Dressed As a Paranoid Beauty’s Rival

Pei Yu stood beside the bed and coughed softly, his body trembling a little.

Yun Qiao looked up at Pei Yu, and found that his lips were crimson, and his normally straight back was slightly curved, revealing a decadent atmosphere.

When Pei Yu's cough came, Yun Qiao was dying of anxiety. She reached out and dragged the tool, but she couldn't find the switch, and she didn't know where it touched, and the tool suddenly vibrated.

"Buzzing—"

fuck

What's up with this thing?

Pei Yu heard some strange noises, he turned his head to the side subconsciously, and out of the corner of his eyes only saw the vibrations and fluctuations of the white quilt.

The sudden situation made Yun Qiao almost scream. Seeing that Pei Yu wanted to turn around and look at it, she stopped immediately.

"I'll be fine soon, don't look! Don't look! Don't look!"

"Oh-"

Pei Yu turned his head back again, clenched his fist against his lips, coughed twice to ease the embarrassment,

Yun Qiao hugged the quilt tightly, really not knowing what to do with the thing, she was heartbroken, and with a click, it was broken.

It finally stopped.

Pei Yu, who had his back turned to Yun Qiao, heard Yun Qiao take a long breath, and then said in an unfinished manner—

"I'm ready."

The sound is still a little tired.

Pei Yu had never encountered such a thing before. Hearing her words, he licked his dry lips. Even though he was embarrassed, he still decided to appease her.

"It's still pretty fast."

"That's not."

Yun Qiao sighed and sat up. If he didn't hurry up, his face would be completely disgraced.

Yun Qiao slipped down from Pei Yu's bed. At this time, she didn't have time to investigate why she was in Pei Yu's bed and just wanted to run away.

"Brother, I'm leaving first, see you next time!"

Pei Yu watched Yun Qiao leave, and his eyes fell on the bed again. The soft bed was pushed into a hole by Yun Qiao, and the sheets were wrinkled.

He walked over and wanted to stretch out his hand to tidy up the sheets, but as soon as his fingers touched the white sheets, the slight ups and downs that Yu Guang had noticed just now appeared in his mind.

Yunqiao

on his bed

did something like that.

A trace of crimson appeared under Pei Yuxue's white skin. He didn't dare to look at it again. He turned to pick up the desk phone on the bedside table, but for some reason, he pressed the wrong key several times, and finally successfully called Aunt Wen.

"Hello, Aunt Wen?"

"Come and change the quilt in my room later."

After hesitating,

"."

"Forget it, let's change it later."

"You call me Huang Xuan first."

After hanging up the phone, Pei Yu stared at the messy quilt that Yun Qiao had rubbed in a daze, then reached out and gently picked up a corner of the quilt, leaned against the side, and sat on the bed.

Sitting on the bed, Pei Yu felt that he was not very well, both physically and psychologically, it was a bit strange.

He needs Huang Xuan.

So when Huang Xuan opened the door and entered, he saw Pei Yu shrinking in a daze in the corner of the big bed, his face flushed and his behavior sluggish.

"What's the matter, little beauty, I haven't seen you for a few days, and my body is not good again?"

Pei Yu shook his head, without answering his words, Huang Xuan approached, pushed Pei Yu's bangs away, and probed his forehead with his hand,

"Look at how red your little face is."

Pei Yu reached out and patted off Huang Xuan's hand, raised his head and warned him not to move his hands and feet with his eyes.

"hiss-"

Huang Xuan couldn't stand Pei Yu's accusing eyes,

"I have professional ethics and I won't take advantage of you."

"Come on, open your mouth—"

Huang Xuan took out the thermometer box he carried with him, took out the thermometer and stuffed it into Pei Yu's mouth.

"Take it well."

Pei Yuying's rosy lips were forced to hold a thermometer, opened her eyes and asked Huang Xuan, her eyelashes were distinct.

"Do I have a fever?"

Huang Xuan pulled the quilt on the bed, covered it thinly on Pei Yu, and caged him. Only then did he answer Pei Yu's words,

"It should be a low-grade fever. Look at yourself. You can't cover the quilt well. It's strange if you don't have a fever."

Forced to cover the quilt with the smell of Yun Qiao, Pei Yu was a little stiff. He sipped on the thermometer, lowered his eyes, and remained silent for a long time, but decided to tell Huang Xuan,

"I think I seem to like him too."

Huang Xuan pulled the thermometer out of Pei Yu's mouth and shook it forcefully. While observing the numbers on the thermometer, he answered Pei Yu's words,

"Which one?"

Talking endlessly, how does he know who it is?

Hearing Huang Xuan's question, Pei Yu's eyelashes trembled even more, like a butterfly shaking its wings and shaking off pollen.

"The boy who likes me."

"hiss-"

Huang Xuan sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Damn!"

"It's not that you like boys, it's boys who like you"

When it was over, Huang Xuan thought that Pei Yu was going to bend others, but he never expected that a good nephew would be bent by someone.

Huang Xuan patted Pei Yu's head pitifully,

"It's pretty good too, if you like it, just like it, but—"

He changed his words, and some of his words were sincere,

"You must be attacking."

