After pretending to be good and being spotted by the boss

Chapter 56 56nd

Butler Liu sighed, nodded in relief, packed his things, and slowly exited the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Qin Yuzhi took a sip of the hot milk from time to time. He was used to drinking coffee when he stayed up late to read documents, but after being forcefully corrected by Que An, he changed to hot milk.

Get used to this? Things, once formed, are difficult to change. Before meeting Que An, he would definitely not have thought that one day he would replace the coffee he drank for more than 20 years with hot milk.

The dumpling protruded from his pocket, poked its head out, then popped out of his pocket, stuck to his shoulder, and finally moved its small body and rubbed against his neck. The voice seemed very weak:

"Chichichi."

Qin Yuzhi raised his head, put down the glass, and looked at Xiaotuanzi.

The dumpling is whole? People are lying down, isn’t it soft? Like words, like sick, the whole dumpling can only stand firm by relying on Qin Yuzhi:

"Chichichi."

Qin Yuzhi stretched out two fingers to check the temperature of Tuanzi's body. He felt a little hot. He said in surprise:

"Do you have a fever?"

It feels a little hot to the touch, but when you touch it carefully, do you feel it? Yes, this kind of hotness comes in bursts, like a breathing lamp, and it goes away after a while, and then starts to burn again after a few seconds, constantly repeating cycle.

This is surprising.

Tuanzi shook his head and rubbed his fingers chirping, looking very unwell, Qin Yuzhi discovered that Tuanzi could only chirp.

Qin Yu's way:

"Are you? Can you speak?"

Tuanzi nodded his head chirping, and rubbed Qin Yuzhi's fingertips feebly.

Tuanzi hadn't said anything for several days, and Tuanzi, who had been arguing all day and night before, was rarely silent for several days.

A few days ago, the language expression ability of the dumpling seemed to be quite weak. It was not easy to express a few words with complete meaning occasionally. attention function.

At first he thought it was because the cold weather made the dumplings sleepy, because he liked to talk, but unexpectedly he lost his voice.

How could this be?

Tuanzi jumped in the direction of the door, motioning Qin Yuzhi to look.

Qin Yuzhi looked in his direction, trying to understand what he meant:

"You? What are you referring to?"

Seeing that Qin Yuzhi can't hear it? Understand its meaning, the dumpling anxiously jumped up and down on Qin Yuzhi's shoulder, chattering non-stop, the more anxious the dumpling was, the more Qin Yuzhi couldn't understand him. Meaning, one person, one dumpling? Bounce one? Doubt, no communication progress at all.

Later, Qin Yuzhi simply gave up communicating, and held the dumpling in his palm: "I'll ask Que An later, you? Take it easy."

Hearing the word Que An, the dumpling wobbled even more fiercely, and slipped back into Qin Yu's pocket while Qin Yu wasn't paying attention.

Qin Yuzhi looked at his pocket.

strangeness.

The snow outside the window was still raging, mixed with the strong wind as if it was about to break through the window, and he couldn't help shivering.

He took a deep breath, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, picked up his cell phone, sent a message to Que An and made a call, but no one answered, nor did he reply to the text message.

Did you just sit like this? I don’t know how long, only a click came from outside the door.

Only one dim light was turned on in the living room, reflecting on Que An's face, Que An raised his head and met the eyes of the person sitting on the sofa.

He didn't know where he went, his body was covered in dirt, and he still had the fragrance of fallen leaves on his body.

The two men looked at each other without moving.

In the end, it was Qin Yuzhi who succumbed first, stood up as if surrendering, walked in front of Que An, and reached out his hand to touch his body temperature without saying a word.

It's still so cold, even cooler than before, but there's no sign of warming up.

Qin Yuzhi didn't know what to do.

Do you really want to lock up Que An and lock him in the house? Let him go out?Apart from this barbaric method, Qin Yuzhi couldn't think of any other way to solve the problem.

The dumpling standing on Que An's head looked at Qin Yuzhi bouncing around, chirping as if he wanted to express something, but he couldn't express it, so he could only jump up and down anxiously.

At this moment, Aunt Chen hurried up and put a bath towel on him:

"Hey, where did it go? It fell into the soil and got so wet. Go and wash it. It's cold today, don't catch a cold anymore."

Que An nodded distractedly, absent-minded? He walked towards the bathroom absent-mindedly.

Qin Yuzhi frowned, and called his name after him: "Que An."

As if Que hadn't heard of it, he slammed the bathroom door shut like a walking dead.

Aunt Chen oops: "What's wrong?"

There was the sound of running water from inside the door, knocking on the floor, and after a full hour, the sound of running water didn't seem to stop.

Qin Yuzhi kept looking at his watch, and couldn't help worrying in his heart.

Que An had never washed for so long.

The 10 minutes of anxiety felt like two hours. He finally couldn't sit still. He stood up and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

Qin Yu's heart sank, he didn't care about anything else, and slammed the door hard with a bang.

The foam and water in the bathtub overflowed, and Que An lay quietly in the bathtub with his eyes tightly closed.

Wet water droplets on the hair? dripped down the carpet, melted into the water, and fell on the carpet, leaving a puddle of water stains.

