Life With You

Song Xi got angry with Gu Dongxu at noon. He said that she had been bought by the fake Mrs. Qiao's name. Song Xi replied: "No matter the truth or not, you have to call me little aunt!"

Come on, hurt each other.

The two of them weren't really angry, but because of George Sheng, the superficial harmony was gone. Because Song Xi stood at George Sheng, he thought she was helping her relatives or not, but Gu Dongxu felt that she valued **** over friends.

It was raining outside all the time, and only the difference was big or small. Song Xi had no appetite. He fed cats and dogs at noon. He only ate a bag of cheese bread and drank half a cup of milk.

In the afternoon, she sat on the windowsill to check materials and prepare papers. In her usual work situation, she devoted herself to her work. But today, she always wandered at intervals. She looked up at the window for a while, and hired cats and dogs for a while.

I didn't even feel that I was distracted, that was really distracted, Song Xi simply put down the things in his hands, and concentrated on pushing the cat while looking out the window in a daze.

In the evening, Song Xi cooked spaghetti and marinated potatoes. It tasted really good, but she had no appetite, so it was cheaper.

Staying up until eleven o'clock at night, Song Xi fell asleep in a daze, thinking before going to bed, 80% of George Sheng would not be back tonight.

However, not long after she fell asleep, she was awakened by the ringtone of her mobile phone. She stared and opened one eye. Song Xi saw the words "Yuan Bao" on the screen.

Almost instantly awake, Song Xi opened the connection button: "Hey, Yuanbao."

The voice of Yuanbao spread from the phone: "I'm sorry to call you so late, have you taken a rest?"

Song Xi instinctively replied: "Not yet, what's the matter?"

Yuan Bao said, "Brother Sheng has gone back, but he is in a bad condition today. I want to take him to the hospital, but he refuses to go, so I can only trouble you to take care of him."

Song Xi quickly said, "Okay, has he returned? I'll go down and see him."

Yuan Bao answered: "He should have arrived."

Song Xi opened the quilt and got out of bed while answering, hung up the phone and went to the second floor. Song Xi knocked on the door of the room, but no one answered. She increased the knock on the door and said, "Can I come in?" "

Standing in front of the doorway for more than half a minute, Song Xi couldn't wait for George Sheng's answer, so he directly pressed the doorknob and pushed in.

If there is nothing wrong with him, it is a big deal to get scolded, and if there is something wrong with him, then she can't die.

The door was pushed open, and it was dark inside. Song Xi walked in by the lights of the corridor. On his side, she was already familiar with the road, turning to the bedside, she vaguely saw a long human figure bulging by the bed.

Stepping closer, Song Xi saw George Sheng back to the back of her head and pink lips open. She whispered, "George Sheng."

He didn't say anything, Song Xi asked tentatively: "Are you okay?"

George Sheng still didn't say anything. Song Xi was sure something was wrong this time, turned on the bedside lamp, and leaned over to look at his face.

George Sheng closed his eyes tightly, his face was slightly red, and there was a layer of sweat on the tip of his nose. Without a word, Song Xi raised his hand to touch under his bangs. As expected, his palm was warm and humid.

It turned out to have a fever.

Because of physical contact, George Sheng opened his eyes very slowly, his eyes were covered with red blood, and his brows frowned: "What are you doing?"

Song Xi said worriedly, "You have a fever."

George Sheng was very empty, and said weakly, "It's okay."

Song Xi frowned heavier than him: "Why is it all right? Get up quickly and I'll take you to the hospital."

George Sheng was impatient: "Don't go."

After speaking, he added: "Go out and turn off the lights."

Saying these two sentences has consumed all of George Sheng's strength, and he lowered his eyelids regardless of whether Song Xi left.

Seeing him accustomed to the vigilant appearance of keeping people away from strangers, and now seeing him as ill and stubborn as a fish, Song Xi suddenly felt softened.

The first reaction was to raise her hand to turn off the bedside lamp. She was not sick. People who were sick hated bright light.

When she turned to go downstairs, and when she came up again, Song Xi had already taken out the thermometer with the medicine kit, she walked to the bed and gently lifted the quilt on George Sheng.

There is also a bathrobe under the quilt. Song Xi adheres to the doctor's principle that there are no men and women in patients, and directly touches his chest.

George Sheng was particularly uncomfortable, suffering from the point where normal people might faint directly, but he could forcefully open his eyes, raise his hand to block, and frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Xi's hand flexibly avoided his obstruction, "take her temperature." As he spoke, he had already got into his bathrobe.

His body was hot, it seemed that Song Xi's hands were a little cool.

Holding the thermometer, his fingers crossed his chest, and one end was tucked under his armpit. Song Xi withdrew his hand and touched George Sheng's forehead.

It was already obvious that he had a fever. Song Xi touched and said, "Have you eaten tonight?"

George Sheng was burnt, and he was very upset. He didn't want to answer, but his mouth was out of control: "No."

Song Xi said: "I will give you anti-fever medicine later, and then go down and cook some porridge for you. You can not go to the hospital, but it depends on whether your fever can go away. If you don’t have a fever, I can only call Give Yuan Bao, let him come and pick you up."

George Sheng finally frowned: "You are so annoying."

There was no light in the room, and Song Xi stood backlit again, but George Sheng saw the expression on the tower's face, not painful or itchy.

Sure enough, she heard a voice that didn't recognize the joy and anger: "I'm annoying. If you bother you, you can't do anything with me. If you have the ability, get up and beat me."

George Sheng:

He really wanted to beat her, but he really didn't have the strength.

Song Xi turned around and went to the bathroom. George Sheng heard the sound of water. He closed his eyes, his eyes were sore, hot and his headache was splitting.

Accompanied by the slight sound of footsteps, she knew he was coming. Not long after, a piece of gentleness was applied to her face, and Song Xi washed a cold towel to help him cool down.

George Sheng was very irritable, so he wanted to be alone for a while, but he also knew how bad he was, and he knew how comfortable he was. For example, now, he was as hot as a soldering iron, and he wanted to be cool. Song Xi just satisfies him just right. So he didn't let her out.

George Sheng Liu Haier was soaked in sweat, Song Xi changed his hair style with a wet towel, showing his forehead.

After wiping her face, she could just look at the thermometer. Song Xi walked to the corridor to check. When she came back, she said, "Thirty-nine degrees and four, too high, shall we go to the hospital?"

George Sheng frowned instinctively and said in a deep voice, "Don't go!"

When Song Xi heard it, this sentence was full of breath, and it was quite the style when he was not sick. The living Hades is the living Hades, and ordinary people burned like this. I am afraid that it will be fading long ago. Then look at others, tusk.

George Sheng didn’t know what Song Xi was thinking. He didn’t listen to her for a long time. He was afraid that she would leave in a hurry. Soon after, Song Xi came to the bed with a towel in her hand and politely asked his opinion: "You’re out I sweat a lot and I'm wet. Would you like me to wipe it for you?"