Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

Chapter 132 It’s safer to have reservations

"What do you want to eat tomorrow?" He held the person in his arms tightly and made up his mind to make up for her: "I'll make it for you."

"No, we'll have cooked food."

The study is not convenient for cooking.

Besides, he had just woken up and needed a rest. Chi Yue was reluctant to let him work too hard for a few meals.

Hearing that they had been eating cooked food recently, Wen Qizhou asked her in a breathy voice: "Does Master Ming know about your space?"

"Maybe I guessed it." She briefly described the conversation with Mingming and paused for two seconds: "But he didn't ask, and I didn't say anything."

Ming Ming was not a simple person who could live with Yun Qi and Xun Songsheng alone in Yuanyun Mountain for so many years.

It was not surprising to Wen Qizhou that he could sense something was wrong with them through certain details.

"It's okay if you don't tell her." Although he wasn't worried that Mingming would be detrimental to her, but not worrying didn't mean he had to reveal everything.

It is safer to have reservations.

Chi Yue turned off the night light: "Yeah." She leaned close to Wen Qizhou's neck: "It's getting late, let's go to bed first."

After all the hard work until now, she had relieved her worries and vented her emotions. The unprecedented tiredness also swept over her like an overwhelming force the moment she touched the pillow.

She was really sleepy.

Wen Qizhou noticed her fatigue and said "good night" in a gentle voice, not forgetting to place a kiss on her forehead.

Light breathing lingered in his ears.

He sniffed the faint fragrance that belonged to her, gradually closed his heavy eyelids, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Day and night changed, and the alarm clock fixed at nine o'clock rang on time. The "ring" sound echoed throughout the study, waking up the three people who had had a good night's sleep and urging them to leave the warm bed.

Although there is not a ray of sunshine outside, the white-bellied sky can still disperse the darkness that has enveloped the entire city.

Wen Qizhou, who was sitting at his desk having breakfast, glanced at the frozen world through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and then moved his gaze to the two rows of sleeping bags neatly placed together.

The eight faces that should have been alive were now quiet and lifeless. As soon as they fell into his eyes, his heart became even more uncomfortable, and he realized more deeply how much pressure Chi Yue and Mingzhang had been under recently. Multiple.

He drank up the milk dully, waited for Chi Yue to take out eight bottles of glucose injection, picked up the bottles and hung them on the infusion pole.

"Yueyue, how many bottles do they lose every day?"

"One bottle." Chi Yue walked up to Yun Qi first and infused him with skillful movements: "You can measure their blood oxygen."

Wen Qizhou nodded: "Okay."

He clipped the oximeter to Yunqi's finger, opened the notebook that recorded the blood oxygen saturation, and read it from beginning to end.

After Yunqi finished measuring, he wrote down the date, time and value according to the way they used to record.

"Yueyue, why are there pinholes in your hands?" While recording Wanyan Shuo's numerical values, Wen Qizhou accidentally caught a glimpse of the pinholes on the back of her hands that were about to heal themselves, and looked at her with a slightly frowned brow.

"She did it herself." Mingming, who was checking their bodies as usual, said more embellished that Chi Yue used the back of her hand to practice acupuncture: "She also risked her life for you. I saw that the back of her hand was swollen. "

He was talking about Chi Yue's good things openly and secretly.

Hearing Qizhou felt extremely uncomfortable.

Considering that Mingming was still there, he lowered his slightly trembling eyelashes and tried not to lose his composure.

"It's not as exaggerated as he said." Chi Yue knew him so well, how could she not know that he was suppressing his emotions at the moment.

(End of this chapter)