Chapter 145

It's just a cold. She's been sleeping for so long, lying for so long, and now she's wrapped up like this. Isn't that exaggerating? She's not old Buddha Cixi!

"Are you sure you are well?" Jiang Beichen took a look at her. If she felt that there was no problem with her health, it showed that she was recovering quickly.

Song Xiaoya nodded to him.

Jiang Beichen immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed out a phone number. He just said a word and hung up, "let the doctor in."

After a while, assistant Shang took the doctor to Jiang Beichen's room.

Song Xiaoya is now tightly wrapped in the quilt, the doctor picked up the thermometer to help song Xiaoya measure the temperature of his forehead.

Data show that although her temperature has dropped a lot, her temperature is still beyond the normal range, that is, she is in a low fever state.

Results placed in front of her, Jiang Beichen looked at her displeasantly, "Song Xiaoya, don't you say that you have been well?"

The woman was so restless and sick that she began to run around.

Song Xiaoya had no choice but to turn her head to one side and bury her face in the quilt.

She just went out, but she didn't want to be left alone in the bedroom. As for her illness, she felt much better than before.

Jiang Beichen asked the doctor to prescribe some medicine again, and then let him leave.

Only Jiang Beichen and song Xiaoya were left in the bedroom, and the atmosphere was dignified.

Song Xiaoya knows that Jiang Beichen is a little annoyed, so she can't see her eyes and doesn't feel upset. She buries her face in the quilt and pretends to sleep with her eyes closed.

After a while, hearing Jiang Beichen's footsteps, she quickly put her head out.

"Are you going out?" Song Xiaoya asked, it's very late now. Maybe everyone else has gone to bed. Does he have to go out to work?

"Are you reluctant to leave me?" Jiang Beichen stopped and looked back at her with an eyebrow.

I'm just a little afraid of being quiet. It's OK. I'll watch TV.

"I A little... " Song Xiaoya wanted to say that she was a little afraid, but she was also afraid of affecting Jiang Beichen's work, so she said, "it's a little quiet here. I'm not used to it. I just watch TV. You can go and get busy."

Jiang Beichen listened to her words, didn't say anything more, then turned around and went out of the bedroom to the living room.

Soon, Jiang Beichen walked back into the bedroom with a laptop in his hand, and then sat on the chair beside the bed, put the computer on his lap, and began to work again.

"I'm here with you. You just stay honest and don't move." Jiang Beichen said softly.

Originally, he was afraid that she would sneak out again, so he might as well work here.

Song Xiaoya smiles, then nods and lies quietly in the quilt.

Jiang Beichen opens the video and continues the meeting she didn't finish just now. Song Xiaoya listens that it's all about the company, but she's not interested. She starts to doze off again in a daze.

When the doorbell rings outside the door, Jiang Beichen goes to open the door. Song Xiaoya vaguely sounds like the food that the waiter specially sent to them. They haven't finished their meal.

After a while, Jiang Beichen went back to the bedroom after dinner.

The taste of the food is very fragrant, but song Xiaoya has no appetite at this time, "you eat it yourself, I'm not hungry now."

Jiang Beichen put a bowl of porridge on the head cabinet, and then looked at her, "you eat, or I feed you."

Are you kidding? I'm not well yet. I can't eat!

"But I don't want to eat now." Song Xiaoya shakes her head. She really has no appetite. She just feels dizzy.

"Well, I'll feed you." Jiang Beichen quickly picked up the porridge and put it together.

Song Xiaoya thought he didn't understand her meaning, so he explained again, "I really have no appetite."

But Jiang Beichen didn't seem to hear her. He picked up the bowl of porridge and stopped his eyes on her face. Then he said in an irrefutable tone, "sit up and eat."

Sick, do not eat, how can quickly get better.

Song Xiaoya sees that the protest is invalid again, so she has to sit up with her lips pursed. Now she feels more and more that Jiang Beichen has raised her as a daughter.

In the past, when she was at home, every time she was sick, she didn't want to eat. So did her parents and brother, forcing her to eat a little.

Looking at her sitting up, Jiang Beichen takes a spoon to take a mouthful, and then puts it on her lips to test whether the temperature is hot or not, and then sends it to her mouth.

Song Xiaoya opened her mouth and took a mouthful of light porridge.

Now convalescence, or eat light better.

After a while, song Xiaoya had eaten half a bowl of porridge, and then shook his head, "I'm full, I don't want to eat any more."

After eating the half bowl of porridge, she was very reluctant.

"All right." Seeing that she had already eaten half a bowl, Jiang Beichen didn't continue to force her. He put the bowl on one side of the table and gently wiped her mouth with a tissue.Song Xiaoya looks at him foolishly, and suddenly feels like a sick child. It's good to be taken care of so carefully.

After dinner, it's time to go to bed. Song Xiaoya almost sleeps these two days and is forced to lie in bed when she is awake.

In the early morning of the next day, song Xiaoya, who had enough sleep, woke up from Jiang Beichen's arms. She narrowed her eyes, touched Jiang Beichen's arm with her hand, and then slowly opened her eyes.

Last night, in order to make her warm and get rid of her fever earlier, Jiang Beichen locked her firmly in his arms and didn't let her move.

At night, she sweated a lot. When she woke up, she felt sticky and uncomfortable, but she felt completely better.

See her start to move disorderly, Jiang Beichen is still asleep, subconsciously with the arm to hold her more tightly.

Song Xiaoya struggled several times before he woke up.

Seeing Jiang Beichen open his eyes, song Xiaoya immediately stares at him with big eyes, "Jiang Beichen, I want to take a bath."

Jiang Beichen stares at her and then touches her forehead with his hand. After sweating, her temperature should have returned to normal now.

At this time, Jiang Beichen still held her still, looked down at her, and then deliberately asked, "do you want me to help you, or do you want to do it yourself?"

Song Xiaoya blushed and said, "of course, I'm here myself."

She has hands and feet, and is not disabled. Do you want a man to take a bath!

"Do you have strength in you?" Jiang Beichen looks at her suspiciously. Yesterday she walked with soft feet. Today it's hard to ensure that she can recover completely.

"Of course, I'm all right now. Let me go first." Song Xiaoya protested and began to move.