Chapter 7

The end of showing love without anything is that the next day's warmth lay powerless in bed, and her throat was swollen and painful. She felt as if she couldn't even make a sound. In her head, it hurt so much that she didn't know what to do to be comfortable.

Even if she doesn't have to go to the hospital, she knows that nine times out of ten she has a fever, and she's still burning badly. She's hot and dizzy all over. Even if she wants to, I'm afraid the person who sealed the family won't let her take care of Feng Yue again

Sure enough, when Uncle Zhou, the old housekeeper of the family, saw the warmth, he immediately granted her a seven-day leave and ordered her to be better before she could come back to work again.

Warmth just sighed in his heart. As expected, the next second he caught a glimpse of the early morning. Zhou Wenyao was wearing a set of pure black sleepiness, leaning against the railing of the stairs and laughing at her.

Just looked at him, the warm eyes suddenly cooled down, and then turned around without saying a word to prepare to pack things in the room.

But she didn't want to wait for her to pack up her things. She was preparing to go out. As soon as she walked through the closed house hall, she saw Zhou Wenyao, who had changed into a suit, sitting straight at the table and eating breakfast with extra grace.

But this elegance is always affectation.

As soon as he saw the warmth, the man immediately put down his knife and fork, gently wiped his mouth, and looked straight at the warmth, with a sense of surprise in his eyes.

"Miss Song, why..."

"Yes, I was wrong last night. I can apologize to you here, even if you want compensation. How... How..."

As soon as she heard what he said, she knew that the man was 100% intentional. She didn't believe that uncle Zhou would not tell him that she had a fever of 39.5, let alone that he didn't see how wrong she was now. She had to tease, but it was really from the bottom of her heart.

Wen Yan glanced at him without saying a word. What he thought was that her seal was still in the hands of others. He could only turn his head patiently and show a bright smile at the man sitting there, "I understand, Mr. Zhou, you were drunk last night, so you mistook me for someone next to me. I don't need an apology or compensation. I just hope Mr. Zhou can let me go back to work when I get well..."

After saying that, I don't know whether I was too ill or because of something else. My warm body immediately swayed, then gently shook my head, forced me to smile in the direction of Zhou Wenyao, got up with my bag and went out.

Early in the morning, the girl's smile is like the little lily just stained with dew.

I have to admit that even Zhou Wenyao, who was originally teasing, was inevitably amazed for a moment.

He slightly raised his mouth and looked at the warmth. He walked slowly through the closed yard. He watched her smile and thanked the servant who opened the door for her. When he wanted to see it again, a familiar voice rang in his ear.

Zhou Wenyao followed the sound and saw Fang Qingya standing upstairs with a frightened face and looking at him. The woman was wearing a beige coat with messy hair. She could occasionally see the proof of their love last night at her neck. As soon as he looked back, he gently bit his good-looking lips, "I thought... You're gone..."

He heard her say something softly.

I don't know why, the voice he loved to hear and the copy he loved to see suddenly became a little dull after just enjoying the beauty of the little lily stained with dew.

But even though he thought so, Zhou Wenyao still smiled at Fang Qingya upstairs, "how could it? I didn't say last night that I would rest today and... Accompany you all day."

Yes, under the multiple stimuli last night, he finally heard what he had thought for a long time from Fang Qingya's mouth. It can be said that they are interlinked now.

Just after Fang Qingya and Zhou Wenyao left the closed house, a figure first turned off Zhou Wenyao's monitoring, then slowly came to a door and came to the man in the wheelchair, with deep respect and love on his face.

"Young master."

Smelling the speech, Feng Yue raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Are you all gone?"

Although the man had a hard time talking, he didn't look as powerless as he was last night.

"Yes. Miss Song left in the morning. They just left for a quarter of an hour. We have five minutes."

"Well, previous orders?"

There is not much time. Men ask what they care about most at the first time.

"It's all done. Now it's developing smoothly."

"Well, last night?"

"You and Miss Song's surveillance last night. He checked it when he got up in the morning. Looking at his mature posture, he should have been set."

"Yes."

"... and they should have communicated with each other in the morning..."

Hearing this, Feng Yue's mouth began to laugh sarcastically, "I knew. Dr. Lu?"

"You have recovered well recently, but it will take at least three months."

"Three months... OK, time is up, you, let's go..."

Hearing the speech, the man standing in front of him nodded. He was just about to turn around and walk out, but when he touched the door handle, he turned around and said hesitantly, "in the morning, when Miss Song left, she specially told me to push you out to bask in the sun at this time every day. I don't know, young master..."

Hearing the speech, Feng Yue's eyes were stunned for a moment, and then he replied, "no, use it."

