Before the Male God Blackened

But the end of the okay show affection was that the warmth of the next day was lying on the bed feebly, and her throat was sore that she felt as if she couldn’t even make a sound, and her head was hurting so much that she was so painful. I don't know what to do to be comfortable.

Even if she doesn’t have to go to the hospital, Warmth knows that she now has a fever almost out of ten, and the fever is quite severe, the whole body is hot and dizzy, so even if she wants to, I’m afraid the person who seals the house will be too. I won't let her take care of Fengyue anymore...

Sure enough, the old housekeeper Zhou Shu, who saw the warm first glance, immediately granted her a seven-day leave, ordering her to get well before she can return to work.

Warmth just sighed in his heart as expected, and the corner of his eyes caught a glimpse of the early morning, Zhou Wenyao wearing a set of pure black sleepiness, leaning on the railing of the stairs, smiled at her extraordinarily Sao Bao.

Just glanced at him, the warm eyes instantly cooled down, and then turned around without saying a word, ready to pack things in the room.

But she didn't want to wait for her to pack her things, she was about to go out, and just walked through the Fengjia Hall, and saw Zhou Wenyao, who had put on a suit, sitting upright at the table, eating breakfast with extraordinarily grace.

This is nothing but this elegance, but there is a sense of pretentiousness.

As soon as he saw the warmth, the man immediately put down the knife and fork in his hand, gently wiped his mouth, and looked straight at the warmth, with surprise in his eyes at the right time.

"Miss Song, why..."

"Yes, what happened last night was that I was wrong. Here I can apologize to you, even if you want any compensation, it is also possible, how...how..."

As soon as he heard him say this, Warmth knew that this person was 100% intentional. She didn’t believe that Uncle Zhou would not tell him that she had a fever of 39.5 now, and she didn’t believe that he didn’t see how wrong she was now, and she had to start teasing. , But it really comes from the inferior nature of the bones.

Hearing this, he glanced at him without saying a word, but what she thought in her heart was that her Feng Yue was still in the hands of others, so she could only patiently turn her head and pointed at the man sitting there to show her. A bright smile came, "I understand, Mr. Zhou, you were drunk last night, so you mistaken me for someone next to me. I don’t need to apologize or make any compensation. I just hope to wait for me. After I get better, Mr. Zhou can still let me go back here to continue working..."

After finishing speaking, I don’t know if it’s because of the sickness, or because of other reasons, the warm body swayed, then he shook his head slightly, and then smiled in Zhou Wenyao's direction forcibly, carrying the bag. I got up and walked out.

In the early morning, the girl's smile was like that little lily that had just been stained with dew and was in bud.

I have to admit that even Zhou Wenyao, who was originally teasing, was inevitably surprised for a moment.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and watched warmth slowly walking through the Fengjia’s yard, watching her smile and thanking the servant who opened the door for her. When he wanted to look again, suddenly a familiar voice was in his ears. The side rang.

Zhou Wenyao followed the sound and saw Fang Qingya with a panic face standing upstairs and looking at him. The woman was wearing a beige coat and her hair was messy, and she could occasionally see both of them on her neck. The proof of love last night, when he saw him looking back, he bit his nice lips, "I thought...you're gone..."

He heard her say something softly.

I don't know why, this voice that he loved to listen to, and the copy he loved to watch, suddenly became a bit dull after just appreciating the beauty of the dew-stained Sayuri.

But despite the thoughts in his heart, Zhou Wenyao smiled wickedly at Fang Qingya upstairs, "Why? I didn't say last night, I will rest today, and then... stay with you for a day."

Yes, under the multiple stimulations of last night, he finally heard from Fang Qingya's mouth what he had thought for a long time. It can be said that they are now connected.

And just after Fang Qingya and Zhou Wenyao left Feng's home, a figure shut off Zhou Wenyao's surveillance first, and then slowly came to a door and came to the man in a wheelchair who was motionless. It showed deep respect and love.

"Master."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yue raised his mouth slightly.

"all gone?"

Although the man was struggling to speak, he did not look like he was extremely weak in his mind last night.

"Yes. Miss Song left in the morning, and they just walked for a quarter of an hour. We have five minutes."

"Well, before, order?"

There is not much time, and the man immediately asks what he cares about the most.

"It's all done, now it's developing smoothly."

"Okay, last night?"

"You and Ms. Song's monitoring last night, he came to check it early in the morning. Seeing that he has a good posture, he should have been in the set."

"Um."

"...And their appearance in the morning should have understood each other..."

Hearing such words, Feng Yue's mouth evoked a mocking smile, "I knew it. Doctor Lu?"

"Say that you have recovered well recently, but it will take at least three months."

"Three months...Okay, time, it's time, you, go..."

Hearing this, the person standing in front of him nodded, just about to turn around and walk out, but the moment he touched the doorknob, the ghost turned his head back and said hesitantly, "In the morning, Miss Song specially told me when she left. I push you out to bask at this time every day, I don’t know Master..."

Hearing this, Feng Yue's eyes froze for a moment, and then he replied, "No, use it."

"Yes." The visitor turned the doorknob back, but before he left, he remembered that the girl was flushed with a face, burnt in a daze, but still had a pleading expression, and that she was reluctant and pleased in front of Zhou Wenyao. He laughed, paused, and opened his mouth again, "Actually, Miss Song is still very good, Master, you..."

