Chapter 120 Xiaobao, You Have Become a Bad Person
"Take a couple more bites." Zhou Chong paused and stretched out his little foot tentatively, "I feel bad when I see you not eating."
Shan Qingshan took two bites.
Although the quantity is small.
But I ate it.
Zhou Chong just wanted to kiss him!
"I know you're in a bad mood and can't eat. I ordered some porridge for you. It will be here soon. You can eat some with me. It's up to you how much you can eat."
Shan Qingshan frowned slightly, but nodded.
Zhou Chong: So happy! So happy!
He was so happy that he almost jumped to open the door when the waiter brought the food.
In the end, Shan Qingshan only ate half a bowl of porridge, then sat in front of the window, wiping his mother's remains carefully without saying a word.
Zhou Chong stood behind him and looked at him, feeling so sad that he wanted to cry.
In his previous life, was he also like this, sitting alone in the dark, wiping his mother's bones, and enduring the heartbreaking truth?
He wasn't able to be with him when all this happened in his previous life.
Zhou Chong was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. He calmed down, walked over, and asked Shan Qingshan in a gentle voice if he could help.
Shan Qingshan shook his head, "I want to do it myself."
"good."
"I want to sleep with my mom at night."
"Okay, don't close the door, okay?"
"Um."
Shan Qingshan really didn't close the door when he went to bed at night.
Zhou Chong came in to see him at night, but was afraid of waking him up, so he sat by the bed and watched him.
Qingshan Xiaobao hugged his mother's remains tightly. He must have cried before going to bed, his eyes were swollen, and he was still crying, with tears flowing down into the pillow.
Zhou Chong's eyes turned red with heartache and he reached out to touch the pillow.
A large area was wet.
He touched Shan Qingshan's face again.
Something feels wrong.
Shan Qingshan's face was burning hot!
Not only the face, but also the forehead and neck were hot.
Zhou Chong quickly called the hotel service desk and asked them to call a doctor. Before the doctor came, he used a cold towel to cool him down.
Shan Qingshan opened his eyes once in a daze.
Zhou Chong quickly coaxed him to let go of the remains.
"No."
The voice is hoarse and even sounds torn.
Zhou Chong frowned, "You have a fever, don't pass your illness on to mom. Let go of my hand, okay?"
Shan Qingshan's expression relaxed slightly when he heard this.
Zhou Chong followed up with an uncertain question.
"It's me, Zhou Chong. Can you give it to me? I'll watch it for you."
Shan Qingshan let go.
The doctor came quickly.
It couldn’t have come any slower.
When Zhou Chong described it, it sounded as if the person was about to die.
How dare the hotel neglect it?
The doctor rushed over and after a thorough examination, he found that it was just a fever.
Zhou Chong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the doctor's words.
Zhou Chong stayed with Shan Qingshan all night. Shan Qingshan woke up around noon the next day and looked a little better.
Zhou Chong hurried forward.
"Can I give you some water?"
Shan Qingshan's eyes fell on the remains in his arms and he nodded.
Zhou Chong went to get some water and considerately put a straw in it. He coaxed and tricked him into drinking all the water before putting down the cup.
Shan Qingshan's voice was still hoarse.
"Give it to me."
"Can you hold him? He's so sick."
Shan Qingshan was silent for a moment and asked, "Did you not sleep all night?"
Zhou Chong touched his face in shock.
"Obviously?"
Not really?
In his previous life, he hadn't changed much by staying up all night.
He is only eighteen now!
Zhou Chong was anxious about his appearance after hearing Shan Qingshan's words!
"It's a scam."
"...Xiaobao, you have learned bad things."
Shan Qingshan closed his eyes, looking very tired.
"Have you asked for leave from school?"
Given his current condition, he definitely cannot return to school as originally planned.
"Don't worry, I'll take it." I know you are a good student.
Shan Qingshan uttered "hmm" softly, his breath was weak and he closed his eyes tiredly.
Zhou Chong felt so distressed, so distressed.
She tucked the quilt in for him and said, "Rest for a while."
Shan Qingshan moved, and the hand that was not receiving the injection came out from under the quilt. Zhou Chong walked away holding the remains, "No, you should have a good rest. I am holding our mother."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shan Qingshan held his hand.
Zhou Chong's heart skipped a beat.
Jump hard!
Shan Qingshan turned to look at him and said, "Come up."
Zhou Chong put on his slippers, got on the bed, and lay down next to Shan Qingshan.
Before he could take the initiative to shake Qingshan Xiaobao's hand, Qingshan Xiaobao had already grasped his hand, and at the same time, his little heart!
"You take a nap."
Zhou Chong hummed, moved closer and touched his forehead against Shan Qingshan's.
Not so hot anymore.
"Little Prince, close your eyes and don't worry about it."
When Shan Qingshan heard this name, he was obviously stunned and turned away.
"Where do you get so many names?"
"A nickname, Qingshan Xiaobao, in my heart, is the noble little prince. But now this little prince is a little melancholy, a little broken, a sick and fragile little prince, like a little prince in an ice castle, waiting for someone to love him."
Shan Qingshan simply turned his face to the other side.
Zhou Chong leaned over and kissed him.
"You promised me that you would keep me company for the rest of my life. Don't break your promise."
"Um."
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Shan Qingshan's fever subsided the next day and he felt a little better.
It's just because I'm in a depressed mood that it doesn't seem that obvious.
Zhou Chong let him rest for a day before he dared to take him on the plane.
After getting off the plane, Zhou Chong settled him at the exit and went to get his luggage.
Not long after he walked away, a man wearing casual clothes and a mask like Shan Qingshan came up to him and asked for directions.
"I'm sorry. I don't know."
The other person looked him up and down.
“You’re not from here, are you?”
Shan Qingshan looked at him calmly.
His eyes were cold.
There is no difference between looking at him and looking at the pillar next to him.
The other party seemed to be unaware of his coldness and resistance and said.
"I'm not, I'm here for tourism, and it looks like you are too? What are you holding?"
Shan Qingshan's eyes immediately revealed a wolf-like alertness and ferocity.
"No harm, just asking casually, don't be nervous."
Shan Qingshan looked at him and said nothing.
"I apologize if I offended you. I just saw that you valued it so much and thought it might be a treasure or a local specialty, so I wanted to ask for your advice. Are you alone?"
He looked in the direction of the luggage.
"Where are your friends?"
Shan Qingshan looked at him for a moment, and the icy coldness in his eyes was reduced by two points.
"Zhou Chong asked you to come?"
The other party froze.
Shan Qingshan: "Psychologist?"
“…”
Hello, hey, hey!
Too sensitive, huh?
How do you do this job?