Chapter 44:

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date="2020-11-22"

title="Chapter 44:"

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series = ["Hypocritical Adonis"]

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Zhengxiang, who was sleeping in the building, was awakened by a rapid knock on the door in the middle of the night.

When he looked sleepily, two fat and thin people stood outside the door, shouting for him to open the door of the dormitory building.

Qi Cheng put these on Qi Zhong when he saw any clothes. Such a handsome guy, he just made a fool of himself.

Wearing a lot of layers of coats, Qi Cheng's scarf was wrapped around his neck during this big fall, and his eyes were exposed from the top and bottom of his body. Qi Zhong felt his eyelids were burning, and his whole body was dizzy. Almost.

He put a fever-reducing patch on his head and took the medicine, but now the effect of the medicine has not worked, and he is still hot.

They were all wearing their own clothes. The school uniforms were soaked in the rain and haven't looked at them yet, but Qi Cheng and Qi Zhongli's clothes on the third floor and the third floor were like two seasons.

"He has a fever," Qi Cheng handed the thermometer to the dormitory, with an umbrella in his hand, and spoke a little fast, "He has a high fever, and he is going to the hospital now."

Qi Zhong was confused and couldn't hear what they were talking about. He just moved aside eagerly. He took a few steps, and Qi Cheng pulled him back again, but Qi Zhong didn't know what to think and insisted on step by step. To move away.

"Don't get too close to me," he said with a hoarse voice and the heat of his internal organs, "infected."

Qi Cheng wondered if he had a fever, "You have a fever, not a cold."

After the dormitory knew that the students had a high fever, they didn't even have time to put on their clothes, so they ran out to open the door with slippers and a vest.

Qi Cheng thought that the other party should stop after he had said this, and pulled the person over, but Qi Zhong still moved out, completely not understanding what he meant by that sentence.

Qi Cheng directly encircled his waist, hugged the person in his arms and pushed out.

In the autumn rainy weather, although there will be no more thunder, there will still be majestic rain. It takes ten minutes for the dormitory to reach the gate of the school. The dormitory is facing the wind outside and tremblingly asks: "There will be no one in the school hospital, how can you send him to the hospital?"

"I have already called for a taxi." Qi Cheng opened his umbrella without hesitation, and took Qi Zhong into the rainy night. "Thank you for asking for leave tomorrow for both of us, Qi Cheng in class 3 and Qi Zhong in class 12."

After saying this, the two of them could no longer see the shadows in the dark, and the manager quickly closed the door, and began to worry whether the two of them would work.

In the middle of the night, Qi Cheng took a taxi upstairs for ten minutes and did not receive an order. He made a decisive call and directly called his second uncle Jiang Jing, asking him to drive to the gate of the second school to wait.

Qi Cheng's hand on Qi Zhong's waist was like an iron palm, which made him unable to move at all, and Qi Zhong couldn't move even if he wanted to move aside. His breath was hot, and the cold wind blowing at night calmed him down for a moment.

"Don't you, stay so close to me," Qi Zhong's throat still hurts after eating the lozenges. Qi Zhong turned his face and turned his head towards Qi Cheng, for fear of infecting him, "I'll go by myself, you hurry, go home go to bed."

His throat hurts every word, and Qi Zhong felt that he was going to be dumb when he said these two sentences.

"Don't talk," Qi Cheng said tough, "Shut up."

The umbrella is the umbrella of his roommate Zhu Fan, because Zhu Fan’s umbrella is the largest in the entire dormitory. Qi Cheng circled Qi Zhong tightly, holding the umbrella steadily, watching Qi Zhong remain silent, and said, “I’m not murdering you. , If you say one more word now, your voice will be completely gone in the next two days."

Qi Zhong's breathing became heavier and heavier, silently turned his head to look at his eyes, and then turned back.

Even if the sprayed nose passed through the cold air, it could make Qi Cheng feel hot, and Qi Cheng quickened his pace, and the hand that was holding him was also hard, half-hugging and half-pushing Qi Zhong to the school gate.

