Good Morning, Mr. President!

"Stars?" He was half asleep and awake, his voice dry. Opening my eyes, I saw a worried face and felt like I was dreaming.

"You have a fever." Song Zhixing leaned down and talked to him. He didn't even notice it. There was no indifference and indifference in his voice. She frowned, and counted, "Why are you so stupid, you don't wear clothes and don't cover your quilt?"

Tang Yu's lips smiled slightly. What should I do? Even with these words, he felt happy.

The hot big palm clasped her wrist, and her thumb rubbed lightly on her wrist bone. Her eyes were half-open and half-closed.

It's okay to say, but it's not like it's okay. The sound is dumb.

I went out too early in the morning, and spent more than two hours in the snow, and he couldn't stand such a good body. When I came back to take a bath, I just wanted to sleep in bed for a while, but then I fell asleep. The cold increased, and I caught a cold all of a sudden.

Song Zhixing touched his hand, and then quickly touched his chest, his brows were even tighter. "I'm going to find a thermometer, you lie down for a while."

Tang Yu didn't want to let her go. The strength in his hands tightened, but now he is a patient, all weak and weak. Song Zhixing opened Tang Yu's hand with little effort and pressed it into the thick quilt. She turned around and looked back when she brought the door. He closed his eyes and slept there, in a quiet space, and could hear his unsmooth breathing. Obviously, it was uncomfortable to burn, and even turned sideways several times, I couldn't find a comfortable sleeping position.

Song Zhixing sighed and went downstairs.

When she arrived in the hall, Xiao Xueball came out of the nest and kicked to her feet.

"Qiuqiu, mother is not free to play with you right now." Song Zhixing quickly flipped through the cabinet in the hall, and said to himself, "Dad is sick, my mother must find him medicine now."

"Huh? Where is it?" She hurried over more cabinets and couldn't find the medicine chest. Finally, from the hall to the kitchen, the medicine chest was found out in the cupboard above the kitchen. There are thermometers, but the medicine in the box made Song Zhixing stunned.

Not to mention the words on the medicine, she didn't know any of them. Even if she found out the cold medicine, it had all expired.

She had to pour a cup of hot water first, plug in a straw, and go upstairs with a thermometer. Tang Yu slept deeper now, and Song Zhixing did not wake him up, pressed the thermometer under his arm, and sat by himself waiting.

He burned so badly that his beautiful face was red. Song Zhixing sat on the bed with his cheek and looked at it with his long fingers, and he couldn't help passing over his profound three-dimensional features.

This blushing Tang Yu looks a little cute. Not at all as serious and cold as he usually was.

Song Zhixing looked a little bit dreamy.

original……

Not only does he need his care, but occasionally, he also needs her.

The taste of caring for people is actually much better than being cared for. But she hated him getting sick.

Song Zhixing couldn't help but point his finger on the tip of his nose and mumbled, "Fool."

Will take care of her, always tell her everything, but will not take care of her stupid.

Tang Yu seemed to feel her presence, and raised her hand to grab her hand, but she quickly took hold of her hand, "Do n’t move around, take your temperature!"

Like hearing her words, Tang Yu did not move anymore, but her five fingers twisted, clasping her delicate fingers.

Looking down at the fingers of two people entangled tightly, Song Zhixing's heart fluctuated several times, again sad and difficult. It seemed to be tired, the contradiction was tangled up, and finally, his hand was held back instead. Slightly leaned down, put his face on his chest, and listened eagerly to his heartbeat.

If only, there was no cruel and **** past between them.

After lying on my stomach for a while, I took out the thermometer, and I was shocked.

It is already 39 °.

Song Zhixing was really at a loss. Holding the phone to dial the local emergency number, but she could not understand a word of her. She tried to communicate in another language, but it was her turn that didn't understand.

Looking at the phone, she felt extremely frustrated.

Rather it is myself who is sick now.

Tang Yu will take good care of himself.

She bit her lip and thought for a long time, and finally had to call and ask for help. She flipped through the Tang and Song numbers from Tang Yu's phone and dialed quickly.

The phone rang for a while before being picked up.

"Second Brother, it's midnight. You can't do bad things because you have **** with the stars, right?"

Tang and Song's voice came from the phone. With intoxicating laziness and red-faced rough gasping.

Song Zhixing could hear what he was busy at the moment, plus those words he said, her face suddenly became embarrassed and turned red. If it weren't for Tang Yu's illness, she would hang up her phone now.

"I'll hang up if I don't speak, and I'll come back to you later." I didn't hear anyone here answering, Tang and Song were eager to hang up.

Song Zhixing suddenly returned to God, "That, Uncle Liu, it's me ..."

Tang and Song took a moment.

For a long while, it seems like I just came back, and changed my posture just now, and became serious. "Xingxing, the words of Uncle Liu were just playing with you. Don't take it to heart. Call so late, In a hurry?"

Song Zhixing worriedly looked at Tang Yu who was lying on the bed, and he could not be polite with Tang Song. "The second uncle is ill, and I have not taken care of the patient, so I can only look for you."

When Tang and Song heard this, they whispered and coaxed the women around them. Song Zhixing faintly could hear each other's lazy ‘um’ a few times, and that sound made Song Zhixing feel familiar, if it was not wrong, she should be Liang Yan. Since the wedding of Sister Liang Yan and Uncle Tang Wufa last time, the two have never talked about marriage again. I don't know how the uncle Wu and that Miss Zhao are doing now.

Thinking of this, Song Zhixing's thinking stopped. It's time now, and she still thinks about other people's affairs.

"What's wrong? You just said that the second brother was ill, what's the situation?" Tang Song apparently stepped out of the room, and his voice was louder now.

"It's just a fever. It's almost 40 °. We're abroad, I can't find a doctor, and I don't have medicine around me." Song Zhixing was anxious.

"Just a fever?"

"..." What is ‘just’. Song Zhixing's dissatisfied Nunu mouth, "Six uncles, second uncle is really serious now, everyone else is going to burn soberly."

Tang and Song could hear her anxiety in her tone, and smiled and teased her, "Where is there no medicine? I see.

"Ok?"

"Aren't you the best medicine?"

[Send the third, is it still early? Continue to restore the previous three changes at 0 o'clock tonight, everyone, look at the number, there should be a new monthly ticket ~ ask for a monthly ticket ~~~~]