He is addicted to roses

"Come, drink some water." Yan Xin helped Jiang Ye up.

After Jiang Ye drank less than half a glass of water, his throat felt better and he spoke hoarsely: "Brother Ciyou?"

She frowned slightly in confusion.

Yan Xin nodded, "Yes, he called me and said that you didn't reply to messages, and he was worried about whether something would happen to you at home. I thought at the time that you were in a bad mood because of an argument with Zhou Siyi, but I didn't expect that... I feel so burned out just looking at it.”

"It's really thanks to him this time, otherwise you would be miserable!"

Jiang also smiled, feeling that it was very difficult to move, "It shouldn't be a problem, I took antipyretics in the morning."

Yan Xin, "Anyway, when I went to find you, my forehead was so hot that it was smoking."

Jiang didn't answer, so Yan Xin asked again: "Are you hungry?"

She didn't say it was okay, but when she said it, her stomach really felt empty.

Jiang also nodded, "A little bit."

Yan Xin said, "Song Ciyou went down to buy food and should be back soon. Just wait."

Jiang Ye hummed and said nothing.

The main reason is that my throat is dry and sore, uncomfortable, and it is very difficult to speak.

Although he had just woken up, his eyelids were still as heavy as anything, and he couldn't help but want to close them.

Seeing this, Yan Xin asked casually: "Are you still sleepy? You've been sleeping all day."

"Could it be that I had a quarrel with Zhou Siyi last night and was so sad that I didn't sleep all night? I sent you a message and didn't reply."

Jiang Ye said, "How is that possible?"

I just accidentally fell asleep on the sofa and got a fever from the cold.

Jiang Ye felt that he was really a grievance. Not only did he have an quarrel with his boyfriend, but he even treated himself for a fever.

Yan Xin said, "After Zhou Siyi came back from looking for you last night, he also drank a lot of wine. The quarrel between you two was really fierce. One drank to relieve his sorrow, and the other treated himself for a fever. Jue."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Is Zhou Siyi looking for her?

Why didn't she see him?

The little girl was a little puzzled, but in the end she didn't ask.

At this time, Song Ciyou came back, carrying food for Jiang Ye.

Seeing Jiang also sitting on the bed, he smiled and said, "Are you awake?"

Jiang also nodded, "Yeah."

Song Ciyou asked, "Are you feeling better?"

He put down what he was holding and looked at Jiang Ye with worry.

Yan Xin replied: "The fever has gone away. I just need to take good care of myself from now on."

Song Ciyou said, "Let's drink some porridge first, it's still hot."

Yan Xin opened the table on the hospital bed. Song Ciyou took out the porridge and put it on the table. He opened the disposable spoon and handed it to Jiang Ye.

"Hey, be careful of the burn."

Jiang was also somewhat flattered to be served by two people, "Thank you."

Yan Xin said, "You're still polite to us. Eat quickly to replenish some energy."

Jiang didn't say anything more and lowered his head to drink the porridge.

Yan Xin glanced at his watch and said, "Xiao Jiang, I have something to do later and I have to leave. If you need anything, call me~"

Then he said to Song Ciyou: "Please take care of Xiao Jiang."

Jiang Ye was eating something. Hearing this, he nodded vaguely: "Go ahead."

Song Ciyou said, "Don't worry, I will take good care of Xiao Jiang."

Yan Xin didn't say anything. She felt relieved to have Song Ciyou by her side.

Jiang Ye's fever also subsided. During the examination, the doctor said it was just a common cold and fever. After the fever subsided, he would take some medicine and be fine in a few days. There was no major problem.

After Yan Xin left, Jiang Ye and Song Ciyou were the only two people left in the ward, and the atmosphere became awkward for no reason. In fact, Jiang Ye was the only one who was embarrassed, because she found that she couldn't seem to find a topic to talk to Song Ciyou, and it always felt a bit awkward to be in the same room without chatting.

Song Ciyou didn't feel this way anymore. He pulled a chair over and sat down beside Jiang Ye's bed, as if he was just guarding her.

Jiang also raised his eyelids and saw Song Ciyou busy with his mobile phone, so he said, "If you have something to do, go ahead and do it. I can do it myself."

Song Ciyou turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket, saying in a neutral tone: "It's okay, I'll be here with you."

In his heart, nothing was as important as Jiang at this time.

Jiang Ye pursed his lips, not knowing whether he was busy or not. After thinking about it, he added: "Really, I can do it myself. I'm not a child anymore and I don't need someone to accompany me all the time."

Song Ciyou still had the same patient and gentle tone: "Well, in my heart, you will always be a child."

Need to be protected and cared for.

Jiang also fell silent.

Let’s not talk about whether Song Ciyou has something to be busy with. Anyway, his attitude is that he plans to stay here with him.

Seeing this, Jiang didn't say anything.

No matter who it is, having someone by your side when you are sick is somewhat comforting.

The little girl looked away and continued to drink porridge.

The doctor came to see him midway and found that Jiang Ye's intravenous drip had been completed, his fever had subsided, and he could be discharged from the hospital.

Song Ciyou went to get the medicine, paid the fee, and then took Jiang Ye out of the hospital.

Afraid that Jiang Ye would be cold again, Song Ciyou wrapped her coat around Jiang Ye and wrapped her up tightly before letting her leave the ward.

Song Ciyou was half a head taller than Jiang Ye, and his coat was draped over her body, reaching directly to her ankles.

Jiang Ye was wrapped like a rice dumpling, and she was glad that she was taller among the girls, otherwise the coat would have dragged all over the floor.

The little girl was wrapped up so tightly that passers-by looked at her. She couldn't help but feel embarrassed and tried to discuss it with Song Ciyou: "Well, Brother Ciyou, I'm actually not very cold."

The implication is to return the coat to him.

Song Ciyou was usually very gentle and easy to talk to Jiang, but for the first time he refused with a strong attitude: "No, you are cold."

As he said this, he wanted to tighten Jiang Ye's coat.

Jiang Ye: "..."

Family members, who knows, there is a kind of coldness that makes your friends think you are cold.

Just when she was thinking about whether to struggle again, a gust of wind blew and she yawned, and she unconsciously pulled her clothes up.

It's still a little cold outside.

She really didn't want to experience this kind of thing like being burned into a coma and being sent to the hospital again.

So I no longer care about other people's opinions. Just be warm and make rice dumplings. Anyway, I don't know anyone.

Jiang also got into Song Ciyou's car and set off home.

She lay in the hospital all afternoon. It was already dark, and the time was not too late. It was only after seven o'clock.

When I got home and went downstairs, it was less than eight o'clock.

Along the way, Jiang Ye was drowsy in the passenger seat and didn't notice a car parked across from his house downstairs.

After Song Ciyou parked the car, she opened her eyes with difficulty, unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.

The cold wind hit her and she sneezed again. Song Ciyou took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her, "Hey."

Jiang also took it and said thank you.

Song Ciyou asked, "Shall I send you up?"

Before Jiang could refuse, he heard him say again: "Yan Xin told me to take good care of you, and I will leave when she comes back."

Yan Xin came back to see Jiang Ye after finishing his busy work. The specific time is not clear.

Jiang also wanted to refuse, but Song Ciyou didn't give her a chance and pushed her upstairs.

Little girl: "..."