Chapter 345 Black Sesame Filling in Milk Dumplings
Judging from the meaning expressed on Jian Zhanyan's face, this person must still have a low-grade fever, otherwise he would not have said such irritating words.
Su Qian discovered that Jian Zhanyan's personality would often become dull, even a little silly, when his body was "out of condition".
It was the last time I drank, and it was the same this time when I got sick.
Fortunately, the male protagonist who is currently ill seems to have a good IQ.
Seeing the other person's face raised for asking for shrimps, Su Qian raised her hand to cover Jian Zhanyan's forehead. The temperature was not high when she touched it, but the other person's face looked a little red, which was obviously because the heat in the body could not be dissipated.
"Want some shrimp?"
Feeling the warmth of Su Qian's palm, Jian Zhanyan felt very comfortable. His eyelashes trembled slightly and he pushed forward, hoping that Su Qian's clasped palm would be close to his forehead.
This is a subconscious action. When people feel uncomfortable, they will always find ways to make themselves feel better.
Then when he heard Su Qian's question, he nodded.
Seeing Jian Zhanyan's obedient appearance, Su Qian nodded with satisfaction, that's fine, as long as he doesn't behave like a drunk.
"Take your temperature and give you some shrimp after reading it."
Jian Zhanyan leaned on Su Qian's hand. In fact, he didn't quite hear what the other person said. He wanted to sleep when he came back, but the cool touch on his forehead made him feel drowsy again.
"Son, go get the thermometer. Dad seems to be sick."
When Su Yang saw this, he jumped down from his chair and went upstairs to get the medical kit, which contained a thermometer.
Jian Zhanyan seemed to be very sensitive to the word sick. After hearing it, he immediately retorted: "I'm not sick!"
Seeing that Jian Zhanyan was feeling energetic again, Su Qian took back the hand covering her forehead. Just now, she saw that Jian Zhanyan was a little drowsy and wanted to use this to help him find his center of gravity.
Now that she sees that the person is much more awake, she wants to take her hand back.
Unexpectedly, Jian Zhanyan, who had been slow since entering the room, suddenly raised his hand to hold Su Qian's, pressed her hand back to his forehead, then rested his elbow on the table, and just followed Su Qian's hand without letting go.
"Leave it for a while~"
Jian Zhanyan's cold symptoms were relieved, but his discomfort was still there. Su Qian touched his forehead with his hand, and he obviously felt that the buzzing in his head suddenly calmed down.
Perhaps because of his illness, Jian Zhanyan's thinking was like a stuck clock, and he was not thinking smoothly at all.
So now I blurt out everything I say and do, expressing what I feel in my heart more directly.
Su Qian:......
Why did this person give her a familiar aura again, just like the feeling when he was drunk that night and had to drag her to talk...
Su Qian didn't think much about it. Jian Zhanyan didn't let him take his hand away because his hand was cooler than his body temperature, which made him feel less uncomfortable on his forehead.
The person involved was very realistic, and all the staff in the small room covered their mouths for fear of screaming.
——It turns out that this is how wealthy couples get along! Mr. Jian is so coquettish!
——The Jane I see online is always so dignified, cold and arrogant, and even in private she will act coquettishly in front of her wife!
——Ah, these are true feelings. All the conspiracy theories revealed on the Internet are all false!
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Some gossips do not require words. You can communicate with each other through eyes and know what the other person means. The staff obviously did this, and everyone was very excited.
Su Yang went downstairs, holding a thermometer in his hand.
Su Qian looked at her hand that was being held down by Jian Zhanyan, and then saw that the other person was half-climbing on the table with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep. Su Qian said, "Son, put the thermometer under dad's tongue."
Su Yang did as he was told, and then Jian Zhanyan spat it out, and then said with disgust: "It's not a shrimp."
"Hold it, there will be shrimp to eat in five minutes."
Jian Zhanyan's expression seemed like he didn't hear anything, but when Su Yang put the thermometer in Jian Zhanyan's mouth, he didn't vomit.
"Mom, dad is sick?"
Su Yang's eyes were a little worried. It was the first time he saw his father in such a weak state.
