This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 2059 Wanting to return late (27)

   "Then why don't you take Brother Chi back first?"

   "No, let him be here." Chuzheng rejected You Zixi's proposal.

  You Zixi thought about it, and as a sensible person, he nodded knowingly.

  After You Zixi left, Chuzheng was going to take a look at the card quietly.

   Who knows that as soon as he pushes the door, he will be standing behind the door, his eyes are out of focus, like a wood carving.

   Chuzheng: "..."

   scare people to death!

   "I'm hungry." The boy's lips were slightly closed, his tone was calm, and he couldn't hear his anger: "Is there anything to eat?"

"Have."

   There is still a little stock in the refrigerator of Chuzheng, Chuzheng will simply handle it and bring it out for the late return.

   Chigui buried his head to eat, the speed was a little fast, his cheeks were stuffed, and his soft broken hair fell, blocking his eyes.

   "Slow down." Chuzheng poured him a glass of water: "Don't choke." I'll be in trouble if I choke.

  I finished eating late, staring at the empty bowl.

  Chuzheng followed him for a while and asked, "Aren't you full? Also, do you want to eat?"

   Chi returned to God, put down his chopsticks, and shook his head: "Thank you."

   Chuzheng replied politely: "You're welcome."

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   into the night.

   There was constant rain outside the window, and in the room, the boy was lying on the bed, sleeping unsteadily.

  I don't know how long it took, the boy's closed eyes suddenly opened, and his breathing was a little short.

  The throat is dry and it is difficult to swallow saliva.

   The darkness in front of me gradually dissipated, and I could vaguely see something.

  This is not his room.

Where is he?

   This question flashed through his mind after returning home.

   Before the answer was given in his brain, a voice suddenly sounded next to him: "What's wrong?"

  Cold and light, still clear in the dark.

   Chi Gui turned his head sharply, and there was clearly a figure beside him.

  Returning late: "..."

  The sluggish brain works slowly.

   Remembered that I came back with Chuzheng...

   But why are they in one room, one bed?

   Chi returned to find his voice: "You...why are you here?"

   "You have a fever." Chu Zheng reached out and touched his forehead: "I'm watching you."

   Chigui's hot forehead was pressed against his cool palm, and he felt a moment of comfort.

   It was only after returning late at this time that I felt that my head was dizzy, and my body had no strength.

   Chi Gui unnaturally avoided Chuzheng's hand: "I'm fine...you don't need to be here, you go back to sleep."

   "This is my home, I can be wherever I want." Chuzheng pulled the quilt down for him: "Go to sleep."

  Returning late: "..."

   Chuzheng just leaned against the head of the bed and sat on the quilt next to her, not too intimate.

   Chigui didn't have the strength to argue with Chuzheng at this time, he only felt that he was burning uncomfortably, and his throat was so dry that it was about to smoke.

   Chigui endured it, but couldn't help it: "I want to drink water."

   Chuzheng didn't make a sound, but quickly went out and poured a cup of hot water in and helped him up.

  Chi Gui wanted to sit by himself, but unfortunately Chuzheng hugged his shoulder strongly, Chi Gui was forced to lean on her shoulder.

  The hot water soaks the dry mouth and slides down the throat into the stomach.

  The surroundings were dark and silent, and the sound of swallowing was particularly clear.

  Drinking a whole glass of water after returning late, I felt like I was alive again.

   "Are you still drinking?" Chuzheng wiped off the water stains from the corners of Chigui's mouth with his hands, rubbing his fingertips against his lips, whether intentionally or not.

   Chigui's body stiffened slightly, turned his head away, and wiped himself with the back of his hand: "No more drinking."

  Chuzheng touched his long-coveted hair, asked him to lie back, and tucked the quilt.

  Chi Gui was covered with a quilt, and one side was held down by Chuzheng, and he felt like he was sealed.

  's head was a little drowsy, but he didn't sleep at all.

  The thoughts in his mind were also messy, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  I don't know how long it took, Chi Hui looked sideways at the person leaning next to him, his lips wriggled for a while, and he finally said, "Are you asleep?"

"No."

"are you cold?"

   "It's not cold." Isn't this with the air conditioner on? Cold what is cold.

  "..." Chigui didn't speak anymore.

   Chuzheng realized it later, but thinking about it carefully is not quite right, maybe the late return is to take the opportunity to rush her back to the room?

   I'm still more witty!

  I didn't know when I fell asleep late, but it was already the next day when I woke up.

   It was still raining outside, and the sky was overcast, giving people a very depressing feeling.

   There was no sign of that person in the room.

   Chi Gui rubbed his forehead and sat up, after a two-minute delay, he lifted the quilt and went to the ground.

   Stepping on the ground, I felt top-heavy when I returned late, and the room in front of me was spinning.

   Chigui took a while and walked towards the door.

Just as    his finger touched the doorknob, the doorknob was already down, and then the door was pushed open, and the girl outside the door broke into his sight.

"woke up?"

"Um……"

  Chuzheng continued to touch his forehead, still feeling a little burning, and said, "Take the medicine again later."

"Oh."

   Chi Gui is like a soulless doll, what Chu Zheng says is what he says.

  Returning late was ill, and his hair seemed to have lost its luster. He was resting on the sofa, staring at the screen with his mobile phone.

  Since yesterday, except for the missed call from You Zixi, there have been no more calls.

   Chi Gui's hand holding the phone was slightly firmer.

   Those two didn't even want to make a phone call...

   They don’t care where they are or what they are doing…

   Maybe someday he dies, they'll all fight over who will give him his funeral.

  The back of his hand suddenly warmed after returning home, and then the phone was forcibly taken away: "It's easy to faint when you're sick, so don't look at it."

The moment the    voice fell, there was a blanket on his body, and the girl put his arms around his shoulders through the blanket.

   Chigui turned to look at her, the girl looked serious and serious, as if she was holding a baby and needed to be treated with caution.

   Chi Gui's eyelashes trembled slightly, his voice hoarse: "Do you like me?"

  Chuzheng gave him a strange look and nodded: "Well."

   returned late and said, "Then let's date."

  Chuzheng felt even more strange: "Are you burned out?" What if this is cured and I break up with me again? ! I will do it!

   Chigui pursed his lower lip.

   "Wait for your illness..." Chu Zheng's words were suddenly silenced, and the loose blanket slowly fell, covering the heads of the two of them, blocking their sight.

-

   The blanket hung half on the ground and half on Chi Gui.

  Chuzheng pulled the blanket up, wrapped him, and stared at the person above: "You think I'm sick too?"

  It seemed that he just remembered after returning late, so he hurriedly sat up beside him: "I'm sorry."

   He didn't think much of it just now.

   Chi Gui then asked, "So what's your answer?"

  Chuzheng said in a serious tone, "Returning late, I hope you didn't make this decision when you were sick and unclear, because I won't give you a chance to go back."

   "...I'm sober." He knew what he was talking about. "I won't regret it."

   "Okay." Chuzheng raised his hand and brushed away the broken hair on the boy's forehead, revealing his eyes: "Remember what you said."

   (end of this chapter)