After asking the security guard at the school gate to open the school gate, Qi Chengcheng quickly took Qi Zhong out of the school. It was dark outside and no car was seen on the street.

Before the second uncle Jiang Jing arrived, Qi Cheng could only take him to the opposite store to take shelter from the rain. He put the umbrella away and put it aside, reaching out to test the temperature on Qi Zhong's head.

Qi Zhong's reflex arc slowed down a lot, letting him move for a while, "Qi Cheng, you were really murderous just now."

His voice was hoarse, sounding aggrieved.

Qi Cheng said perfunctorily, lifted up the wet hair on his forehead, and took out the thermometer in his pocket to try his temperature.

Qi Zhong, "There are too many clothes."

He is now weak in his hands and feet, and he is still wearing so many clothes, it is hard to lift his hands.

Qi Cheng pushed him onto the stone steps beside him and let him sit, and he squeezed the thermometer into his layered neckline, and followed the gap to his destination.

But his fingers were long and cold, his tail fingers swept across his chest, Qi Zhong hissed, subconsciously trying to hide, "cold."

"Don't talk," Qi Cheng interrupted what he wanted to say. After putting the thermometer in place, he didn't take out his hand. He frowned and pressed it to his heart, "feeling the internal organs are heating up."

His hand covered his chest in the left cavity, and Qi Zhong's heart throbbed under his hand.

The anger was too high, and the internal organs felt hotter than the skin.

The old house of the Jiang family is far away, but the second uncle has a house in the middle of the city on weekdays, and it can be there in 20 minutes. During the time when Qi Cheng changed clothes and gave medicine to Qi Zhong, he thought about it and was coming soon.

"Cool your hands," Qi Zhong was dissatisfied again after a meeting, and said unobediently, "Change your hand."

This hand was hot in his chest.

Fortunately, there is no one around now, otherwise Qi Cheng's fame in this world will be ruined here. Most of the night, he reached out and touched the boy's collar in a perverted manner.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the car to come quickly with the lights on, and stopped in front of Qi Cheng accurately.

Qi Cheng took Qi Zhong into the car, and before he could say more, he said directly: "Second uncle, the city hospital."

Jiang Jing came in a hurry, but his expression was calm. He nodded and ran towards the city hospital.

Qi Zhong's thermometer hasn't reached five minutes yet. This is so efficient that Qi Zhong hasn't reacted after getting in the car, so he subconsciously looks at Qi Cheng.

Qi Cheng's expression became helpless. He couldn't do it in front of his uncle to reach into Qi Zhong's clothes to cool him down. He could only hold Qi Zhong's hand in his hand, and repeatedly cool him down with the back of his palm. .

His own temperature is relatively cold, especially in such rainy nights and winters. Qi Zhong, who is like a small stove, is completely at two extremes. The skin on his hands makes Qi Zhong comfortable and unwilling to take his hands away.

When the time was up, he asked Qi Zhong to take out the thermometer. Look, all the medicinal patches that he had taken before were not used, but the temperature rose to 39 degrees 6!

"Fuck!" Qi Cheng couldn't help but exploded, his expression ugly.

"You take off some clothes for him first, otherwise it will be even colder when you get off the car." Jiang Jing hasn't seen Qi Cheng like this before, and his light flashes across Qi Zhong's body. He is also a little worried. Liquor and wet tissues, you wipe him."

Qi Zhong heard this sentence himself, he began to pick up his clothes, and still endured the discomfort and thanked Jiang Jing: "Thank you, brother."

Jiang Jing smiled and said, "You can't call me eldest brother, just follow Xiaocheng and call me uncle."

"Oh," Qi Zhong was stunned, "Uncle."

Jiang Jing is so young that he is his uncle at such a young age.

