Worried that Song Chi would get angry again at night, Wei Xianghe was sleeping uneasy and woke up almost every hour or so. Almost every other time she would go to the next room to check the temperature on Song Chi's forehead, confirming that his body temperature was normal before he could return to the guest room to lie down safely.

The last time I woke up was around three o'clock in the middle of the night. Song Chi's forehead temperature rose slightly compared to before, but there was no big problem. It was probably a bit uncomfortable. Song Chi was sleeping and frowned. She didn't alarm Song Chi, and gently twisted the wet towel to physically cool him down. Soothe the wrinkles between his eyebrows and applied a wet towel to his forehead. It was probably the sudden coldness that made him feel a little better. He let out a low voice, turned over, and after two seconds, he rolled back. Wei Xiang and his eyes quickly pressed the towel to prevent it from sliding down because of Song Chi's movements.

Wei Xianghe stared at him, a little dazed.

In the afternoon, when she asked about the gossip and reported, she was mentally prepared and he avoided talking about it. It was not that she didn't believe him, but that this was a thing that was made out of nothing and was irrelevant in his heart, so disdaining to explain should be his usual style. What surprised her was that after she took the initiative to mention this matter, he explained it to her without any concealment, and was open-minded.

She thought that he respected her, as his wife.

Many times he is childish and arrogant and has no positive appearance, but when he is a gentleman, he is never vague. The student days that made her miss her were the same after marrying him. Even if it is more likely that she is his wife.

But she was already very content. It was a rare luck for her to stand by the bed and watch his harmless sleeping face as legally as she is now.

It was hard for her to even imagine that one day Song Chi would inadvertently find out her feelings. He would be surprised and panic when he knew that she secretly loved him for many years. After all, he was such a heartless person, and he could not understand this hopeless feeling hidden in his heart for many years.

She still remembers that he once hinted at the purpose of her marriage with him. In fact, she was not so casual that she could use marriage as a means to achieve a certain goal. If it weren't for his sudden proposal, she would never agree without hesitation.

He seemed to have not noticed her feelings for him.

Wei Xianghe stared at him by the bed for a while, came to his senses, let out a gentle breath, smiled, turned around and gently pulled open the drawer, and pulled out a diary from it.

The diary is very delicate, it is the light pink color of the girl's heart, with a small lock.

Having written most of the time, she turned her fingers against the edge of the paper for a while before turning to a new page.

"He doesn't seem to know much, I love him." Looking at Song Chi, who was sleeping heavily on the big bed, she wrote word by word in her diary.

——

The cold was coming in full force, and Song Chi was ill at home for several days and did not go to work. His nose was congested, his throat was inflamed, and his eyes were red and he had the urge to cry. He almost occupied all the symptoms that the cold should have.

When his body was uncomfortable, his whole mood became irritable. When he was irritable, he couldn't help but throw a tantrum. His throat became inflamed to orgasm. He also stubbornly chatted with Wei Xiang and Ji, either he was muttering lightly for the past two days, and his body was extremely lacking in oil or water, or he was talking about Wei Xiang and his body was taking his temperature from time to time. It was not necessary to disturb him to rest. It was not right to let him drink water. Now he was weak and he was too lazy to move to the bathroom.

I guess he had something to do with idleness, or his discomfort seriously affected his mood. Anyway, his face was smelly almost all day long.

Wei Xianghe knew that he had no malice, but he couldn't stop talking. Every time he talked to him, he smiled softly, comforted him with soft words, and tried his best to follow him.

Perhaps it was because Wei Xianghe was well taken care of, or because he was healthy, of course, Song Chi was more proud to agree with the latter answer. Anyway, according to his past experience, it took a week to get a serious cold, so he was almost cured on the fifth day.

He didn't stay in bed again in the afternoon. He got up and walked around the house for several times, waiting for dinner to have a good sleep. Tomorrow he was energetic and handsome and forced him to go out. But he was walking at home until nearly seven o'clock and didn't see Wei Xiang and come back to cook. He called her several times but no one answered her.

You don’t have to think about it and you know that you have had a temporary surgery again. He had similar experiences of being neglected when he was in Dancheng before.

Although he complained that Wei Xianghe was made light every day, he was reluctant and ate it very realistically, and he thought that he had basically recovered. He asked Wei Xianghe to make him a sumptuous and delicious meal tonight to improve his food, but according to the current situation, it is still a question whether he can have supper.

Strolling downstairs with annoyance, he went back to the bedroom upstairs to lie on the body, but after a while, he fell down with his dark face and pulled his slippers down. He went straight to the kitchen and refrigerator to find food.

