Chapter 22
Xing Zhao walked through the corridor holding Wei Ge in his arms. It would be better to say that he was a human-shaped burrito.
He was just rolled up in the quilt, if there wasn't a gap on top to prevent the child from suffocating.
Xing Zhao put Wei Ge in the room and sat him down. He first took out his bath towel, then reached out to take off Wei Ge's clothes.
As soon as his hand touched Wei Ge's quilt, Wei Ge immediately jumped up and held Xing Zhao's hand, "Uncle... No need, I can do this myself."
Xing Zhao glanced at Wei Ge, hesitated to speak, and finally withdrew his hand.
I originally wanted to say that he was sick and he could take care of him, but then I realized that the child might be shy and thin-skinned.
"Okay." Xing Zhao withdrew his hand and turned his back to Wei Ge. "Then change yourself, wipe yourself clean with a bath towel, put on new pajamas and get into my quilt. I'll ask Lao Qin to change your quilt."
Wei Ge took the towel, nodded, and breathed a sigh of relief. The two of them were completely unaware that the atmosphere was wrong at the moment.
There is no need for two men to avoid suspicion.
Usually at times like this, there are bad intentions towards the other party.
Wei Ge took off his wet pajamas and threw them on the sofa beside him, not wanting to dirty Xing Zhao's quilt.
He wiped his body with Xing Zhao's bath towel, and the familiar touch and smell came to him in an instant.
Some embarrassing things will make you feel awkward for the rest of your life once you do them, like when Xing Zhao rubbed your body once. Fortunately, he didn't take off his pants on his own initiative that day.
Wei Ge's face turned red silently, and he immediately changed into new pajamas and clutched Xing Zhao's quilt tightly.
"I'm fine." Wei Ge obediently pulled Xing Zhao's quilt tight to his chest, turned his head and looked at Xing Zhao's back and said.
Xing Zhao turned around, touched Wei Ge's head and praised him, saying "that's great", then turned around and went out to ask Lao Qin to take the things out of the room.
Wei Ge curled up in Xing Zhao's quilt with his eyes open. Maybe it was because the antipyretic had taken effect, he felt not so uncomfortable anymore, but just a little sleepy.
The smell from Xing Zhao's quilt was constantly inhaled into Wei Ge's nostrils, making Wei Ge feel dizzy. Perhaps it was because the smell was so sleep-inducing, but Wei Ge fell asleep in a short while.
When I woke up again, another man was lying next to me.
Xing Zhao was just sticking close to Wei Ge. Wei Ge was startled at first, then realized that he was sleeping in Xing Zhao's room, so it was understandable that Xing Zhao was next to him.
But it was too sudden.
There were no curtains in the room. Although it was dark outside, moonlight still shone in through the window, shining on Xing Zhao's long and curved eyelashes.
Xing Zhao is very handsome.
This was Wei Ge’s first thought.
He thought Xing Zhao was handsome from the first moment he saw him, but at that time he only saw his outline.
Wei Ge didn't seem to look at Xing Zhao's face so seriously. He didn't have the chance to peek, and it would be impolite to look at him face to face.
Wei Ge was so fascinated by what he saw that he suddenly wanted to reach out and touch Xing Zhao's face to try out his touch.
Just when his hand was halfway extended, Xing Zhao suddenly turned over.
Wei Ge's body stiffened, and he quickly withdrew his hand and pretended to be asleep. Wei Ge closed his eyes and felt Xing Zhao next to him get up. He didn't know how long it had been, but he felt Xing Zhao's breathing getting closer and closer.
Until Xing Zhao's breath hit Wei Ge's nose, Wei Ge felt a slightly cool touch on his forehead.
If the room was bright at this moment, Xing Zhao would notice that Wei Ge's face was flushed.
But perhaps because Wei Ge's body temperature rose too obviously, Xing Zhao raised his head and subconsciously touched Wei Ge's face with his hand again.
Then he stood up, walked to the bed and made a phone call.
"Hey, are you asleep?" Xing Zhao's voice was very low, but Wei Ge was not asleep, so he could hear it clearly.
"I'm asleep. It's three in the morning." The doctor on the other side said in a lazy voice, "What's wrong? Is the child in trouble again?"
"Well, what happened to the sudden rise in body temperature?" Xing Zhao frowned. When he used his forehead to test it just now, he felt that Wei Ge's forehead was not very hot.
Body temperature rises in an instant.
"Should I take him for a physical examination tomorrow? Has there been such a case before?" Xing Zhao was a little worried. After all, Wei Mingzhe had cancer. Although his work environment had an impact, he could not be ruled out to have a history of genetic diseases.
"What were you doing when your body temperature rose?" The voice on the other end was neither hurried nor slow, as if he had already guessed something.
"I'm taking his temperature."
"What did you try it with?"
"Forehead."
"That's it."
Xing Zhao was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Wei Ge. Wei Ge was still pretending to be asleep, his hand under the quilt tightly grasping a corner of the bed sheet.
"Try it next time when you don't have a fever, and it will also rise."
After saying this, the person on the other end of the phone hung up, leaving Xing Zhao with a confused look on his face.
Xing Zhao walked up to Wei Ge and thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out. However, before Xing Zhao started thinking deeply, Wei Ge opened his eyes.
If he continued thinking, something would go wrong, and Xing Zhao's thinking would have to be manually cut off.
After all, he didn't know whether Xing Zhao could think through the problem. What if he did, what would happen to Wei Ge? He might be kicked out by Xing Zhao.
He and Xing Zhao have been getting along better and better recently.
In other words, Xing Zhao's kindness to Wei Ge was getting more and more exciting, if what attracted Wei Ge in the beginning was Xing Zhao's appearance and his fantasy about him.
