President, don't tease me

Further down, strong but not exaggerated chest muscles, clearly visible eight abdominal muscles and smooth arms.

Tang Guo's hands trembled when he untied the buttons for Beiming Han.

"Leng......" when he solved the penultimate button, Beiming Han uttered a hoarse whisper.

I'm talking about cold.

Tang Guo listened and hurriedly accelerated the movement of his hand, scolding himself in his heart.

Just untie a dress! Why are you so nervous? It's like

Tang Guo's face flashed a red glow, and there was shyness in his beautiful eyes that he didn't even notice.

"Close your eyes and don't look." Tang Guo recited these words back and forth in his heart, still trembling and changing clothes for Beiming Han.

After the change, Tang Guo stroked Beiming's cold forehead again. It was still very hot.

"Master, are there any doctors in your town? I'll take Beiming han to see a doctor." Tang Guo packed his bag, walked out of the room and looked down at Nalan Qingrong on the first floor.

Nalan Qingrong listened and shook his head helplessly. "I went to see it on my way back just now. The doctors are gone. The doctors here are all outsiders. I'll go back for the new year a few days ago."

Tangguo bites his lower lip and walks back to the room. He sits next to Beiming Han, holds Beiming Han's cold hand and rubs it hard.

"Be warm." Tang Guo gently stroked the hair on Beiming Han's head, and the mood in his eyes was very complex. There is heartache, guilt, fear and love.

But fortunately, under the careful care of Tang Guo, the fever of Beiming cold gradually subsided.

"Master, the fever in Beiming is gone!" Tang Guo took out the thermometer from Beiming's armpit. It's 37 degrees. It's not a fever!

Nalan Qingrong was cooking dinner downstairs. When he heard Tang Guo shouting happily, he hurried out of the kitchen.

"What are you talking about?"

"The cold fever in the north is gone!" Tang Guo cried excitedly word by word on the railing, and the whole person was as happy as a child.

Nalan Qingrong listened and nodded happily, "it's good if the fever is gone. You should wake up later."

Tang Guo nodded excitedly and said, "well, I'll go in and see him again now. The master has worked hard for you to cook!" Tang Guo said and jumped into the room.

In the room, Beiming Han lifted the quilt and frowned on the bed to sit up. Seeing this, Tang Guo rushed forward with an arrow and pressed Beiming Han's shoulder.

"Beiming Han, don't move. Your fever has just subsided..." looking at Beiming Han's weak appearance, Tang Guo's voice suddenly choked and tears flowed down without warning.

After hearing this, Beiming Han raised a shallow smile at the corners of his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm all right, fruit. It's just a little fever."

"What little fever! Do you know you've just been over 40 degrees?!" Tang Guo was angry, picked up the thermometer on the table and wanted to speak, but her tears made her speechless.

Beiming is cold and reaches out to Tang Guo. Tang Guo holds Beiming Han's hand and looks at Beiming Han with a complicated look.

"Guoguo, I'm glad you can be so nervous about me." beiminghan gently watched Tang Guo's nervous face, and his smile deepened gradually.

Tang Guo swallowed his saliva, sucked his nose and said intermittently, "Beiming is cold, I'm sorry."

When Beiming Han heard Tang Guo's apology, a trace of anger flashed in his narrow eyes.

"Guo Guo, don't tell me you're sorry. I came up with you." Bei Minghan's hand wrapped in Tang Guo loosened and his deep eyes stared at Tang Guo.

Nalan Qingrong went up to the second floor and saw Beiming Han and Tang Guo looking at each other at the door. He turned and left wisely.

Only Beiming Han and Tang Guo are left in the room. They are intoxicated by the beautiful atmosphere.

"Gululu..." Tang Guo's voice disturbed the beautiful scenery, and the atmosphere immediately became a little embarrassed.

Tang Guo touched his stomach and wanted to restrain himself, but his body seemed to be deliberately singing the opposite tune with her, singing the "song" more loudly.

"Guoguo, go to dinner."

Tang Guo couldn't help wondering. "How do you know there's food now?"

"Just now when you were shouting below, I smelled the smell of rice." Beiming Han pulled out a cunning smile from the corners of his mouth, and his narrow eyes were full of smiles.

Tang Guo listened and whispered, "what a fox! You know everything!"

Beiming Han heard Tang Guo's words clearly. He just sat on the bed as if he hadn't heard them.

"By the way, what would you like to eat, Beiming Han?" Tang Guo stood up and wanted to eat, but he thought that Beiming Han had no food here and hurried back to Beiming Han.

Beiming Han lowered his head, meditated for a moment, then looked up and said seriously, "I want to eat you."

Tang Guo looked at Beiming Han and said these words without changing his face, and his brain suddenly exploded. "Beiming is cold! Can you be serious!"

Tang Guo was very dissatisfied with Beiming Han's serious joke just after his fever subsided.

"Well, there's nothing to eat." beiminghan looked at the fried Tang fruit in front of him and said with a smile.

Tang Guo listened, raised his face and said positively, "no, you have to eat! Well, I'll see if I can cook some porridge. If not, I'll bring the rice to you."

Seeing Tang Guo's tough attitude and irrefutable appearance, Beiming Han didn't say anything if he wanted to refuse.

"Then you go." Beiming Han nodded and made a compromise.

Tang Guo saw this and said with satisfaction, "that's good!" Tang Guo said and ran out of the door, secretly happy in his heart.

Fortunately, Beiming cold doesn't have much physical strength now, otherwise the words just like coaxing children can't tell how cold Beiming is!

Beiming Han watched Tang Guo run away like a fleeing rabbit, and a playful look rose in his eyes.

In fact, fever is nothing to him. For example, he may still have a fever just now, but now he is mentally and physically very good.

But Tang Guo insisted on taking care of him. Why not? Maybe something interesting will happen.

Tang Guo would never have thought that the big fox, Beiming Han, had already made an abacus and arranged a trap, waiting for her to jump in obediently.

"Master, do you live here?" Tang Guo sat at the table and looked at Nalan Qingrong carefully.

When I came just now, I didn't take a good look at Nalan Qingrong because of the cold in the north. Now at a glance, I found that Nalan Qingrong is really a lot younger.

Nalan Qingrong was stunned. After hesitating for a moment, he shook his head and said truthfully, "I came alone."