the doorknob, and the door was twisted from the outside—it was Qin Yinze.

Seeing that it was Qin Yinze, Ji Rou was relieved, but was angry but was shocked by him: "Master Qin, did you deliberately make me worry about you?"

Qin Yinze was puzzled: "What happened again?"

Ji Rou glared at him: "Come here, let me take your temperature."

Qin Yinze chuckled softly: "If you worry about me, just talk about it. You are so fierce like a little tigress. It's easy to lose me. Do you know?"

"Heh... if you have the ability, you can drive me away." Ji Rou took the infrared thermometer and swept his forehead with a face, and the temperature showed 38 degrees. "There is still some fever, you go to bed and lie down. I'll call Dr. Yang to come and have a look."

"Yeah." Qin Yinze was rarely obedient, turned to bed and lay down, "I'm weak, come and help me cover the quilt."

"It's all like this, you are still running around, I really don't want to worry about you." He was silent on his lips, but Ji Rou's speed was not slow at all. Unexpectedly, Qin Yinze grabbed her hand when she just reached out to pull the quilt. "What are you doing..."

Qin Yinze yanked Ji Rou into his arms. He used practical actions to tell her what he was going to do: "It's only 38 degrees. You don't need Dr. Yang. You let me hug and I'll be fine. "

"Qin Yinze, are you sick?" Ji Rou had never seen a man who didn't take his body seriously. She was so anxious that she raised her hand to beat him, but she couldn't bear to do it, and finally changed to hug him. Stop him, "I'm not a fever-reducing medicine, hold me, can your fever go away?"

Qin Yinze pressed her chin on the top of her head and sniffed her fresh fragrance: "You are not only an anti-fever medicine for me, but a panacea for all diseases."

These love words are really beautiful, and they are very useful in Ji Rou's ears, but now is not the time to flirt and curse, and if his body fails to heal in a day, she can't rest assured: "Qin Yinze, let me tell you , I won’t stop you if you want to die, but you think about it for me anyway, I don’t want to be a widow when I’m young."

"Don't worry, I won't let you be a little widow." His chin rubbed her forehead lightly, as if comforting a little pet, "Don't move, let me hug you."

Ji Rou can't stand his gentleness the most. As long as he treats her gently, she feels that she can instantly soften into a pool of water, and he can make her into any shape.

"Qin Yinze..." She whispered his name.

"Shhh..." He heard it, but motioned to her not to say anything.

Even though he is sick, the strength to hold her is still strong. Well, it seems good for him to hold him in his arms like this. If he wants to hug her, let him hug her for a while.

Because Qin Yinze always had a fever, Ji Rou also learned some common sense. He had a mild fever when his body temperature reached 38 degrees. Under normal circumstances, drinking more hot water can cool down.

She was anxious because Qin Yinze's condition was different from that of others, and she was worried that he would become unconscious after the fever, so she still couldn't let his temper sway.

"Qin Yinze...you let me go, let me change my posture for you to hold, OK?" She lay on his chest like this, her posture was a bit uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But Qin Yinze did not respond. Ji Rou moved, raised her head from his arms, and saw that he closed his eyes, Ji Rou panicked: "Qin Yinze..."

Qin Yinze hugged her waist and whispered softly: "My wife, I'm a little tired, let me sleep for a while."

"You go to sleep, I am here with you." Ji Rou patted her chest. Fortunately, he was not in a coma. But if she was frightened by him again, she might be frightened by him for a heart attack.

"Good!" he said.

Ji Rou did not move any more, lying quietly in his arms, until he fell asleep, Ji Rou slowly lifted his head from his arms.

Looking at his pale face, Ji Rou felt another pain in her heart.