He Is Warmer Than Time

In the huge room, the light was not turned on, only the dim light from outside the window came in. The door opened, and Song Xuan helped him and stumbled to the bed.

Next to the big bed, she staggered and fell into the bed with someone beside her.

The scorching heat of alcohol sprinkled in her ears, she was about to get up, Yang Haitao clasped her wrist: "Don't move, let me hold it for a while, okay?"

Song Xuan felt the heat from him: "Are you... have a fever?"

Yang Haitao murmured: "It shouldn't be there."

Song Xuan was a little distressed: "Why do you still drink when you feel sick? Didn't it mean that Huang Jianjun went to those dinners?"

Yang Haitao moved his body, his voice was very dumb: "I thought it was going to sign a contract, but at the dinner, the leader said that if we don't finish the bottles of wine, we won't be able to get this piece of land. You say, I can Don’t you drink it? Everyone at the table is good at wine. Once you drink it, you can’t stop."

The wine table culture has always been like this.

Song Xuan's hand came to his back: "You have worked hard."

Yang Haitao looked at her condescendingly with his arms upright: "I have never felt hard. I want to bring you the best life. You are the biggest motivation for my struggle."

Before Song Xuan could be moved, she saw Yang Haitao's expression in pain, suddenly got up and stumbled into the bathroom.

Song Xuan was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, blinking, her face was stunned, huh? what's going on?

Immediately afterwards, he heard Yang Haitao's vomiting sound.

She hurried to the bathroom, Yang Haitao was vomiting in pain while holding the sink, Song Xuan hurriedly walked over and patted him on the back: "Look at you, I vomited myself."

Yang Haitao was about to explain, another burst of tumbling in his stomach, and another burst of vomiting.

After that, the good image accumulated with great difficulty was completely overturned in an instant. He should be embarrassed like this.

Hey, the stomach was terribly uncomfortable, cramping, and vomiting at the end, only acid water was left.

He took a handful of water to rinse his mouth, then straightened up with difficulty, and turned to look at her: "I'm telling the truth."

His stomach was churning again, and Yang Haitao was so frightened that he swallowed wildly, suppressing the urge to vomit.

Song Xuan pulled off the towel on the shelf and got some warm water to wipe his face: "Okay, I'll get some milk for you to hangover."

Yang Haitao held her again: "Could you make some porridge? Drinking at night without eating food, I am very hungry now."

Song Xuan shook her head: "Are these leaders trying to kill people?"

After that, help him into the room, and then went downstairs to cook porridge for him.

Yang Haitao had a terrible headache and had an uncomfortable stomach. He fell asleep with a quilt around his arms.

Half an hour later, Song Xuan brought a small tray with thick white porridge, a stack of pickled cucumbers, and a cup of hot milk. When he entered the room, Yang Haitao was lying on the bed in his clothes, with the quilt covering only half of his body. The look seemed a bit painful.

I really can't take care of myself.

Song Xuan put down the tray, reached out to pat his face, touched it, and found a piece of it hot.

He has a fever.

Song Xuan frowned and whispered to him: "Yang Haitao, wake up..."

Yang Haitao opened his eyes in a daze. Song Xuan sat on the edge of the bed and helped him to do it well: "Go and change your pajamas. Sit in the quilt. You have a cold and a fever."

Yang Haitao sat up with difficulty and muttered, "I don't have the strength, please bring my pajamas."

"Where are the pajamas?"

"In the closet behind you, there is a set of dark gray checkered pajamas."

Song Xuan opened the closet and saw that it was neat and tidy. A dark gray checkered pajamas made it hard to think of Yang Haitao, the second generation ancestor of the oily noodle briefcase. His taste now is really good and stable. .

She took that set of pajamas and walked to the bed and gently placed it on the quilt. She saw Yang Haitao reaching out to unbutton his shirt. Song Xuan hadn't reacted yet, he was about to unbutton it to his abdomen, and his chest was looming. It was really good, Song Xuan quickly shouted: "You, you...what are you doing?"