The rich and powerful: I live with my boss

Chapter 117 The Midnight Phone Call 5
Qin Zhen thought Yang Zixiao would call again, but he didn't.

Half an hour later, Qin Zhen thought that Yang Zixiao must have been blown away by her and would not talk to her again, but there was a knock on the door.Qin Zhen's heart skipped a beat, and he ran out wearing slippers.

The small living room is not lit, but the faint moonlight shines in from the window, which is cold and refreshing.

By the moonlight, Qin Zhen passed through the living room unimpeded all the way.

Open the door, and the man is standing at the door.

Qin Zhen raised her head, she was already tall, but he was a head taller than her.Familiar smile, with evildoer and charm.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Zhen's mouth was stiff, but somewhere in his heart suddenly became soft.

He smiled like that, looking at her, like a blue flame dancing in the stove on a cold and dark winter night.Then he raised the lunch box in his hand: "Carp porridge, don't you like to eat fish? This is the only one now."

"That's all there is to it. If you can't bear it, just say it clearly. It's hypocritical." Qin Zhen rolled her eyes, and avoided looking at his face awkwardly and pretentiously.

"Can you let me in first?" Yang Zixiao smiled.

"No." Although he said so, his body still unconsciously gave way.

Yang Zixiao walked in the door noncommittally.

"Hey, change your shoes!" Qin Zhen immediately went to pull him, which was the floor she only mopped in the afternoon.

Yang Zixiao paused, looked at Qin Zhen's hand holding him, and then frowned again.Qin Zhen felt guilty when he saw him, and let go of his hand on his own.

"Why is it so hot?" He asked, then reached out to her forehead.

Qin Zhen tilted his body, but was grabbed by him.He touched her forehead, then his own, and finally looked at her seriously: "Are you having a fever?"

"What nonsense, you have a fever!" Qin Zhen broke away from his hand and took half a step back, then touched his forehead.

It seems to be a little hot.

No wonder I always feel dizzy in the head, my eyelids are heavy, and my throat is dry and uncomfortable. It turns out that I have a fever!

The living room was dark, and the light came out through the bedroom. Yang Zixiao looked up, pulled Qin Zhen up and walked to the bedroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Don't you think you should go back to your room and lie down now?"

"I haven't eaten yet!" Qin Zhen struggled.

"Go to bed first." Yang Zixiao pulled her into the bedroom, then pushed her onto the bed and settled her down, then asked, "Where is the medicine?"

"What medicine?"

"Fever-reducing medicine, don't tell me you didn't even prepare this."

"Of course I'm prepared." Qin Zhen said confidently.

"where is it?"

"Hey, it was all two years ago, and it probably expired long ago." Qin Zhen waved Yang Zixiao's hand away indifferently.But when I looked up and saw his helpless face, I couldn't help explaining, "I don't usually get sick, and I don't need to prepare that thing at all times. Besides, there is usually a pharmacy downstairs, so..."

"So you don't have any medicine now?" Yang Zixiao interrupted her bitterly, then leaned over to hug her, "In that case, let's go to the hospital right away."

"I won't go." Qin Zhen pushed him away, then turned his head stubbornly.

"If you don't go, you have to go." Yang Zixiao said and leaned forward.

"Hey, men and women can't kiss each other, stay away from me." Qin Zhen pushed him, but the temperature on his face rose a little unconsciously.

Yang Zixiao gave her a disdainful look: "Why are you so thin? Why didn't you say that men and women can't kiss each other when you occupy my young master's bed?"

"That's what you wanted, what do you want me to occupy your bed!" Qin Zhen also raised his voice, and began to dig through old accounts, "Besides, have I wronged you? I still serve you like a cow and a horse every day, If there is no credit, there is hard work. What's wrong with sleeping in your bed, as for being so stingy?"

(End of this chapter)