Wei Xianghe didn't expect that a pregnant woman who had a premature birth would suddenly be sent to him when she got off work, so she hurriedly sent her to the operating room. When she came out, she looked at the time and it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. Thinking of Song Chi being sick at home, she hadn't had enough food yet, so she hurriedly took out her cell phone and wanted to call him, but when she saw the lock screen of the phone, she was stunned.

The 6 missed calls were all from Song Chi.

Wei Xianghe sighed helplessly, and after making six calls, no one answered, Song Chi should be angry again.

She called back to Song Chi as she walked to the office.

In the past few days, in case of affecting Song Chi's rest, Wei Xianghe mutes his cell phone. Song Chi has never remembered to turn the ringtone back. When Wei Xianghe called him back, he had just lay down and slept in a daze, so the silent cell phone naturally did not wake him up.

But Wei Xianghe seemed to have entered his dream, and his voice was not loud, and it was as clear and soft as ever, but he called his name one by one.

"Don't make a noise." He muttered impatiently.

Wei Xianghe pushed his hand and couldn't tell whether it was his sleep or he felt it was disturbed. He was confused and didn't know whether to wake him up for dinner or wait until he woke up before eating.

Still hesitating, Song Chi slowly opened his eyes, pursed his lips, raised his eyelids, and his face was a little confused, as if he had not yet come back to his senses from his sleep.

But soon, he woke up. Seeing that Wei Xiang and his hand was still lightly on his shoulder, he realized that Wei Xiang and he was not going to his dream, but were really calling him. He frowned habitually, lifted the quilt and stood up.

"What time is it?"

Wei Xianghe glanced at the time and replied, "It's past nine o'clock."

"Why are you so late?" Song Chi looked unhappy.

"The hospital has a temporary operation, so I can't call you." Wei Xianghe saw him frowning and narrowing his eyes. He looked down at the edge of the bed for slippers, circled around the bed, saw his shoes on the other side of the bed, and took them over to him.

"The hospital occasionally has this sudden operation. I will prepare you some food in the kitchen before going out. If I come back late, you can first place your stomach."

"Everything you make is hot, trouble."

"..." Wei Xiang and Song Chi went downstairs together, "I'm going to order something that doesn't need to be hot. Do you have anything you want to eat?"

“…”

“…”

At night, Wei Xianghe routinely took his body temperature. In fact, he had returned to normal. His nose breathing was unblocked, his throat was inflamed, and his voice was unknowingly back to his originally slightly magnetic throat. But this was Wei Xianghe's homework for a few days before going to bed. He had to accept her taking his body temperature for him, but now he is used to it and has not reacted for a while.

Wei Xianghe looked at the numbers displayed on the electronic thermometer, which were in the normal range.

She put away the thermometer and turned to Song Chi and smiled slightly, "Your cold is almost cured. Don't turn on the air conditioner too low at night, I'm afraid that the cold will recur again."

Song Chi lay on the bed, pillowing his arm and silently listened to her advice. After that, he muttered dissatisfiedly, "Why do you think I am a child?"

Wei Xianghe lowered her eyes and bent her lips.

"Then you rest, I'll go, good night."

Wei Xianghe subconsciously wanted to help him turn off the desk lamp, but then he thought about it and stopped again. Song Chi recovered from illness and became awake, so she didn't need to help him do these things.

Ignoring the slightest overflowing regret in my heart, she raised her foot and turned around.

But his wrist was suddenly held by a force.

She was stunned for a moment and turned around.

Song Chi held her hand and didn't put it, "Where are you going?"

Wei Xianghe didn't understand, looked at him in confusion, pointed to the next room, "I..." Didn't he let her sleep in the next room?

"I'm getting cold."

"..." The heartbeat was disrupted, Wei Xiang and his breathing were slightly stagnant, looking down at Song Chi, feeling confused and at a loss.

What he meant was to let her go back to her bedroom or...

Song Chi didn't give her too much time to think. After exerting a little force, Wei Xianghe was pulled and pounced on him before he could react. He turned over and pressed on her with an absolute advantage.

Song Chi supported her hands with her side, and her dark eyes met her gaze.

"Do you know why I caught a cold?"

"..." Wei Xiang and her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she turned her head slightly to avoid Song Chi's gaze. The next second, Song Chi turned her back with her chin pinched.

"I took a cool shower for half an hour that night."

"..." Wei Xianghe felt that his palms against his chest were hot.

"Later, I went out for more than an hour to blow the night wind. After drinking with Jiang Cheng, I blew the wind again before I went to the hotel to rest."

