Chapter 35

The man patted his back and comforted him softly: "Have you had a nightmare? It's okay, the dreams are all fake..."

Fan Xing didn't seem to hear anything, so he stood up and ran to the sink and started washing his face with cold water.

He obviously forgot that he still had injuries on his face, and rubbed the water on his face with both hands, as if to calm himself down.

He Qingmo pulled him in front of him, and the movement was too large, causing all the water in Fan Xing's hand to be sprinkled on him.

He didn't pay attention, and put his hands on Fan Xing's shoulders, with eagerness and pity in his voice: "Fan Xing, look at me."

The soulless child finally heard his voice and looked up at him slowly, with confusion in his clear eyes, as if he didn't know him at all.

After a while, he gradually returned to his senses, opened his mouth, and called out softly, "Brother." The voice was still trembling.

He Qingmo hugged him gently, patted his back, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Perhaps the man's voice was too soothing, or perhaps it was the familiar smell on the man's body that gave Fan Xing a sense of security. buried in the man's chest.

The man held him like this, and waited until his emotions stabilized before whispering, "Sleep a little longer?"

Fan Xing's face was still buried in his chest, and his voice was muffled, "Yeah."

So the man carried him to bed and lay down again, Fan Xing curled up in his arms like a cat, clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would run away if he let go.

He Qingmo lowered his head and kissed him between the eyebrows, comforting: "Go to sleep, I won't leave."

The little boy looked up at him, his clear eyes flashing, as if he was wondering if what he said was true, and he closed his eyes and fell asleep after a while.

He Qingmo was not sleepy.

He woke up when Fan Xing started having nightmares. Fan Xing's helpless panic was afraid that he could see it. He tried to wake Fan Xing, but it was useless. Fan Xing was trapped in the nightmare and couldn't get out.

He hugged him, trying to appease him and calm him down, but the cold sweat on the child's body became more and more, and he helplessly shouted "Grandma, I'm afraid" in dialect...

He Qingmo has always known that Fan Xing's life is not easy, even very difficult, but he has only now realized that he still underestimated.

He looked down at the child who finally slept soundly. He couldn't tell what he felt. Not only was he distressed, but he was also annoyed for no reason.

He shook his head gently, letting go of this strange feeling, and continued to lie down with Fan Xing.

At noon, Fan Xing started to have a fever.

He Qingmo was awakened in a daze by the amazing temperature in his arms, Fan Xing's face was flushed red, and his breathing was extraordinarily heavy.

He Qingmo patted Fan Xing's cheek lightly, "Fan Xing, wake up."

Fan Xing opened his eyes in a daze, and met the man's concerned eyes. He was a little strange. He opened his mouth to speak, only to find that his throat was sore and his voice was hoarse.

"You have a fever, lie down and don't move, I'll get a thermometer." He Qingmo told him to lie down, went to find the medicine box by himself, and called Dr. Zhang by the way.

Fan Xing lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, his mind was dizzy.

How can you get sick? He rarely gets sick.

But the sound of his heavy breathing in his ears couldn't deceive anyone, and the 38 degrees on the thermometer wasn't deceiving. He did have a fever.

He Qingmo twisted a wet towel and came over to help him wipe his face and cool down. The personal doctor had already arrived. After confirming that there was no other comorbidities except fever, he prescribed antipyretics for Fan Xing to take.

Fan Xing fell asleep quickly after taking the medicine. This time, because of the effect of the medicine, he slept very deeply and peacefully. When he woke up, it was already dark.

Only one bedside lamp was turned on in the bedroom, and the brightness was turned to the lowest level. The man was leaning on the bed and using his mobile phone to reply to emails. One hand was lightly placed on his body, and he patted it from time to time, as if to coax children. The child sleeps the same.

Fan Xing didn't move, just looked at him like this, the man's profile was like a sculpture, and the scattered hair on his forehead made the sculpture appear a little gentle.

Fan Xing felt that He Qingmo like this was very optimistic, he couldn't help but moved his body to lean on the man, and successfully alarmed the man.