"Don't worry, dad will be fine after taking the medicine." Su Qian wanted to reach out and touch her son comfortingly, but found that her right hand was being held down by the male protagonist, and her left hand was twisted and stretched out to reach Su Yang.
"Mom, I'm going to make daddy's bed!"
Su Yang now wanted to do something for his sick father, and finally thought of making a bed. It has to be said that Jian Zhanyan's original goal was achieved.
In order to eat shrimp, he pretended to be sorry and said he was sick. Now Su Yang feels very sorry for his father.
If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked my dad to eat shrimp!
In this way, Dad won't be sad because he picked up small shrimps for him, and Mom will have enough to eat! Su Yang sighed like an adult, thinking that he didn't handle it well this time, and he won't do it next time.
Seeing her son walking away with his hands behind his back, she smiled and shook her head.
Five minutes later, Jian Zhanyan's question came out, saying it was a low-grade fever.
Su Qian wanted to get Jian Zhanyan medicine for low fever, but the man held her hand and refused to let go. Su Qian pushed Jian Zhanyan's shoulder and shook his other hand. She didn't seem to wake up. , just muttered twice and turned over.
It's not that she didn't give him a chance, it seemed that she had no choice but to use a trick.
With Jian Zhanyan's scream, Su Qian took her hand back.
staff member:……
Is this something they can see?
Mr. Jian’s ears were picked on!
They seem to have some understanding of family status and so on now.
The burning pain in her ears completely woke up the dazed Jian Zhanyan. Before Su Qian pulled her ears, Jian Zhanyan had been dreaming of fishing in the river.
With a sound in her mouth, Su Qian withdrew her hand, quickly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of shrimp and stuffed it into Jian Zhanyan's mouth.
Okay, she did what she said.
"Come into the house with me, take medicine and go to sleep. Measure again in the middle of the night. If you have a fever, go to the hospital."
After saying that, Su Qian turned around and walked to the room, with Jian Zhanyan obediently following behind.
He didn't realize until he got into the room, why was he so obedient? His ears were still burning!
"Didn't you make the bed for daddy?" Su Qian asked, looking at the little bun lying on the bed.
"I think it would be better to warm the bed so that daddy can be warm when he lies in it."
"Thank you son!"
"You're welcome!"
Listening to the conversation between father and son, Su Qian went upstairs to get the medicine, poured a glass of water and handed it to Jian Zhanyan, saying: "Take the medicine."
Jian Zhanyan lowered his eyes and looked at the waist in Su Qian's hand. An incomprehensible emotion flashed in his eyes, then he reached out and took the medicine.
"Dad, you have to sleep by yourself today. If I stay with you, it will be bad if you pass the cold to me and I pass it on to my mother. My mother is a princess and cannot get sick."
Su Yang talked sense.
It's just that this principle sounds a bit crooked to me.
Jian Zhanyan was sick and his brain only slowed down a little, but he was definitely not brainless. He subconsciously asked: "Then what am I?"
Mom is a princess, where is dad?
"You are daddy."
"What should I do, mom? Dad is sick and stupid." Su Yang tugged on Su Qian's sleeve, looking a little worried.
"Okay, let dad have a good rest. You still have half a bowl of rice to eat. Don't leave any left."
Su Yang went to the kitchen, and when he left the room, he told Jian Zhanyan to have a good rest.
"I will stay up late today, and then I will ask you to take your temperature before going to bed. If you still have a low fever, you will have to go to the hospital. You can lie down in bed and take a nap first to see if the sweating will get better."
After Su Qian told Jian Zhanyan, she turned off the lights, left a night light on and closed the door.
There are several rooms in the apartment that do not have cameras installed, and Jian Zhanyan's room is one of them.
Jian Zhanyan sat in the dark room, first touched his head, and then touched the warm quilt. He lay on it in a big posture, and his chaotic mind became sober.
As if the brain had just come to its senses, it played back the scenes that happened after returning home frame by frame.
Thinking of these, Jian Zhanyan gradually fell into sleep.
He thought that when he opened his eyes again, Su Qian would ask him to take his temperature, but in fact, he was awakened by a scream.