The drizzle lingered on the ground. The three of them leaned against the big tree, and the rain soaked into their clothes.

When the rain subsided, Xu Jinyue drove Xiao Cheng back to Ruo's mansion. The three of them were all wet, like drowned rats. Fortunately, Mo Zhiyu asked Ruo Xiaocheng to put on his coat, so they didn't get cold.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the backs of Xiao Cheng and Xu Jinyue leaving, and suddenly felt so lonely. In the past, Qing was always with him, but now? Even though he has many women around him, he is still lonely anyway. Those women

It's all about money, how much is their sincerity worth?

The cold wind passed by, and Mo Zhiyu shrank down, trembling slightly, and sneezed continuously.

He kept complaining and saying, "Damn it."

After Xiao Cheng returned to Ruo's home, she immediately put on hot water, took off her rain-stained clothes, raised her toes and put them into the boiling water. She soaked her whole body in the bathtub, feeling warm and comfortable.

The steam in the bathroom was steaming, and a layer of white mist appeared, rushing toward her face, making Xiao Cheng's skin smoother and more tender...

Mo Zhiyu's body felt uncomfortable with hot and cold turns. At this time, Mo Zhiyu just wanted to see Xiao Cheng.

Ding dong... Xiao Cheng had just finished taking a bath, put on her bathrobe, and wiped her slender black hair, when the doorbell rang. I wonder who it was?

Xiao Cheng slowly opened the door, and a wet soft object fell on Xiao Cheng's body.

"Oh my god, Mo Zhiyu, what are you doing? I just took a shower."

Xiao Cheng struggled to support Mo Zhiyu, only to hear a rapid gasping sound coming from Mo Zhiyu, and Mo Zhiyu said hoarsely and lowly, "I'm so cold."

Xiao Cheng couldn't hold on any longer, and Xiao Cheng was crushed to the ground by Mo Zhiyu's gravity.

"Ah, it hurts. What's wrong with you?" Xiao Cheng fell on his butt, while Mo Zhiyu fell comfortably into Xiao Cheng's arms.

When Xiao Cheng wanted to turn Mo Zhiyu off, he felt a burst of hot temperature, "Mo Zhiyu, why are you so hot? You have a high fever!"

Only then did Xiao Cheng remember that the clothes this guy was wearing were so thin. "You idiot, why did you give me clothes? You made me sick." Xiao Cheng said anxiously, feeling a little guilty.

Mo Zhiyu still said bravely, "If I don't give you clothes, maybe you will be the one who gets sick. It's okay, it's just a little cold."

Xiao Cheng was a little touched. So far, Mo Zhiyu had been taking care of him several times when he was injured or sick. Although he was very annoying, he couldn't be ungrateful and ignore his life and death. As compensation, he had to take good care of him.

She supported the dripping giant and took Mo Zhiyu to her room with all her strength.

Xiao Cheng couldn't hold on anymore, and with a snap, Mo Zhiyu fell on her bed, and a large amount of water seeped into Xiao Cheng's bed quilt.

"Woo, my bed is all wet." Xiao Cheng complained to Mo Zhiyu, but forget it and don't care about the patient.

Xiao Cheng put up her soft hair, pulled up her sleeves, and unceremoniously dragged Mo Zhiyu, who was lying on the bed, on the floor, and put on dry sheets and quilts.

Xiao Cheng stared at the troublemaker in front of him, what should he do? Mo Zhiyu's clothes had to be changed, otherwise the disease would never be cured, so he still went out of his way to help Mo Zhiyu change them.

Xiao Cheng rummaged through Ruo's house. The master and his wife had kept it really clean. They didn't know where to get some clothes for Mo Zhiyu, so Xiao Cheng had to find a bathrobe suitable for Mo Zhiyu from the cabinet.

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Xiao Cheng nervously walked to Mo Zhiyu, squatted down, holding the snow-white robe in her hand, and put it aside. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, and slowly stretched her trembling hands to Mo Zhiyu's chest, wanting to

Unbutton.

When Xiao Cheng was about to undo the first button, a deep voice came, "Slut, what are you doing?"

"Of course I'm helping you change your clothes. They're all soaked. Can your illness be cured?" Xiao Cheng was startled by Mo Zhiyu and yelled back at him fiercely, staring with wide eyes.

"Am I still going to fall for him? His good intentions are not rewarded, and he actually calls me a pervert."

Mo Zhiyu knew that it would be difficult for Xiao Cheng to change clothes. Although he was looking forward to it, he still did it by himself.

"I, I'll change it myself." Mo Zhiyu snatched the bathrobe from Xiao Cheng's hand.

Mo Zhiyu stood up with difficulty, and just as he was about to stretch his hands, he fell down. Then he fell unconscious.

"Oh, look, let you be brave." After Xiao Cheng unbuttoned, he turned his head, helped Mo Zhiyu change out of his wet clothes, moved him back to the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

Xiao Cheng wiped his sweat and put a hot towel on his forehead. After working for a while, she slapped her sore shoulders and looked at the wet floor, "I'm really busy now."

At night, the rain was falling heavily, and the wind was blowing loudly. Mo Zhiyu shrank into a ball in the cold, and he didn't know how many sneezes he had during the night...

Xiao Cheng took care of everything and fell down on the sofa to sleep when he was so tired that he still remembered nothing about Mo Zhiyu.

In the early morning, the birds were jumping happily on the trees and humming their chirping tunes.

