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Chapter 150 Don't Take Advantage

Huo Lingan looked at the closed door, frowning.

After a while, he turned and went back to the room, made a call and went out.

It took a long time for the call to be answered, and Chen Anxin's sleepy voice came from the receiver: "Hello?"

Huo Ling'an asked, "Is He Zhiyao married?"

Chen Anxin probably didn't understand why he suddenly asked this, and replied without thinking: "Yes, otherwise why would I have to find you?"

The handset was silent for a few seconds.

Huo Lingan hung up the phone.

His eyes were dark.

……

He Zhiyao took the medicine, found out the antipyretic and anti-inflammatory medicine from the bag, poured out two pills, poured another glass of warm water, and took it back to the bedside.

Qin Shuang fell into a drowsy sleep, her brows were tightly furrowed, and a thin layer of sweat was already seeping from her temples.

He Zhiyao sat on the edge of the bed, pulled her into his arms, squeezed her mouth open, and was about to stuff the medicine into it.

But Qin Shuang probably felt uncomfortable, so he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to let go.

He Zhiyao pinched her face: "Relax, take medicine."

Qin Shuang gritted her teeth.

He Zhiyao laughed angrily at her acting like a rascal: "You are really promising."

Then he pinched her chin, lowered his head and blocked hers with his lips.

"Well……"

With his lips blocked, Qin Shuang couldn't breathe well for a while, and finally loosened his teeth.

He Zhiyao let go of her lips and stuffed the pill in.

Qin Shuang felt the bitterness on the tip of her tongue, and wanted to spit out the medicine, but He Zhiyao took a sip of water and poured it into her mouth against her lips, forcing her to swallow the medicine.

Qin Shuang was slightly choked, her bitter face wrinkled together, her eyes slightly opened, but they were all wet, looking very pitiful.

He Zhiyao's heart softened.

Even the slightly irritable voice just now softened unconsciously: "Drink some more water."

As he spoke, he brought the water glass to her lips.

Qin Shuang probably had been told bitterly just now, so she closed her mouth again, refusing to open it.

He Zhiyao threatened: "If you don't open your mouth again, I will continue to feed you."

Qin Shuang opened her mouth obediently, and drank half a glass of water in small sips.

Only then did He Zhiyao put the cup back, put her back on the pillow, and pulled the corner of the quilt: "Go to sleep."

Qin Shuang closed her eyes, but raised her fingertips to catch his cuff.

He Zhiyao held her hand instead, and coaxed in a low voice: "I'm going to take a bath and come right over."

Qin Shuang grabbed his fingers and did not let go.

He Zhiyao sat on the plane for several hours, drove for several hours, and got caught in the rain. He tossed and tossed for most of the day because of her fever. At this moment, the wet clothes were sticking to his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

But seeing her pitiful appearance, he felt helpless again.

I feel that I have probably used all my good temper in my life on her.

However, this stupid child has no conscience at all. He only remembers when he treated her badly, but he doesn't remember his kindness at all.

He Zhiyao felt that if there was retribution for him, it would probably be all retribution by her.

Grieving little idiot.

He hooked the corner of his lower lip helplessly, raised his hand and put it between her brows, stroked her slightly frowning brow lightly, and said in a low voice: "Okay, I won't go, go to sleep."

I don't know if he listened to what he said, or the medicine started to take effect. After a while, Qin Shuang finally fell asleep.

He Zhiyao was afraid of waking her up, so he didn't let go of her hand until she unconsciously let go, then he got up lightly, tucked her quilt again, walked out of the room, took the room card, and pressed the key to open it. Ring the doorbell on the opposite door.

Huo Ling'an, who had just packed up and went to sleep, listened to the noisy doorbell, slowed down, and then got up and came out to open the door.

He Zhiyao pushed open the door and walked in without any hesitation.

Huo Lingan looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"

He Zhiyao walked into his room grandly, and pushed open the bathroom door: "I'll take a shower."

Huo Lingan was awakened from his sleepiness, and he asked in disbelief, "Your room has no hot water??"

"No, I'm afraid of disturbing my wife's sleep."

Then the bathroom door slammed shut with a bang.

Huo Ling'an fantasized for a few seconds before realizing that this stinky kid, He Zhiyao, still owes him this much when he grows up.

I have been so owed.

He was several years older than He Zhiyao. When he came to Jiang's house, He Zhiyao was still a two-year-old little bean.

The stinky kid was quite fond of laughing when he was a child, lively and smart, but he had a big temper and held grudges very much. Whoever took a candy from him would remember it for a long time, and then he must find a way to get it back from the other party. Things with more sugar value don't suffer at all.

But it's just such a stinky kid who doesn't suffer, but when he was ridiculed as a poor relative who went to Jiang's house to play Qiufeng, and when he was bullied by other children, He Zhiyao, who only went to kindergarten, could hold a toy ball and move towards more than ten children. He smashed the mouth of the [-]-year-old child, and even mocked that the spraying of feces from his mouth affected his appetite.

She's just a little angel like a devil.

I don't know if it was because of recalling the past, Huo Ling'an looked at the closed bathroom door and sighed slightly.

After a while, He Zhiyao came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe and wiping his hair.

He glanced at Huo Ling'an standing there, and asked, "what's the matter?"

Huo Ling'an glanced at him: "Master, is it my business or yours? You have seen someone who runs to other people's room to take a bath in the middle of the night. If this gets out, maybe someone will suspect me of being a treasure in the golden house."

He Zhiyao quickly dried his hair with the blower, and then casually glanced at him: "Don't take advantage of things."

"I have a wife, and I don't like you."

"You are too old."

(End of this chapter)