The man turned his head to look at him, "Wake up? How are you feeling?" He had put down the phone while he was talking, and reached out to test the temperature on Fan Xing's forehead. The burning was no longer obvious, but he still took the thermometer out of worry. Come here, "Measure again."

Fan Xing didn't speak, and obediently opened his mouth to hold the thermometer.

The fever has really subsided, only a little over thirty-seven degrees.

"I still have a low-grade fever. Eat something, and then take some medicine." He Qingmo took the thermometer and got up and went out. After a while, he brought up a bowl of millet porridge.

Fan Xing was indeed a little hungry, so when the man fed the cold porridge to his mouth, he opened his mouth subconsciously.

The man asked, "How does it taste?"

Fan Xing looked up at him, only to feel that the man's deep eyes seemed to have a little lack of confidence.

Fan Xing was stunned before he understood, "What did your brother do?"

The man nodded and asked persistently, "How is it?"

Fan Xing smiled lightly, his eyebrows curved, revealing a pear vortex at the corner of his mouth: "Delicious, thank you brother."

The voice was soft, with the hoarseness of sickness, and it sounded a little uncomfortable.

But he laughed.

He Qingmo finally let go of his heart, rubbed his hair lightly, and teased him: "Just send me a thank you?"

Fan Xing also knew how much He Qingmo took care of himself this day. He was very grateful, and felt that a thank you was not enough, so he asked obediently, "Then brother wants... uu..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man directly fed a spoonful of millet porridge over to cover his mouth, "Okay, the patient should have the appearance of a patient, and eat obediently."

So Fan Xing stopped talking and waited obediently for the man to feed him.

After eating the bowl of porridge, He Qingmo put the bowl aside, brought the antipyretic medicine to the water, and watched the child put it on the bed, "Sleep a little longer."

Then he took out the bowl by himself, and after a while, people came back, went to bed and sat down, picked up the phone, and had to deal with work again.

Although He Qingmo is occasionally childish and willful, he is still very serious about his work. He is often busy in his study at home until late at night, but he hardly brings things back to the bedroom.

At this time, it must be to take care of his sick number.

Fan Xing was lying on his side, resting his head on his arm and looking at the man, the words Lu Chi said last night suddenly popped into his mind, he couldn't help but asked softly, "Did brother take care of Senior Brother Lu Chi like this? "

The author has something to say: This article is going to enter V tomorrow. This is also my first time entering V. I am a little nervous. I hope that the little angel and fairy can support me, thank you very much.

By the way, ask for a wave of collections for the pre-received texts, and the little cutie who likes it helps to pre-receive it.

The copy of the pre-received article "I broke the villain president after wearing a cheap dress":

Eighteen-line writer Shen Yanchuan has become a cheap subject in a book of ancient dog blood.

In order to get rid of the scumbag, he disguised himself as a woman and fled, and in a hurry he got into the car of a strange man.

Only later did know that the other party was the villain Su Yunzhe in the original novel. He was ruthless and paranoid, and his methods were cold-blooded and cruel. He was an out-and-out dangerous person.

After Mr. Su helped him, he said: You look very much in line with my aesthetic, I want to take care of you and make a price.

With no money and no skills, Shen Yan said after weighing it over and over again: Nursing is impossible. Since Mr. Su likes my face, why don't you give me a job, I promise to let Mr. Su see my face every day.

So Mr. Su added a special assistant-Shen Yan.

A special assistant is an assistant who is very busy. It takes a day to read the code during work hours, and the salary is very good.

Shen Yan is very satisfied with this job and plans to stay for a long time.

As a result, Mr. Su said one day: You are in line with my aesthetics, marry me, and my property will be yours in the future.

Shen Yan was frightened and ran away without saying a word.

Just kidding, who doesn't know that Su Yunzhe is a straight man of steel and hates gays the most.

What if I let him know that he was deceived by a big girl in women's clothing?

Half a month later, Shen Yan was caught by President Su at the backstage of his new book sale.

The next step is to carry it home and close the small dark room...

The next day, he was lying on the bed with Shen Yan, who had been crushed by the car, gnashing his teeth: Didn't he say he was a straight man of steel? In the original book, he meows to me!