Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

The end result, of course, was not that the group went into the situation, or took the money. Under a million dollars, they didn't want to see the Xiao family to talk again. Xiao Luno went directly with the ambulance. After all, there was a bleeding Xiao Da in the car.

After this Christmas, those who provoked the search for work were sent to the ambulance first. Qin Shiting could still stand beside the old god as if he were a god.

The song was a little crying, but after returning from the bar at night, I called Xiao Luno because of the past, but Xiao Luno answered the phone, saying that he fell asleep directly in the ward because of the alcohol on his body after the bandage.

Because Xiao Luno answered the phone, it's not easy to talk about singing, just ask and say good night.

Xiao Luno does not seem to be in a high mood today. She has not spoken much to Qin Shiting since she has been in the bar, but she does not need to deliberately express anything, but enough to be seen how close various relationships can be, Xiao Luno has not said anything.

She just said good night, and the phone was hanging up very nicely.

I feel like I can feel Xiao Luno's inner defamation along the phone signal: I'm in a bad mood!

……

Cold holidays, weekends again.

In the first few days of the holiday, Qin Shiting and Song were busy going to the clinic outside the school to help. Probably the reason why it was particularly cold this winter. Especially the children, said that it was the worst and most unwilling flu sweep Haicheng in years, major hospitals, small hospitals, clinics, all people, from morning to evening, let alone the old doctor can't stand it. Read songs every night and Qin Shiting two young people come home every night after a bath. I don't want to say a word.

Plus the flu virus is a little strong, the resistance to singing is not as good as she imagined, less than a week later, she had a cold herself, but she was busy in the clinic wearing a mask every day, very little talking, everyone was busy without noticing her condition, only Qin Shiting found her all day long, the voice was mute, she said fine, and he took the mask off in the injection spare room behind the clinic, looked at her face, then touched her forehead, and then, without saying anything, pushed her into the rest room next to her, brought her anti-virus cold medicine to eat her, then let her lie down to sleep, and leave the outside matter to him.

The singing was really a little unsustainable. At first, she insisted on going out to work together. After all, there were too many people in the clinic today. At this time, she could not hire too reassuring nurses. She was afraid that the wrong needle would affect the clinic's reputation, but as soon as the antiviral medicine came up, her eyelids couldn't hold up, so she slept in the lounge.

It was already afternoon when she slept, and by the time she opened her eyes again, it was almost 8: 00 p.m., and the clinic was close every day.

The rest room door was then pushed open. When Qin Shiting walked in, she just opened her eyes in confusion. After rubbing her eyes, she climbed up. Still feeling sleepy, headache was painful. She sat up in bed, hugged him in the waist, and muffled: “Do you have any food? ”

“Are you feeling better? There's so much germs in here, don't eat here, go back to Villa Pot and take a bath and eat again, hang on a little longer, you'll be home soon? ”

Qin Shiting has been busy at the clinic for a day. It is estimated that she will be more busy and tired when she sleeps due to lack of manpower. She will also have to take on her job.

She didn't want him to cook for herself after coming home at night. Qin Shiting sat down beside the bed. She held him by the neck and rubbed his face against the man's neck temperature: “Forget it, it's not too big an appetite, just buy some noodles later and go home to eat. ”

Qin Shiting held her like a sick and uncomfortable child. After a while, she said: "I'm going to pull a needle, and the last injection leaves immediately, and then we go back. ”

Nod to the song.

When he comes back in, he sings in the rest room, turns on the lamp beside the bed, leans on the bed and looks at him, because after taking the medicine this afternoon, he sleeps, and doesn't know what he's sleeping like, but because of the cold, the whole person is nagging and his hair is messy and scattered over his shoulders.

Qin Shiting looked at her and walked over, lifting people up and kissing them.

Don't start with the song: “No, I have a cold... it's contagious...”

Qin Shiting touched her face: “There is something I was going to tell you in two days. ”

“What is it?”

“I'm going to Japan next week. ”

His thumb moaned on her face: "I'll leave when you're better. ”

“Do I have to go? ”

“Well, I have to go, but I won't be back in a few days. Don't worry about my safety issues. It's just some personal matters between Yamamota and the Qin family. My father and grandfather are not convenient to go there. I'll go and take care of it, there won't be any problems. ”

“Your mother wouldn't force you to stay in Japan, would she? ”

“No, she's figured it out. ”

Having said that, he was only temporarily out of the country for a few days, but singing from time to time, whether it was school or vacation, day or night, he was not more than a hundred meters away, the furthest was only two villas away, suddenly he was going out for a few days, she was not used to it.

Suddenly she buried her face between his neck: "Suddenly I felt so miserable. ”

Qin Shiting touched her head: “What's wrong? ”

“I feel so bad about the cold, I have to go back to eat noodles at night, then my boyfriend has to go out for a few days, in case I come back with a fox sperm...”

“What are you thinking?” Qin Shiting shot it on her head: “Come on, stop acting and go home. ”

When I went back to Villa Jushui, the song was still a trick, and Ai said, "Good night, I'm going to eat noodles. ”

As soon as he turned around, Qin Shiting dragged him back around his neck: “When did I tell you to eat noodles? ”

Reading songs turns around, and it's still a phase. Ai looks like the world has abandoned him: “You've been tired all day. ”

“Not tired.” He didn't give her a chance to perform again, he brought people straight home.

The singing was still a little uncomfortable, lying still on his sofa, taking a look at the thermometer from time to time, yelling especially seriously at the people in the kitchen: "Qin Shiting, I have a fever, 38 degrees 7! Looks like I'm gonna be staying with you tonight. You gotta take care of me! I'm not going back! ”

Qin Shiting came out of the kitchen and took the thermometer in her hand and looked at it, really.

He looked down at the girl lying on the couch, reading a song and lying there, poor Baba: "I have a fever, don't you worry about letting me go home alone? ”