Passionate Devotion

Chapter 1812 1859 Living with Yan Qing 24

Only now did Long Yan realize that Yan Qing seemed to be wrong.

"What's wrong with you? Don't love talking to me?"

"No." Yan Qing pressed his eyebrows, but his whole body was stained with a powerful aura.

"Obviously looking upset, where did I provoke you?"

With a ding of the elevator door, Yan Qing did not answer his words. He stepped out of the elevator and took out the key to open the door. He just wanted to enter the house quickly and lay down, very tired.

Long Yan was secretly upset, and caught up with Yan Qing to clasp Yan Qing's shoulders: "What the **** are you angry with?"

Yan Qing opened the door, bent over to take out both pairs of slippers, changed one by himself, put the other pair under his feet, immediately took off his coat, walked to the sofa, sat down but fidgeted with pain, outside he He still endured it. Even if he was uncomfortable sitting down, he would not adjust. He didn't want to endure it at home. After changing a few positions, he simply lay down.

Long Yan walked over, sat next to him, and secretly reviewed, how did he agitate today.

"Long Yan, go downstairs to find a pharmacy and buy me some anti-inflammatory drugs."

"Huh?" Long Yan raised his eyes sharply, "What do you want anti-inflammatory drugs for? Why are you uncomfortable?"

"Buy another box of anti-fever medicine." His voice was dull.

Long Yan immediately stretched out his hand to probe Yan Qing's face, found that Yan Qing's hair was hot, and suddenly retracted his hand. Only then did he realize that he was not on his face after drinking, but was feverish, and Long Yan's depressed stomach disappeared instantly.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier when you had a fever? I saw a pharmacy just on the road, but you didn't mention it? Why are you uncomfortable?"

Yan Qing didn't want to make it too clear. He didn't want anyone to know the embarrassment of that kind of place, let alone let the driver stop halfway and let Secretary Xia buy medicine for him. He is estimated to be someone who would never say a word to death.

Only because it was really uncomfortable and the target was Long Yan, he reluctantly opened this mouth.

Yan Qing pulled off the tie on his neck, waved his hand, and said weakly: "You go buy it first. I think I have inflammation, so I have a fever. I have to take some anti-inflammatory medicine and buy a box of topical ointment to reduce inflammation. of."

Long Yan didn't dare to delay, went out quickly, drove the car around looking for the drugstore, and rushed back after a full half an hour. He was a little out of breath when changing his shoes and obviously ran back.

The water was already boiled. Yan Qing contained anti-fever medicine and oral anti-inflammatory drugs, so he swallowed it with warm water, and took the ointment into the bathroom. He came out after a full half an hour. After coming out, he lay on the bed and didn’t want to move. a bit.

Long Yan came to the bed with a guilty conscience and asked afterwards, "Brother Yan, did I hurt you?"

This is his guess, thinking it shouldn't be, he hasn't had any pain, is Brother Yan's physical fitness better than him?

Yan Qing didn't speak, but isn't this the default?

Long Yan was really guilty now. During the day, he was thinking about coming back at night and fighting for another three rounds. At this moment, all the energetic desire to conquer has flew out of the sky. Seeing such an imposing man lying on the bed weakly, he is anxious. I don’t know what to do, and my voice said in a vague voice: "Why didn’t you say earlier, when did you start to feel uncomfortable? Let me see it for you? Or go to the hospital now?"

"I don't need to sleep for a while."

"Then I will help you see?"

Long Yan was about to lift the quilt, and Yan Qing clasped his wrist. Regarding his strength, Long Yan couldn't match Yan Qing.

"You go take a shower, we go to bed earlier." Yan Qing said without being betrayed.

"Don't be embarrassed, I'll look at it and it's fine."

Yan Qing didn't say anything, he dragged him to his side, pressed him to his side, and whispered a little warning: "Don't make trouble." After speaking, the voice eased again, and he sighed: "It's okay, just a small injury. It's like a bull, and it's completely unmeasured. Long Yan, let me tell you the truth, I don't like to be below. In the future, there will be no future. I want to reach a consensus with you on this point."

(End of this chapter)