Chapter 131

"It can be seen how low the IQ of people in love is."

Jiang Meili looked contemptuously again. Tang Lingxi stretched out his hand to spread it and pinched her neck, but he felt that his feet were soft and rushed into the sofa.

"What are you doing? Have you done anything shameful with Dongling Beichen?"

Tang Lingxi was held by her and struggled to sit on the sofa. She felt that her body was soft and could not make any effort. Her arms were sour. She moved her hands and feet for a while, but found that there was no problem.

"What shady thing?"

Jiang Meili threw a white eye. She didn't want to talk to such a person without emotional experience. It's not a level or a plane.

Little peach understood, blushed and handed the blanket to Tang Lingxi.

Tang Lingxi shivered wrapped in a blanket. Seeing that both of them looked abnormal, he sniffed at it.

"You two who are polluted by society, don't appear in front of me. I'm still a pure girl, girl!"

Jiang Meili raised her hand, pressed the towel on her face, stopped her from talking, and asked Xiaotao to bring a hair dryer to dry her hair.

When Tang Lingxi saw the hair dryer, he couldn't help but jump out of his brain. In the afternoon, Dongling Beichen helped him blow his hair.

His gentle movements and slender fingers, as well as the itching feeling of soft and warm hot air in his neck.

The heart suddenly throbbed. Tang Lingxi quickly regained consciousness, took the hair dryer, lowered his head and began to blow his hair.

"You haven't said what's going on between you and Cheng Linglong!"

Tang Lingxi shivered and blew his hair, shouting: "she didn't deliberately fly my mobile phone. I went down to pick it up and fell into the water."

Jiang Meili was surprised that her mouth grew up and her chin almost didn't fall off.

Tang Lingxi told them the whole story, and Jiang Meili was relieved.

"I think she's tired of living, but I really want to see her fishing for her mobile phone now. The picture is too beautiful for me to see."

Little peach echoed: "how dare you bully Miss Lingxi so blatantly."

"Stop..." Tang Lingxi put down the hair dryer and looked at the little peach. "Her trick is not bullying."

Little peach nodded hurriedly, and Tang Lingxi continued, "it's just that I was fooled by her carelessly."

"I think it's because I care about Dongling Beichen?"

Jiang Meili hit the nail on the head. Tang Lingxi immediately became speechless. Embarrassed, she raised the hair dryer and continued to blow her hair, hiding her face in her long hair.

"It's all right. Miss Lingxi will double her return." little peach was full of confidence and cheered Tang Lingxi.

Tang Lingxi looked up and smiled, but felt his long hair around his nose, itching slightly, and then sneezed.

"You're going to catch a cold!"

Sure enough, in the evening, Tang Lingxi began to have a high fever, lying in bed shouting pain and turning over and over.

Jiang Meili found a doctor for infusion and asked someone to inform Dongling Beichen. After the infusion, Tang Lingxi slept quietly for a while, and Dongling Beichen came in a hurry.

"How's it going?"

"The fever seems to have gone away." Jiang Meili saw him sitting by the bed, and he stood up and walked aside.

"You go and have a rest first. It's late."

Dongling Beichen reached out and touched her forehead, turned back and said to Jiang Meili yawning.

"How about that?" Jiang Meili quickly refused. "The doctor said that if the fever didn't subside at night, he still needed to call him."

"It's all right. Go and have a rest first“

Dongling Beichen was still alienated and calm. His eyes kept staring at the sleeping Tang Lingxi. Jiang Meili and xiaotaozi left after seeing the instructions.

Dongling Beichen quietly sat by the bed and looked at her. The time passed minute by second. She was surprisingly quiet around, only her breath was a little short.

In the second half of the night, Tang Lingxi really began to have a fever again. At first, he talked carelessly, and then gradually pulled the sleeve of Dongling Beichen and began to cry.

Dongling Beichen saw the girl's gaffe for the first time, but he didn't know what to do. Tang Lingxi tightly grabbed his sleeve and his arm hurt.

"Lingxi, Lingxi?"

Dongling Beichen whispered her name. Tang Lingxi vaguely wanted to speak, but he found that his throat was hoarse and painful and couldn't shout a word.

"Water, drink water..."

The whole body was painful and sour. Tang Lingxi subconsciously shouted. He vaguely felt that someone handed the cup to his lips and drank it. Only then did he feel better.

"Lingxi?"

"Well..."

Tang Lingxi felt pain all over when she lay down. She heard someone calling her and responded vaguely.

It seems that when I was very young, my mother was still there. When I was ill, I always kept the light on by the bed.

At that time, it was mostly summer night, and the sound of moths crashing against the light bulb in the silent night could be heard. As long as she turned over, her mother would quickly help her cover the quilt and tuck in the corner.

Tang Lingxi was unconscious and didn't know where he was. He couldn't tell when it was now.

I just feel that the figure by the bed is vague, like I'm very familiar with it. I seem to have seen it many times, and I feel special at ease.

"Mom..."

Tang Lingxi stretched out his hot hand to grasp the man's arm by the bed and whispered softly.

Dongling Beichen was stunned, but she didn't expect that she would shout Su Li, but when she saw her pink and white lotus root like arms exploring, she quickly reached out to hold her hot fingertips.

The temperature in her palm was so high that the heat from her fingertips spread all over her body.

Her hand was soft and tender. Although she was weak at this time, she secretly struggled to hold his hand.

"I'm here."

Tang Lingxi seemed to get a satisfactory answer, and a slight smile floated around his mouth.

"Hold..."

Tang Lingxi shouted vaguely, stretched out his hand and opened his arms. Because he pulled down the quilt, Dongling Beichen hurriedly covered it for her.

"Mom..."

The voice was small and sticky, with some grievances and flattery. Dongling Beichen repeatedly covered her quilt, but she was reluctant to give up her clever appearance now.

She has always been so strong that everyone began to forget that she was originally a fragile girl. She always rushes forward and rushes forward, setting off a violent tornado in her own world and destroying everything in her life.

But I don't know when it began. He gradually got used to her loud noise and noise, and her complacency. When he saw her happy, he was also happy.

"Hold..."

Tang Lingxi stretched out his arm again. Seeing the prayer on her face, Dongling Beichen held her hand in his palm and leaned down to hold her in his arms.

Tang Lingxi seemed to have got the beloved thing he had always dreamed of. Even his sick and flushed face raised a comfortable smile.