"Yes." the visitor twisted the door handle, but before leaving, he thought of the girl's red face, which had been burned vaguely, but still had a pleading expression, and her forced and flattering smile in front of Zhou Wenyao. He paused and opened again, "in fact, Miss Song is still very good, young master, you..."

He didn't finish the latter words and was not ready to go on. He unscrewed the door and went out.

Looking at the closed door, Feng Yue's eyes flashed slightly, inexplicably recalling the morning when he first met her.

"Hello, I am warm..."

He heard her say that.

Unconsciously, Feng Yue looked at the door and walked away.

He was really acting for Zhou Wenyao last night, but was it really all acting there?

After catching a cold for seven days, she really felt that she had been tossed. Looking in the mirror, she felt that her face was much smaller. The most important thing is that she wanted to seal it.

In the past few days when she was away, I didn't know whether the other party had eaten well, basked in the sun and bathed. Who helped him?

The more I want to be warm, the more I feel like returning home.

Warm thoughts flooded here, and Feng Yue at the other end felt as if his surroundings were full of that energetic figure.

Now Fang Qingya's relationship with Zhou Wenyao can be said to be booming, and he doesn't care about him. He hasn't seen their live broadcast for several days, and even occasionally came out to bask in the sun, which he couldn't enjoy before.

Basking in the warm afternoon sun, suddenly, Feng Yue saw an orange little milk cat rolling itself out of the flowers on one side. He didn't know if it was rolling hard. After stopping rolling, he also lay dizzy on the ground and didn't move for a long time.

When he recovered, he saw it staggering towards him, meowing and meowing, and he didn't know whether he was asking for food or playing coquettish.

Seeing the little milk cat, Feng Yue somehow remembered an equally lovely little fellow.

He hasn't seen her for a long time

Then he looked at the little thing next to his feet, which might not be enough to eat. He raised his head, tilted his head in doubt, and walked to the other end, but it went in the direction of a bunch of roses.

The rose flower looks particularly delicate in the sun, but its thorns are also sharp and sharp.

Seeing the little thing shaking his head and bumping into the thorn without looking back, Feng Yue's eyebrows wrinkled without trace.

Such a cat is similar to him. He knows that it has thorns, but he still has to stick it up.

Without him, just because there is only such a way ahead.

He kept staring at the orange figure. Just when the other party was about to be bleeding, he saw a white figure running quickly past him. Then when the little thing hit the rose thorn, he pressed it down, and then reached out and held it in his arms.

"Ah, luckily I ran fast enough, otherwise you would suffer!"

Then he turned his head warmly, hugged a kitten in the rose bushes, and smiled brightly at him.

"Look, Feng Yue, what did I find, a kitten!"

Almost at the same time, the silly kitten in her arms mewed at him.

Such a picture, Feng Yue only felt that no matter how long it took, it would always exist vividly and beautifully in his memory.

It's called redemption.

Thinking, the corners of Feng Yue's mouth raised.

At the same time, just arrived in the backyard and saw Feng Yue's smiling Fang Qingya, but she only felt that her blood would solidify into ice at this moment.

He, he, he

The next day, after warm and pushing Feng Yue out of the room, she took down the pinhole camera in her room and secretly put it in.

Then, it's time for Feng Yue to take his medicine once a month.

Warm looking at the housekeeper in front of him, and the large number of tablets in his hand, such medicine, such medicine is what Feng Yue has been eating in recent years

The smile on the warm face was very reluctant, but he still raised his head and looked seriously at the housekeeper in front of him.

"Feng Yue hasn't eaten anything yet. Taking medicine hurts his stomach. Uncle Zhou, if you can, can you go to the kitchen and get me a meal first, and let him take medicine when I finish feeding Feng Yue?"

Hearing the speech, uncle Zhou frowned and nodded for a long time.

Seeing that he was leaving, warm stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve.

"Put the medicine here. Why, uncle Zhou, you have to take the medicine to the kitchen. It's just me here. There's no one else. I'll just look at it!"

Hearing this, uncle Zhou's eyes flashed a trace of hesitation. After a long stalemate, he still put down the medicine.

Smiling at the warmth after uncle Zhou left, she rushed back to her room almost instantly. When she came back, she also held a bottle of medicine in her hand. She took a deep breath and quickly changed the medicine in the two bottles.

She stuffed the bottle of medicine with vitamins in her pocket, and the rest in English was safely put in place. Then she sat quietly back to Feng Yue. She didn't know if she hadn't done bad things. She trembled all over her body.

In order to seek comfort, she quickly held Feng Yue's hand.

When she clenched her hand, Feng Yue found that the girl's palm was cold.

Seeing this, Feng Yue dropped his eyes slightly.

As he expected, she really saw that there was something wrong with her medicine.

Almost at the same time, Fang Qingya, who was sitting in his room, covered her mouth in panic, while Zhou Wenyao looked at the two people who held their hands tightly and raised their lips.