College Storm: Beautiful men are not easy to mess with

Chapter 377 Yan Qingge is tossed [3]

"Good night." Shangguan Muzi's mother and son watched their son leave, then turned to her husband: "Tell me, is Qingge really angry?"

Yan Zhitang came over and took his wife's shoulders: "Your son is very smart, do you think he really can't see anything overnight?"

"I don't care." She took out her mobile phone: "Housekeeper, turn off the hot water, and, is the red wine ready?"

"Are you still here?" Yan Zhitang thought she was going to stop.

"Anyway, I've already reached this time, how can I give up halfway." Shangguan Muzi smiled, as long as Qingge fell ill, she would immediately come to take care of him in April, and then, the lonely man and widow suddenly fell in love, oh, really Wonderful.

Yan Zhitang knew that his wife was completely obsessed with this matter, and no one could persuade her.He didn't persuade him anymore: "Go down, it's windy here, don't sing lightly, you'll be fine, you'll make yourself sick first."

Yan Qingge didn't want to express anything more about taking a bath again until there was no hot water.Quietly and carefully cleaned her body, and walked out wearing a bathrobe.

Yan Qingge's room was very luxurious, he poured himself a glass of red wine, and walked out of the balcony, but he couldn't figure it out, what was his mom trying to do?

As Yan Zhitang said, the young master is very clever, so he naturally discovered Shangguan Muzi's hands and feet, but he couldn't figure out why.

After taking three showers in one night, he was really tired. He drank a few sips of red wine, but couldn't get an answer to the question, so he fell asleep sitting on the rocking chair with the glass on the other side.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. Yan Qingge seemed to be in a deep sleep and was not woken up at all.

The door was pushed open, and Shangguan Muzi walked in cautiously, and found that his son had just fallen asleep on the chair on the balcony. Shangguan Muzi walked closer, saw his son sleeping soundly, and smiled very proudly: " I just ran here and fell asleep, that's great, don't move it." She took the goblet that was still filled with red wine liquid, sniffed it and smelled it: "The housekeeper shouldn't drink too much, right?"

She put the wine glass away and kissed Qingge's face: "Son, you can't blame Mommy, Mommy is doing this for your own good."

She goes out and closes the door.

After all, he was his own son, Shangguan Muzi thought about Yan Qingge lying outside the balcony all night, and he didn't sleep well, so he got up early the next day.

Putting on a coat, she entered Qingge's room.

Standing next to him and watching for a few minutes, Shangguan Muzi also had to sigh, this boy is really beautiful, his skin is so good, she stretched out her hand to pinch her son's smooth and tender face, and put her hand on it, but found that the temperature was not right , Shangguan Muzi reached out to touch his forehead, then reached out to touch Yan Qingge's, then ran outside suddenly, all the way to the living room: "Honey, Qingge has a fever."

With those sparkling eyes, it is not difficult to see how happy Shangguan Muzi is about his son's fever.

"Call the doctor over, I'll go and see Qingge." Yan Zhitang told the servant, then got up and walked into Qingge's room.

Qingge was still lying on the chair, with an unusually ruddy complexion, Yan Zhitang felt that his son was quite pitiful, being tossed about by his mother like this.

After a while, the doctor came, and Shangguan Muzi grabbed the doctor's arm: "You can prescribe some medicine for Qingge, which can reduce his fever, but he can't recover quickly."

(End of this chapter)