Play Nice

Chapter 82 082: In the morning of the next day, a date application (one update)
Shang Lingling touched his forehead with the back of his hand, very hot: "If the fever doesn't subside within two hours, I'll call an ambulance."

Her hands were very cold, so she used her palms instead, pressing against Jing Zhao's forehead, repeatedly confirming.

Jing Zhao took her hand away: "You go up and put on thick clothes before coming down."

"Then you can't lock the door when I'm out."

He agreed: "Yeah."

Shang Lingling got up and looked back several times as if he was worried.

She was afraid that the door would be blown shut by the wind, so she took off the phone case and stuck it in the door.

She ran upstairs quickly, and then ran down quickly, with a thick and long down jacket on her body, and a pink and tender quilt in her arms.

Jing Zhao had already fallen asleep, he was exhausted all the way, still had a fever, and slept deeply.

Shang Lingling walked to Jing Zhao's bedroom door lightly, trying to help him get a quilt, but the door was locked.She covered him with her pink quilt, then went to the balcony to bring a small stool and put it next to the sofa.

The small stool was still a little high, and she had to bend over when she was lying beside him.

She brought an electronic thermometer over and measured him every 10 minutes.After half an hour, the temperature didn't drop, so she fetched a basin of cold water to cool him down physically.

I don't know if the medicine worked or the physical cooling worked, and then the temperature began to drop slowly.After that, she changed the measurement every 10 minutes. After the temperature returned to normal, it did not rise again.

Shang Lingling didn't know when he fell asleep, and he seemed to hear Jing Zhao's voice in a daze.

It was five in the morning, and Jing Zhao was answering the phone on the balcony.

"I just called you and didn't answer, are you okay?" The other party spoke a foreign language.

"fine."

"I was in a hurry to go back after the wound was treated. Why didn't I leave for two days?"

Jing Zhao said, "The ticket cannot be refunded."

The reason is really...

What a fool.

"Pudge."

The person on the other end of the phone is Paige.

Paqi only has her left hand. She was electrocuted when she was a few years old and her right hand was amputated, but she doesn't remember exactly how old she was, only vaguely remembering that he was abandoned.

Adopted by an old couple in Vijaranka, he could speak the language of the Empire, which he never spoke.

"Here, little nine masters."

Jing Zhao looked at the girl in the living room, huddled under the quilt: "Have you regretted going this way?"

Pudge didn't hesitate: "No, never."

Paige is a man of faith.

When Shang Lingling woke up, she was lying on the sofa, covered with the quilt she brought herself, because she was still wearing a down jacket, it was hot and her cheeks were red.

She sat up and kicked the quilt to the side of the sofa.

"Jing Zhao."

Jing Qianqian is meowing on the balcony.

Shang Lingling didn't see Jing Zhao in the living room, she looked at the balcony: "Jing Zhao."

"Ah."

Jing Zhao came out of the room, the clothes on his body were not from last night, they had been changed.

Shang Lingling didn't know when he woke up or how he climbed onto the sofa.

She jumped off the sofa, without shoes, ran to the door of the room, stood on tiptoe, and touched Jing Zhao's forehead with the back of her hand.

She just touched it, and Jing Zhao picked up her sleeve and took her hand away: "No fever."

She felt it, she didn't have a fever.She observed Jing Zhao's face, the blood had recovered, and she could no longer see the sickness.

His recovery ability is amazing.

"Did you just sleep? Did I wake you up?"

Jing Zhao closed the bedroom door: "I'm processing photos."

Shang Lingling has already taken off her down jacket, and the cardigan is wearing pajamas. She likes pink: "Why did you just work? The injury is not healed." Do you think she is an iron fist?

"It's all right."

From what he said just now, his eyes have not moved, and he has been looking at the top of Shang Lingling's head.

Shang Lingling looked back, but there was nothing behind him: "What are you looking at?"

"your hair."

The head of the business leader stood up in a tuft, very much like the grass of the long grass Yan Tuanzi.

She turned her head and saw from the glass how she had just woken up. She didn't wash her hands, she didn't make up, she didn't comb her hair, and she didn't have the dignified and elegant look of a fairy at all.

She quickly pressed the dull hair on top of her head with her palm and pressed it down several times, but every time she let go, the hair stood up again.

Without taking her hand away, she pressed it like that: "I'll go up first."

She only took the clothes and left the quilt alone.

Jing Zhao stood by the door, watching her flustered calmly: "Don't tell Ms. Lu about my injury."

Shang Lingling turned his head, the hand pressing his hair didn't move, his face was just stuck in his arm, and the shaggy hair came out: "Is it any good?"

Her eyes were bright, as if she was planning something.

"What benefits do you want?"

She smiled like a little fox who had succeeded: "Let's go to the movies tomorrow night."

Jing Zhao was silent for a while: "Well."

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Shang Lingling was late for work today because he went to buy medicine for Jing Zhao.She just arrived at the office, and she didn't put down her bag, she was sending a message to Jing Zhao with her mobile phone.

Shang Lingling: [I bought medicine for you and put it in Uncle Zhong's place]

Shang Lingling: [My thermometer is at your house, you can measure it every once in a while]

Shang Lingling: [The wound should not touch the water]

Shang Lingling: [Eating a little lightly]

Business Leader: [Cannot do heavy work]

Shang Lingling: [If you want to change the medicine, don't change it yourself, go to the hospital]

The phone on the coffee table vibrated a few times, but Jing Zhao ignored it and was breaking oranges.

There were already many oranges on the table, and they were all broken into pieces.When the last petal was put down by him, Ms. Lu just pushed the door and came in.

Ms. Lu only heard a little bit of content: "What's okay."

He just said yes.

Jing Zhao took the phone and got up: "It's nothing."

He went out.

Ms. Lu ate two oranges and brought the cat over: "Jing Qianqian, why is your brother peeling so many oranges?"

Jing Qianqian: "Meow."

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　　Morning
　　
　
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