Pei Yu raised his head to look at Huang Xuan. Because of his illness, there was some mist in his eyes. He didn't understand Huang Xuan's words.

"What is an attack?"

Huang Xuan couldn't help rubbing his head when he heard Pei Yu's question. He, a straight man, knew only a few words about these things. Huang Xuan thought about it and told Pei Yu,

"It's the more active side, including that aspect!"

The more active side?

Pei Yu blinked, her long eyelashes trembling, and she concluded in her heart that Yun Qiao should be the attack, and she took the initiative.

Understanding what Huang Xuan meant, Pei Yu nodded slightly,

"Uh-, I see."

Seeing that Pei Yu agreed obediently, Huang Xuan turned his gaze back to the thermometer with satisfaction and told Pei Yu,

"37.5 degrees Celsius, it's a low-grade fever, but it's not serious, so I won't give you water."

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a medicine, you should take a nap and you should be fine."

Pei Yu nodded and coughed again uncontrollably.

Huang Xuan stretched out his hand to stroke Pei Yu's back and stroked, not knowing what he remembered, he sighed meaningfully,

"Speaking of which, your grandfathers are booming recently."

Pei Yu swallowed the itching in his throat, he closed his eyes, and was noncommittal about Huang Xuan's words,

"If you say it, say it to him, don't drag me."

"Damn, I don't want to drag you."

Huang Xuan held his hand and complained,

"Isn't this your father playing hot outside recently, maybe in a few days, you will have a stepmother."

Pei Yu moved, holding the quilt in his hand bored, a little impatient,

"Don't talk about him, do you have a stepmother? Isn't it all the same?"

"I'm not talking about him anymore."

Huang Xuan stopped holding hands, he put the thermometer in the box, pushed on his glasses, and reminded Pei Yu,

"Miashi is about to announce the planning of the city. If we don't deal with the fake news, it will be self-defeating soon."

"When the time comes, your dad will find out that the land he bids a lot of money for is useless, and it's hard to grow vegetables."

"What are you going to do now?"

Pei Yu's delicate and white fingers tidied up the folds on the quilt, tidying them up one by one.

"Let my uncle prepare the money and buy his company at a low price."

"Got-"

Huang Xuan was very happy. He remembered the flustered Yun Qiao he bumped into when he came over.

"What about that little wild breed?"

"Your father has been crazy about her mother for so long, and now that he is dead, he has to find a similar substitute."

Huang Xuan touched his chin and put forward his own opinion,

"Throw her back into the mountains, let her follow her ineffective dad, and let her fend for itself."

When Pei Yu heard Huang Xuan mention Yun Qiao, he straightened his wrinkled fingers, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Why do you care so much?"

"no!"

Huang Xuan's kindness was met with cold eyes from Pei Yu, and he was immediately dissatisfied.

"Your mother is still eating and drinking yours because her mother died. Are you worthy of your mother if you don't deal with her?"

The air pressure around Pei Yu was low, his eyelashes were wet with the dense mist, and his lips pursed into a straight line.

"It's not that simple, it's all my father's fault, and it has nothing to do with her mother."

Pei Yu also hated this woman who "destroyed" his family and made his mother hysterical when he was a child.

He once even blamed all his faults on that woman, and this resentment had accumulated for many years until the truth of the matter was found out later.

Even if his family was ruined, she couldn't really blame her.

Listening to Pei Yu's explanation, Huang Xuan was a little anxious, but he had no choice but to choke Pei Yu,

"Then you don't think there's anything. It's useless for me, an outsider, to say anything."

"gone."

Huang Xuan waved his hand,

"Let Aunt Wen come to me to get medicine later."

Huang Xuan was about to leave, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw Yun Qiao sneaking at the door, Huang Xuan frowned,

"what are you doing?"

"No. Nothing."

As soon as Yunqiao left Pei Yu's room, she was prompted by the system that she successfully invaded Pei Yu's room and rewarded her with a degree of completion.

Before she could be happy, she ran into Huang Xuan who came up from the hall. Yun Qiao looked at him and went to her brother's room.

Thinking of Pei Yu's cough just now, Yun Qiao felt a little bit in her heart.

Yun Qiao knew how she was sleeping, and she was the one who caused this incident 80% of the time.

She went back to the room to take a quick shower, changed her clothes, and ran over to see how her brother was doing.

Unexpectedly, she just arrived at the door and was about to knock on the door when Huang Xuan pushed it open and came out.

Yun Qiao raised her head to look at Huang Xuan, blinked her eyes, and asked him obediently,

"Doctor Huang, what's wrong with my brother? Did he catch a cold? I heard him coughing all the time this morning."

Huang Xuangang took Yun Qiao's anger from Pei Yu, of course he didn't look good on Yun Qiao, he glanced at Yun Qiao,

"What if you catch a cold? What if you have a fever? It's all a doctor's business, little boy. Uncle didn't tell you."

"You take care of yourself first."

"what?"

Yun Qiao, who was lectured for a while, looked puzzled. She crossed Huang Xuan to see her brother and complained to Pei Yu.

"Brother, he murdered me again!"