Now it's a little more specific.
He liked Xing Zhao's care and consideration for him these days. This gentleness made Wei Ge a little confused about his meaning to Xing Zhao.
Is this the child that my senior brother’s family helps take care of?
Maybe, after all, there is an eleven-year age difference between the two, and Xing Zhao is already of marriageable age.
He has to leave eventually.
Wei Ge didn't want to leave.
I didn’t want to come at the beginning, and now I don’t want to leave.
"Uncle." Wei Ge spoke in a soft and slightly hoarse voice, but he was not acting coquettishly on purpose, it was just because he hadn't spoken for too long.
"Awake?" Xing Zhao walked over to Wei Ge. "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Wei Ge shook his head, but his stomach growled for a moment.
"Are you hungry?" Xing Zhao subconsciously touched Wei Ge's belly from behind. Although there was a quilt between them, Wei Ge could still feel the touch of Xing Zhao's big hand pressing on him.
"What do you want to eat?" Xing Zhao turned around and picked up one of his coats. "Put on my coat and go downstairs. I'll make you something to eat."
"You do it?" Wei Ge was stunned. He had been here for so long and had never seen Xing Zhao cook by himself.
"Well, Lao Qin is asleep, so I can do something simple."
Wei Ge sat up and put on Xing Zhao's clothes. His clothes were very big, making Wei Ge look very petite. Xing Zhao resisted the urge to rub Wei Ge.
I don’t know what’s going on, but my hands have been a little out of control lately. I either want to touch Wei Ge’s head or poke Wei Ge’s face.
But he had never poked it before. Looking at the child's fair and tender skin, he felt that a poke would leave a mark.
He was afraid of hurting Wei Ge's face.
"Okay, just eat something simple, thank you uncle." Xing Zhao cooked the meal himself, and anyone who didn't eat was a fool.
Xing Zhao was busy in the kitchen. The temperature in the room was not low, and it was actually a bit hot to wear Xing Zhao's clothes, but Wei Ge was reluctant to take them off.
He just opened his shirt and looked at Xing Zhao's back in the kitchen.
Xing Zhao has a tall and straight figure, and his apron is tied tightly, which is tight around his slender waist.
A good figure.
Wei Ge touched his waist and stomach again, which were slender and thin.
"What's wrong? Are you so hungry?" When Xing Zhao walked over, he saw Wei Ge touching his stomach.
He placed the clear soup noodles in front of Wei Ge and said, "Eat it while it's hot. You can't eat anything too strong when you're sick. I'll take you to eat something good after you recover."
Xing Zhao's voice was gentle, and Wei Ge nodded obediently.
I originally thought that such a bowl of bland noodles would make people lose their appetite, but I never expected that Xing Zhao's cooking skills were really good.
Wei Ge originally thought that the chef in Xing Zhao's family was already top-notch, but in fact Xing Zhao's ability was no less than his.
Wei Ge thought that Xing Zhao would be a good chef.
At this moment, Xing Zhao, who was watching Wei Ge eat seriously, had no idea that the kid thought that a chef was a suitable career for him.
However, Xing Zhao’s cooking skills are indeed quite good, but this is the first time he cooks for others.
When Xing Zhao was a child, his parents were busy and had no time to take care of him. Although there was a nanny at home, sometimes telling others what he wanted to eat was not as fast as taking action.
Xing Zhao has liked cooking since he was a child. He has learned a few simple dishes, which can help him solve the urgent problem of being hungry at night.
Later, when he went to school and studied abroad, he also became good at cooking.
As the saying goes, every immigrant will eventually become a good cook, because white people's food is really too unpalatable.
Xing Zhao originally didn't like cooking for others, but when he saw Wei Ge eating up all the noodles he cooked, Xing Zhao felt inexplicably happy.
There is a joy in taking care of people.
Wei Ge also showed his support. He slept almost all day long and didn't eat anything. Normally, he didn't eat a lot, but now his appetite seemed to be very big.
He finished the bowl of noodles in almost no time and drank up all the soup.
"Are you full? It seems I didn't make enough." Xing Zhao looked at the empty bottom of the bowl in front of Wei Ge and felt a sense of accomplishment.
He doesn't care much about other people's opinions, but children like the noodles he makes, which shows that they are sure of his cooking skills.
"That's enough. I'm full." Wei Ge raised his head and touched Xing Zhao's belly. His belly, which had been flat just now, was now slightly bulging.
I don’t know what his mentality was, but Xing Zhao looked at Wei Ge’s belly.
The next second, Xing Zhao's big hand touched Wei Ge's abdomen and said, "You are indeed full."
Wei Ge's body temperature rose again. His body temperature was like a roller coaster all day, up and down.
It’s not because I’m sick. The ups are usually because of Xing Zhao, and the downs are because of taking a few deep breaths.
"Yeah, I'm full." Wei Ge stood up suddenly, avoiding Xing Zhao's enthusiasm, "Then I'll go wash the dishes."
Wei Ge reached out to pick up the bowl, but Xing Zhao naturally stopped him, "You go back and rest, I'll do it."
Xing Zhao demanded to wash the dishes in a domineering manner. As a patient, Wei Ge couldn't refuse. He went upstairs to Xing Zhao's bedroom and opened the door. It was only when he lay on the bed that he realized whether he should go back to his room to sleep.
After all, he came to Xing Zhao's room temporarily to change the bed sheets, and now he is indeed fine.
Thinking of this, Wei Ge walked out of Xing Zhao's room and headed towards his bedroom.
Just as he reached the door and was about to push it open, Xing Zhao's voice suddenly rang out from behind him, "Wei Ge."
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