Qin Yuzhi was shocked, and there was no response after calling his name twice. He quickly wrapped a bath towel, picked him up horizontally, wiped off the water, and put him on the sofa.

Que An was curled up on the sofa, covered with two layers of thin velvet blankets, as if trying to avoid contact with the outside world, wrapped into an airtight ball, just when Qin Yuzhi was helpless, The people on the sofa finally had some reaction.

Que An seemed to have regained consciousness, his eyes were slightly opened, and his mouth was murmuring unconsciously. Qin Yuzhi vaguely heard a different word, thinking that he said "don't go".

He approached, discerned carefully, and then heard what Que An said was "don't die".

Qin Yu was stunned. Before he could think carefully about the meaning of the two words, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by him. Then, the strength of his wrist suddenly increased, and his whole body was pulled to the ground. Slumped down on the sofa?

"Accompany me."

The boy's voice was very soft, scratching Qin Yuzhi's heart like a kitten, but the voice was not irresistible, like an aggressor aloft.

His eyes are tightly closed, and upon closer inspection, one can see that the tails of his eyes are red, his breathing is steady, and he is refusing to let go of the corners of the quilt, like a drowned man grasping the straw on the shore.

Qin Yuzhi couldn't resist the young man's strength and strength, sat on the side of the sofa, stretched out his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for Que An, and said with distress:

"I don't? Go, you? Be good."

When he was tucked into the corner of the blanket, he accidentally touched Que An's cold fingers, a trembling force pulled him down, and then the whole person fell into Que An's arms.

It was obviously a person who just fainted, so I don't know where he got so much energy.

The two men leaned sideways, and Que An passed his right hand around Qin Yu's waist, tightly clutching the corner of Qin Yuzhi's clothes, and his body temperature spread to him through the thin material.

Que An's body temperature has never been so cold, as if he just came out of the ice cellar, with a cold air, and it seems that even sleeping next to him can be disturbed by the "cold air".

Qin Yuzhi was just about to struggle to get up? He stopped, moved closer to Que An, and held his hand with both hands:

"You? Your body? It's getting colder."

Que An chuckled lightly, leaned his head on Qin Yuzhi's shoulder, imitated his previous appearance, and said in a very harmless voice:

"You? Touch me, it won't be cold."

As if he was still a shameless husky before, every night when he was working, he would approach him, rest his head on his lap, and signal him to smooth his fur.

Or as if the quarrel between the two people never existed.

Qin Yuzhi stretched out his hand and stroked the broken hair on Que An's forehead, and smoothed it out for him:

"I'm going to get the thermometer, you? Don't sleep here, I'll hug you? Go to bed.

Que An said:

"I don't?."

Because of the drawn-out tone of his voice, this sentence seemed a little underwhelming, but? Because of his sickness, it added a little weakness, and it sounded more like coquettishness.

Qin Yuzhi sighed?:

"Then you? Let me turn over first."

Anyway, there is an air conditioner, so it's not too cold to sleep here, but at this moment, his whole body is imprisoned, his strength is no bigger than Que An's, and his whole body is forced to lie on his side on the sofa, half hanging In the air, very uncomfortable.

Qin Yuzhi was so uncomfortable that he could only raise his eyes, looking up at Que An slightly.

Que An glanced at Qin Yu, his eyes were like a few degrees of cocktail, with a lazy feeling of drunkenness, then slowly turned around, and brought him into his arms along the way.

The attention of the two people facing each other is a little bit far away.

Que An withdrew his gaze and rested his head on his neck:

"Smooth my hair."

Qin Yuzhi's attention was distracted.

When Nian's cold skin was close to him, when he felt a slight tremor on Que An's body, he stretched out his hand and slowly stroked down Que An's hair.

The young man lowered his head, leaning his head on his neck and shoulders obediently, and his warm breath hit Qin Yu's collarbone.

Qin Yuzhi suddenly thought of the abnormal state of the dumpling,

"Que An, Jiji these few days? Can you speak?"

Que An lazily said: "Really?"

Qin Yuzhi nodded, a little worried about Jiji's state: "And it feels a little hot to the touch, doesn't it look like it's in good condition."

Que An yawned sleepily, closed his eyes and said:

"Let it go for a few days."

Listening to Que An's voice doesn't mean he really cares about it, doesn't he? It makes Qin Yuzhi a little worried:

"But I see that Jiji has something to say to me. I'm afraid it's something urgent. Seeing that Jiji is in a hurry, is there any way to make it say something?" After waiting for a long time, it didn't work out. After Que An said something, Qin Yuzhi called Que An's name again:

"Que An?"

Still no response, only gentle breathing.

Qin Yuzhi carefully turned his face to the side, and saw that Que An's eyes were closed, and his body was rising and falling naturally and steadily with his breathing.

The people around me fell asleep without knowing it.

Que An's sleeping appearance is very quiet, isn't it? Like a husky who flings into Qin Yu's arms with open teeth and claws on weekdays to let his hair down, he also? Has no temper?

It seems that the wanton appearance is smoothed by the lingering night, leaving only silence.

Qin Yuzhi lowered his eyelashes, didn't he? Kewen sighed, and gently tucked the corners of the quilt for him.