Xiao Cheng stretched his stiff body and rubbed his eyes gently. His whole body was sore and his back ached, so he couldn't move quickly.

"By the way, I almost forgot about him."

Xiaocheng, you have some conscience and finally thought of someone.

Xiao Cheng thought to himself: It's been a day, and Mo Zhiyu's illness should be cured, otherwise he would have to occupy his room again.

Xiao Cheng came to the room quietly. Seeing that Mo Zhiyu was sleeping so soundly, he should be fine. Seeing that Mo Zhiyu was huddled up, Xiao Cheng hugged the quilt and gently covered him.

The quilt is pulled up.

Mo Zhiyu turned around, with a painful expression on his face. Xiao Cheng was a little worried. He stretched out his hand to Mo Zhiyu's forehead, and a hot temperature spread to the palm of her hand.

"Oops, it's even hotter than yesterday." Xiao Cheng regretted his irresponsibility a little, but now he's doing well. He has a busy schedule and has to serve this "eldest son".

Xiao Cheng rummaged through the cabinets looking for the medical kit, and there were noises coming from inside the house. Xiao Cheng's memory has been getting worse recently. Could it be that Ke Xin is not here and he can't do anything? Or has he become lazy?

Is it missing?

After finding the pills, Xiao Cheng helped Mo Zhiyu sit up with warm water. When he was about to give Mo Zhiyu the medicine, "Qing, Qing, don't leave me, okay? I can give you anything you want, and I'm willing to give you anything."

Give up, as long as you don't leave me..."

It seems that Mo Zhiyu's head is very burned. What are you talking about? Who is Qing? I have heard Mo Zhiyu say this name before!

No matter who she was, Xiao Cheng stuffed the medicine into Mo Zhiyu's mouth unceremoniously, raised Mo Zhiyu's chin roughly, and poured water into him. Watching the medicine choke on his throat, Xiao Cheng felt a little relieved.

After working for a long time, Xiao Cheng's stomach was rumbling with hunger. He had to cook something light for Mo Zhiyu to eat. Oops, he didn't even have time to rest for a while...

Xiao Cheng was chopping vegetables on the chopping board in a familiar manner. The hot rice porridge was boiling in the pot. Her tired eyelids could hardly open. They drooped hard, but she kept her eyes open desperately.

Inadvertently, he also cut his own hand. The knife cut open Xiao Cheng's hand, leaving blood-red liquid on the chopping board and the dish. "Damn it." Xiao Cheng sucked his hand. The dish was cut in vain, and the chopping board was also covered with blood.

It can no longer be used, mixed with the smell of its own fresh blood.

But this knife helped Xiao Cheng to refresh himself.

Xiao Cheng wrapped the wound with gauze. Although the scope of the injury was not large, it was very deep because she cut the vegetables very hard, as if she had a grudge against the vegetables.

It was better now, and the vegetables could no longer be cut. Xiao Cheng poured all the chopped vegetables into the pot and stirred them. Now Xiao Cheng has become left-handed and has been using his left hand to do things. It is very inconvenient. Seasoning

I poured too much by accident, or poured it in the wrong way out of confusion. Now, a ball of mixed millet porridge of unknown origin appeared in the pot.

Xiao Cheng had no choice but to eat as much as possible. Xiao Cheng tried his best to scoop up a large bowl of rice porridge, but the surrounding area was covered with rice porridge.

Xiao Cheng carefully brought the porridge into the room and placed it on the table to let it cool down. The wound on her right hand was torn open, and the blood-red marks dyed the snow-white gauze red.

Xiao Cheng gestured and put his hand on Mo Zhiyu's forehead. It seemed much better and not as hot as before. The medicine should have taken effect. Suddenly something grabbed Xiao Cheng's left hand.

"Qing, Qing..." Mo Zhiyu grabbed Xiao Cheng's hand tightly in excitement. Fortunately, it was his left hand, so as to prevent his right hand from becoming more useless.

Xiao Cheng sighed and looked at Mo Zhiyu, isn't she just a woman? No, she has never seen Mo Zhiyu missing someone so much. What kind of person is she? She must be powerful to be able to capture the heart of such a playboy.

Role.

Mo Zhiyu seemed to be awake, his head hurt, but the person in front of him was Xiao Cheng. He was obviously a little disappointed, and he still kept calling Qing's name in his heart, even though it was Xiao Cheng standing in front of him.

Xiao Cheng handed Mo Zhiyu a medicine and water, "You will be better if you take medicine."

Mo Zhiyu swallowed the medicine. Xiao Cheng originally planned to hand Mo Zhiyu a glass of water with his right hand, but unexpectedly the cup in his hand fell to the floor. The floor was covered with water and fragments. Fortunately, there were no thorns.

to oneself.

Mo Zhiyu got out of bed anxiously, "You're okay."

"It's okay, go back and have a rest." Only then did Mo Zhiyu notice that Xiao Cheng's hand was bandaged with gauze, which was not yet full of blood red. He asked heartbrokenly, "Xiao Cheng, is your hand like this?"

"It's okay, I accidentally scratched it a little bit."

"A little? Let me see."

Mo Zhiyu took off the gauze without caring, and blood dripped on the floor, "It's okay."

Mo Zhiyu yelled at Xiao Cheng angrily.

"me…"

"It's just a minor injury, it's okay." Mo Zhiyu grabbed Xiao Cheng's hand without saying a word.
Chapter completed!