He didn't finish the rest of the story, and he didn't intend to continue speaking any more, he unscrewed the door and walked out.

Looking at the closed door, Feng Yue's eyes flickered slightly, and he inexplicably recalled the early morning when he and her first met.

"Hello, I am warm..."

He heard her say this.

Unconsciously, Feng Yue looked at the door and walked away.

Last night, he was indeed acting for Zhou Wenyao, but is it really all acting there?

After catching a cold for seven days, Warm really felt that she was tossed a little bit harder. Looking in the mirror, she felt that her face was much smaller. The most important thing was that she wanted to seal it off.

In the past few days when she was absent, she didn't know if the other party had any good food, sunbathing, and bathing, and who helped him?

The more I want to be warm, the more I feel at home.

The warmth and longings here overflowed, and Feng Yue on the other side felt that his surroundings seemed to be filled with that energetic figure everywhere.

Now the relationship between Fang Qingya and Zhou Wenyao can be said to be thriving, and he can’t take care of him. He hasn’t seen the two of them live broadcast for several days, and even occasionally comes out to enjoy the sun. This is what he used to be. It's impossible to enjoy it.

Basking in the warm afternoon sun, suddenly, Feng Yue saw an orange little milk cat rolling himself out of the flowers beside him, and he didn’t know if it was rolling hard and stopped rolling. After that, she lay dizzy on the ground for a long time without moving.

And when he came back to his senses, he saw it swayingly towards him, yelling non-stop, and didn't know if it was trying to eat or acting like a baby.

Seeing this little milk cat, Feng Yue somehow thought of an equally cute little guy.

He hasn't seen her for a long time...

Then he watched that the little thing beside his feet might not be ready to eat, raised his head and tilted his head suspiciously, and then staggered to the other side, but it was going in the same direction. A bush of roses.

The rose flower looks particularly delicate in the sun, but its thorns are equally sharp and fierce.

Seeing that the little thing shook his head and shook his head against the thorn without looking back, Feng Yue's brows instantly wrinkled without a trace.

Such a cat is similar to what he used to be. Knowing that it has a thorn, he still has to pierce it.

Without him, just because there is only such a way in front of him.

He kept staring at the orange back, and just when the other party was about to be bloody, he saw a white figure quickly running past him, and then when the little thing hit the rose thorn, I pressed it down with one hand, and then reached out and hugged it into my arms.

"Yeah, fortunately I ran fast enough, otherwise you will suffer!"

He said, turning his head warmly, holding a kitten in the rose bush, smiling brightly at him.

"Look, Feng Yue, what did I find, a kitten!"

Almost at the same time, the dumb kitten in her arms also meowed at him.

Such a picture, Feng Yue only feels that no matter how long it passes in the future, it will always exist vividly and beautifully in his memory.

Named, salvation.

Thinking about it, the corners of Feng Yue's mouth rose.

At the same time, as soon as he arrived in the backyard, seeing the smiling Fang Qingya of Feng Yue only felt that the blood under her body was about to freeze into ice at this moment.

He, he, he actually...

The next day, after warming and pushing Fengyue to leave the room, she removed the pinhole camera in her room and secretly put it in.

Then, it was time for Feng Yue to take medicine once a month.

Warmly looked at the housekeeper in front of him, and the piles of pills in his hand. Such medicines, such medicines are actually what Feng Yue has been taking for several years...

The smile on his warm face was extremely reluctant, but he raised his head and looked at the housekeeper in front of him seriously.

"Feng Yue hasn’t eaten anything yet. Taking medicine will hurt his stomach. Uncle Zhou, if you can, can you please go to the kitchen to fetch me a meal first, and let him eat it when I finish feeding Feng Yue. Is the medicine good?"

Hearing this, Zhou Shu frowned and nodded for a long time.

Seeing him about to leave, Warm stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

"The medicine is here. Why, Uncle Zhou, you have to take the medicine to the kitchen. This is me, no one else. I just watched it!"

Hearing such words, Zhou Shu's eyes flashed with hesitation. After a long stalemate, he still put down the medicine.

While smiling and watching the warmth of Uncle Zhou's departure, he rushed back to her room almost instantly. When she came back, she was holding a bottle of medicine in her hand. She took a deep breath and quickly changed the two medicine bottles. come over.

I stuffed the bottle of medicine with vitamins into my pocket, and put the remaining bottle in English safely in place, and then sat quietly back next to Feng Yue, not sure if it was. Because she had never done anything bad, she was shivering terribly all over.

In search of comfort, she quickly shook Feng Yue's hand.

When she squeezed, Feng Yue found that the girl's palm was cold.

Upon seeing this, Feng Yue lowered his eyes slightly.

As he expected, she really saw that there was a problem with the medicine she was taking.

Almost at the same time, Fang Qingya, who was sitting in her room, covered her mouth in a panic, Zhou Wenyao looked at the two people in the monitor who were holding their hands tightly, and raised her lips.

The author has something to say: Again, three of the four are old drivers. This chapter is about the process of their old drivers. Only Fang is silly and not sweet, hahaha.

No abuse, no abuse, no abuse, no abuse, no abuse, hahaha.

You have to know how a man who has been a vegetative for so long can be invincible as soon as he is blackened. It is not blackened, that is open hanging. Here is where the original plot is not explained clearly.