Song Ling hugged her and tested the temperature of her forehead with his palm.
Seeing that her temperature was normal, he just said in a hoarse voice, "Are you hungry? Do you want me to cook you some noodles?"
Liu Zhiyuan shook her head again and again.
Song Ling looked at her red eyes and felt guilty.
He took the initiative to explain,
"I wanted to finish early so I could be with you. Pei Xiaoxiao said she was hungry and wanted to talk while we ate. I looked at the office monitor and you were sleeping. I wanted to call you at the restaurant, but I ran out of battery. I'm sorry."
Liu Zhiyuan listened quietly, watching him explain nervously, and sighed helplessly in her heart.
"I'm sorry for making you cry." There was a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of it was heartache.
Some people in Liu Zhiyuan couldn't bear to quarrel with him, "I didn't cry because of you, I cried after watching the TV series."
She got out of his arms a little, pointed at the TV series that was still playing and said,
"You see, this is a TV show. The woman was very distressed. When she grew up, she found out that her current parents were not her biological parents.
Her biological parents died when she was born, both of them killed by people she knew well.
Suddenly, her peaceful life changed drastically, and she had to shoulder many responsibilities alone. She was so pitiful that I cried out of heartache.
Actually, she was obviously not in the mood to watch TV tonight, but the story she told was true.
She watched it on and off two nights ago, and now the TV series has become a hit.
At the company, colleagues also discuss the plot.
So, she was right.
As we all know, the speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously.
Every word she said fell into Song Ling's heart, like a small stone hitting the lake of his heart and sinking.
The story she told was very similar to her real life experience. Did she feel sorry for this person?
And he loves her even more!
So, he strengthened his original intention.
He couldn't let her know the truth about this matter.
Although Liu Zhiyuan's fever had subsided last night, it recurred in the second half of the night.
He stood up to warm water for her and wipe her body.
After applying it a few times, her fever subsided a little.
He checked it with a thermometer, but it was still a little high.
He went downstairs to find her some fever-reducing medicine and fed it to her.
Sit nearby and observe her reaction.
Liu Zhiyuan’s cold this time is quite serious.
After taking antipyretics, my temperature rose again.
Song Ling touched his forehead and planned to take her to the hospital for an IV.
Liu Zhiyuan was dazed by the fever and whispered, "No need for the injection..."
Song Ling thought she was afraid of injections, frowned, and helped her cool down.
He repeatedly used a wet towel to wipe her body, found a fever-reducing patch, and put it on her forehead.
After doing this several times, her face finally became less red and more sickly pale.
Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief; her fever finally subsided.
The next day, when Liu Zhiyuan opened her eyes, her first feeling was as if she was falling apart.
My throat was dry and uncomfortable, and I subconsciously stood up to pour some water.
However, as soon as she sat up, there was a transparent cup of water in front of her.
The bright liquid rippled lightly in the glass, catching the light reflected from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
She raised her eyes to meet the man's concerned gaze, and her heart felt warm.
She picked up the cup and took a sip of water.
Drink half a glass of water in one breath and put the glass down.
Song Ling asked, "Are you feeling better?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded. "I'm fine now. I'm back to full health. What time is it? Am I late for work?"
Song Ling said lightly, "I've already asked for leave."
Liu Zhiyuan opened her mouth slightly and said, "It's just a cold, no need to ask for leave."
Song Ling's hoarse voice revealed an unquestionable "Have a good rest today."
For his domineering behavior of making decisions on his own.
Not only did Liu Zhiyuan not feel disgusted, she actually felt very warm in her heart.
He is really domineering, but always just right.
She listened to him and decided to have a good rest.
However, she glanced at it out of habit and saw that it was already nine o'clock.
She was a little confused. "Aren't you going to the hospital today? Or to the company?"
Song Ling nodded and said, "No!"
Liu Zhiyuan was very surprised.
He is a workaholic.
She never saw him take a day off on weekends.
Song Ling saw the doubt in her eyes and said domineeringly: "You are the most important."
Liu Zhiyuan was completely conquered by his dominance.
After taking a deep breath and lying down again, her stomach growled and she felt a little hungry.
I didn't have dinner last night.
Song Ling naturally heard the rumbling of her stomach, "Wash up and have breakfast."
Liu Zhiyuan got up obediently, but he was still worried about her even after she got out of bed, so he held her in his arms.
Only after she deliberately moved her arms and legs to prove that she was fully recovered did he feel at ease and turned to go downstairs.
After washing, she turned around and saw Song Ling coming over with a tray.
"Tomato and egg noodles?"
Her first reaction was tomato and egg noodles, because this man with no emotional intelligence only knew how to make tomato and egg noodles.
But this time she guessed wrong.
When she saw a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of pickles on the tray, she blinked blankly.
Song Ling put down the tray, raised his chin proudly, and motioned her to sit on the bed.
After Liu Zhiyuan sat down on the bed, he asked, "Hmm?"
She shook her head quickly.
"No, why not tomato and egg noodles?" She prefers tomato and egg noodles to rice porridge.
"After I had a high fever, it was dawn." Song Ling explained.
Liu Zhiyuan looked at the bowl of porridge with some disgust and said pitifully, "I'm suddenly not hungry anymore. Maybe I'm sick and have no appetite. Can I not eat?"
Song Ling had eaten breakfast with her countless times. How could he not understand her little thoughts?
"no!"
He picked up the small bowl and prepared to feed her.
Liu Zhiyuan sighed helplessly and took the small bowl.
"I can do it myself."
She took a light bite and looked at the man casually.
She noticed the beard on his chin and the deep red bloodshot in his deep eyes.
He looked tired.
"You didn't sleep?"
Song Ling took out a tissue to wipe her lips.
She said calmly: "I didn't sleep, you had a fever again and again."
Liu Zhiyuan's heart was as sweet as milk all over the ground.
The white porridge that I originally thought was tasteless suddenly seemed to have more flavor.
Her little hand tugged at the man's sleeve, and she returned to her true nature, saying playfully, "Your Majesty, is there any more porridge? I'd like two more bowls."
Song Ling's eyebrows began to flutter.
"Are you sure about two bowls?"
Liu Zhiyuan nodded.
"Okay, have a bowl and we'll eat together. Honey, please eat with me. Okay?"
Song Ling's fatigue from the night before suddenly disappeared, "Okay."
So he quickly went downstairs to the kitchen and brought two more bowls of porridge.
Eating a simple breakfast with her was even more enjoyable.
Liu Zhiyuan ate and laughed.
"I finally understand what it means to be content with love. Husband, having breakfast with a handsome uncle like you, the plain porridge turns into seafood porridge."
Her playful behavior made his lips curl upwards.
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