The green tea system is lying to me again

Chapter 613
The voice on the phone paused for a few seconds.

Shi Qing asked: "Then who do you want to call?"

Fu Qingli didn't expect her to ask such a straightforward question, with the back of her hand resting on her slightly hot forehead, her whole body sinking into the quilt and feeling dizzy, but her mood seemed to be wrinkled and flattened by ironing, even the corners of her lips rose in joy , There is still a bit of grainy frost in the sound.

"No... originally wanted to call my mother and ask her to come back and bring me some medicine. Cough cough."

Then, only Fu Qingli's cough remained on the phone.

Shi Qing was silent for a moment, and asked out loud, "Did you just catch a cold?"

"I still have a low fever."

Fu Qingli's answer was very soft, it sounded like he was weak, and he could completely imagine how the delicate young man on the other end of the phone looked like a sickly beauty, and he couldn't help but ignore him.

Shi Qing said, "Wait a minute, I'll go over."

"Ah."

Fu Qingli responded.

After the call was over, Fu Qingli turned sideways, his eyes accidentally fell on the trash can under the table, and he lowered his eyelashes to watch quietly for a while.

Then he got up and walked over, opened the lid of the trash can, pulled the paper towel next to it, crumpled it and threw it in until the torn air ticket inside was completely covered.

It was clearly a ticket to the same place.

One was carefully and properly clipped into the photo album, and the other was torn into pieces that didn't even fit in the trash can.

Shi Qing carried the medicine bag, put away the umbrella at the door, and waited for Fu Qingli to come downstairs and open the door.

Fu Qingli was wearing a gray and black checked cotton home clothes, his face looked even more pale and tired, and he was tall, with the wind blowing in from outside, he was afraid that he would feel like he was on the verge of falling.

Shi Qing was afraid that the moisture on his body would get on him, so he said directly: "Don't lean over."

Fu Qingli paused when he was about to reach out to help her hold the umbrella, then obediently took half a step back, and stood there with his head slightly lowered, like a poor big dog.

Shi Qing rolled up the umbrella and threw it into the umbrella basket familiarly. When he turned his head, what he saw was Fu Qingli's appearance as a little daughter-in-law who had been greatly wronged.

Shi Qing was speechless.

Did she not do anything?

Shi Qing thought for a while, and the same familiar scene appeared in his mind.

She explained seriously: "I can only walk so fast."

Fu Qingli: "..."

Fu Qingli sighed in his heart, and said in a murmur on the surface: "I don't think you are slow."

Shi Qing: "..." Listen to this duplicity in his tone!
She has no wings.

Can she still fly?

After being stared at by Shi Qing, Fu Qingli's small grievances disappeared, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Shi Qing asked him, "Have you had lunch yet?"

Fu Qingli shook his head, "I have no appetite, I don't want to eat."

Facing Shang Shiqing's gaze again, Fu Qingli curled up his hands and coughed a few times in discomfort, and added in a low voice: "I'm so dizzy, I accidentally fell asleep."

Take her sympathy to death.

Shi Qing walked to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took a look, then turned around and said, "Then go back to your room and rest, I'll make some white porridge, and you'll take your medicine after you finish eating."

She can still cook simple porridge.

"Ah."

Fu Qingli didn't pick anything, and walked upstairs obediently.

When the porridge was done, Shi Qing poured water, took the medicine and went upstairs to knock on Fu Qingli's door.

After knocking several times, I heard Fu Qingli's slightly hoarse voice, "Come in."

Shi Qing put the plate on the table and asked him, "Do you still have a fever?"

Fu Qingli was trapped in the quilt, his black hair was soft and messy, his cheeks were flushed, he raised the back of his hand and put it on his forehead, as if he couldn't feel the temperature.

A pair of sparkling beautiful eyes looked over as if asking.

"You touch?"

(End of this chapter)