Qi Cheng poured white wine on a tissue and wiped his ears and back of his neck. Qi Zhong's skin was so hot that his brows were frowning, but Qi Zhong's eyelids were gradually drooping and he was about to close.

"Don't sleep," Qi Cheng whispered in his ear, "Have you heard Qi Zhong?"

His tone of this sentence was more fierce than the previous sentence that he was not allowed to speak. Qi Zhong tried to open his eyes. It may be that his illness had affected his IQ. He felt wronged again and said as strong as possible: "I didn't sleep."

The smell of white wine pierced his nose, and Qi Zhong suddenly raised his heart.

Wiping my neck, I just covered my body with sweat, Qi Cheng will not smell the sweat on his body too!

He sniffed, and was so anxious that he wanted to turn his head to look at his neck and back, and Qi Cheng tuts, "You have a high fever and still think the white wine smells good?"

Qi Zhong was ashamed to tell him that he was smelling sweat, so he vaguely responded.

"It smells good and you can't drink it," Qi Cheng put down the wine bottle and wet tissues, and then adjusted his collar. "Qi Zhong, your physical fitness is really poor. How do you usually get hit by others when playing basketball?"

Qi Zhong couldn't tell if he had a fever. Jiang Jingyan, who was driving in front of him, knew what his idea was.

Deliberately say something irritating, for fear that the child with fever will aggravate the condition when he falls asleep.

The expression of Qi Cheng in the rearview mirror can also be seen clearly. Jiang Jing thinks that the two of them should be very good friends, otherwise Qi Cheng would not know that someone has a fever in the middle of the night, so he took them to the hospital by himself.

After arriving at the city hospital, Qi Zhong was taken to the Diaoshui area to wait for the nurse sister to give him a needle. There were professionals, and Qi Cheng was relieved a lot. He sent Jiang Jing out of the hospital and asked him to go back to sleep. When he returned to the hospital again, he was still holding a cup of hot water.

Qi Zhong looked at him blankly, drinking a cup of hot water. Although his throat still hurts, he realized that he could speak now, "Uncle went home?"

With this uncle's call, Qi Cheng looked at him, "I'm so comfortable."

Qi Zhong relied on himself now from the beginning to the end, not afraid of being embarrassed by him, and confidently said: "The savior asked me to call, of course I have to call it!"

"Keep your voice down, don't talk," Qi Cheng frowned at first to give him a pause, then said, "Savior?"

Qi Cheng, "He is your savior, what am I you?"

Damn.

Qi Zhong felt his eyes were starting to get hot.

He stammered without saying a few words, and the nurse sister appeared like an angel to give him the needle. Qi Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, fucking, shy, shy.

It's not that the voice can't speak, but the brain can't speak.

The nurse sister told Qi Cheng, "Give him more hot water, and he will be outside when he wants to go to the toilet."

She left after telling her, Qi Cheng stood by and looked at Qi Zhong with a smile, not letting go of the topic just now, "Say, he is your savior, what am you?"

Qi Zhong burned to the top of his head, and said with a false voice, "You are also my savior."

"No," Qi Chengguo shook his head. "Too many saviors are worthless. I was woken up by your groaning in the middle of the night, and I went upstairs to see what's wrong with you. Put on clothes, take medicine, Take you to the hospital, anyway, I refuse to be in the same rank as my uncle."

"Then he is not, the savior," Qi Zhong quickly changed his words, "only you."

Qi Chengfu looked at him with an expression of "You are such a person", and he was about to take out his mobile phone, "Then I will talk to my second uncle and tell him that I can't use it tonight."

Originally, Qi Zhong felt that his head was not enough to have a high fever. Qi Cheng was still like this. He was about to cry, "Then what do you want."

Qi Cheng casually sat on the armrest beside him, "Seeing you are so miserable, then he is your savior."

He curled his lips and smiled, turning his head to look at Qi Zhong, smirking, "I'll be wronged and be your good brother."

The author has something to say: Qi Zhong: Good, good brother...blushing and excited.jpg