“…”

"Wei Xianghe, we are husband and wife, and we must fulfill our husband and wife's obligations. Do you know?"

Wei Xiang and her cheeks were hot, and she pursed her lips and didn't speak.

Song Chi seemed to be very persistent about this question, "Do you know?"

The one that pressed against her lower abdomen was ready to go. Song Chi pinched her chin and moved her body slightly, and the one that pressed down against her lower abdomen.

Wei Xiang and his teeth were so embarrassed that they were trembling, "I know... I know."

Song Chi finally curled his lips with satisfaction, "I took the initiative to do that time. Is it your turn to do this time?"

Wei Xianghe's head exploded with a bang. She looked at Song Chi without blinking.

Song Chi cunningly raised a smile, buried her head and bit her lips, and leaned into her hands from under her nightgown.

Wei Xiang and his body trembled.

Song Chi didn't stop, and his nightgown was pushed to the waist. "If you don't suffer any losses, we will do it separately at the same time."

His hands were like a soldering iron, and whenever he went, they brought a burst of heat and goosebumps. His beautiful and dark eyes looked at her eyes, and his hands wandered around him and did evil.

Wei Xianghe felt the constraints on his chest loosen, and then the softness on his chest was held and kneaded by a big palm.

Her body stiffened. She looked at each other quietly, and Song Chi's black eyes seemed to be vortex, attracting her endlessly and sweeping away all her thoughts.

After blinking, her eyes fell on his lips. After a moment, she raised her head slightly and tentatively printed her lips. When the lips touched each other, Song Chi immediately turned around. The tip of her tongue opened her teeth and drove straight in, and she swept her violently.

The nightgown had been peeled off without realizing it. In the true sense of honesty, Wei Xiang and Wushuo climbed on Song Chi and completely lost their thoughts. After a depressed groan, she became like duckweed and could not find her support, but only floated with him.

The author has something to say: There is no expanded version, just this one, I have tried my best!!

In addition, I have been holding it in my heart for a long time and haven't said it. I can't hold it in my heart anymore. I said it all in one breath today. If you don't like it, just quit it just so spicy. It doesn't matter

(…Ahem, I'm going to start!)

There have been messages saying that progress is slow, but don’t you think this kind of daily life is very warm. It seems that Song Chi’s personality is not worthy of Wei Xianghe. But if he is asked to whisper to those charming sluts outside, you are not happy. If it weren’t for the close relationship, who would have exposed his personality flaws without limit? I am not a macho person, I just think that the male protagonist keeps showing the essence of a giant baby to the female protagonist and the female protagonist spoils him.

Nuan is also very loving, so I opened this article. I have never said that the whole article of the male protagonist is heartless. As for the kind of plot that readers speculate, I am not responsible. And don’t urge the progress. Slow heat is slow heat, but I still tend to write about the natural feelings that slowly discover from the heart, rather than the fast-food love that makes people feel a little embarrassed. And I know, you just care when they drive [hisper]

Oh, by the way, it’s not just a male and female protagonist that can support an article (or there are great masters, but I can’t do it enough, at least I can’t do it yet), so even if I think the content is so good, I will still write it according to my own ideas. After all, there are a thousand Hamlets in my heart, and I can’t write an article for every reader’s preferences. I will read comments, but whether I follow it or not, I will have to follow the actual situation of my writing. What’s the story?

There is also the question of taking leave. To be honest, I don’t want to take leave than anyone else. Every time I ask for leave for non-serious reasons on Friday (the article has been published twice so far), I feel very tired, and I feel sorry for you who have been supporting me if I have been supporting me. Promising to make up for Saturday means I need to make up for code on Saturday. My opponent’s slow speed means I can’t do anything on this day, and even the arranged fitness plan will be put on hold. I know that people will be unhappy for taking leave, but I still can’t guarantee that I will make up for daily updates until the end. After all, I am not a full-time author. In addition to working, I occasionally have sudden events or headaches, but I will try my best. When I take leave on Friday

Someone is unhappy. Did I just say it was because I was sleepy and Kavin were too honest? [Haha, just kidding] Anyway, I would not ask for leave easily when I was forced to take leave (I finally got the good habit of writing articles every day when I wrote the bridge later. I couldn't let it be squandered by my depravity). If I need to take leave, I will still tell the truth as always. I promised to make up for the updates that will be made up for (I seem to have done this every time), so I still hope that everyone can understand each other. If you want to abandon the article, don't give me face like this, and I'll be content.

It's either a glass heart, or I just want to be honest with everyone. When I turned around, I actually said so much, and I was a little scared.

Well, I’m sorry, I’m hiding, babies are happy to read the article!
Chapter completed!