Chapter 143

CEN Luo sleeps uneasily, has a high fever and mild pneumonia. When he coughs, he almost coughs out his internal organs.

Shang Jincheng put her on the bed, as light as possible, or let Cen Luo feel uncomfortable. When she had a high fever, she would feel sore when she touched her skin. She closed her eyes tightly and held Shang Jincheng's clothes in her right hand.

Shang Jincheng patted her hand, "let go, I won't go."

CEN Luo has completely passed out of sleep. He can't hear Shang Jincheng's voice. He almost cries when he pulls out the corner of his clothes.

Cheng Xi Han frowned and said in a low voice, "brother, you should lie down with Cen Luo."

Shang Jincheng felt cold on his body, and the cloth of his coat must be uncomfortable against her body. After thinking about it, he looked at the wet corners of his eyes, sighed and went to bed.

Take off your coat, put it on her and cover it.

"Brother, don't you mind your injuries?" Cheng Xihan sat on the stool and asked in a low voice.

She knew that his brother was injured, but she didn't dare to talk to Cen Luo. Besides, she couldn't worry about death.

Shang Jincheng shakes his head, indicating that she is OK.

"Then we won't disturb you. We'll have a rest first, and everything will wait until we have a good rest."

"Let's start with what happened tonight." Shang Jincheng's voice is hoarse, and he is also ill.

Cheng Xi Han didn't want to say it. Looking at her brother's cannibal posture, he said it obediently. He didn't add oil and vinegar, and he didn't fall down.

Shang Jincheng's eyes were sharp and deep. He was angry and white Wanqing. He didn't dare to learn a lesson!

"It's really made by fans. Feng Dao has already called the police and the person has been detained. Fortunately, your people are there, otherwise it's really dangerous." Cheng Xihan feels palpitating in retrospect.

The people in Shang Jincheng's arms are still hot, and their faces are red. In this weather, they are dragged into cold water. Those people are damned!

Cheng Xihan looks at the murderous spirit on his brother's face, "brother, don't be impulsive..."

"Well, you go back first and have a rest."

Shang Jincheng rubbed his dizzy head and lay down to make Cen more comfortable.

Feel Cen hair hot face, two people's temperature also don't know who is higher.

His back injury has not been well, and now it is very painful, but he is leaning against the bed, and there is nothing strange on his face.

In the middle of the night, cen Luo woke up by coughing, lost his voice, retched by the bed, and stimulated his stomach to spasm and twitch.

Shang Jincheng holds her soft body, grabs her stomach with one hand and taps her back with the other. "If you can't spit it out, don't spit it out hard. It will ruin your throat."

CEN Luo turned his head with sweat and breathed the sweat all over his face "Shang Jincheng?"

The voice was too dumb to speak, only a few vague syllables.

Shang Jincheng asked her to lie back and wet her lips with a cotton swab. "Shh, sleep quietly and don't talk."

CEN Luo closed his eyes and opened them again to see that he was still there. He leaned weakly in his arms and laughed. His eyes were lax and hard to focus. "Why are you here..."

"Is there cough and media outside?" CEN Luo's sweat rolled down her chin to her neck. She looked out of the window, and her eyelids trembled and almost fell asleep. "Can this position be photographed?"

With these two sentences, he was completely unconscious. He breathed heavily and rolled in his arms. He didn't know whether it was sweat or tears at the end of his eyes.

Unconsciously, he moved his mouth, "Shang Jincheng..."

Shang Jincheng's Adam's Apple moved, and he pressed his lips hard. His jaw line was tight. His heart was beating fast, and his chest was aching.

Does this matter have so serious knot in Cen Luo's heart?

But he didn't start out acting for the media.

Shang Jincheng's fingers moved and leaned against the head of the bed to breathe out.

Fortunately, cen Luo's body has been better recently. The next day, the situation is much better. He doesn't have so much trouble talking and his brain is clear.

But apparently she didn't remember what she said in her dream yesterday.

"Aren't you very busy at work?" CEN Luo asked, "I just have a little problem, it doesn't matter."

Shang Jincheng touched her hot forehead and said, "I can boil eggs. Can I not come here?"

"You have a fever, too." CEN Luo said with a smile on his forehead that it was still very early. The doctor came once and left.

"What's the matter with you in the old business house? Do you often go to jail? Is the body really not hurt? "

"No, don't worry."

CEN Luo looked at him. Although he looked a little tired, his face was still good.

"I was worried about you when I couldn't reach you." She said.

Shang Jincheng looks at her now, can't distinguish her now from her last night, which is her real idea.

"Shang Jincheng, whether you love me or not and whether I worry about you are two things." CEN falls to hang down eyes, "hereafter again have this kind of matter you don't hide from me?"You don't have to love her. The marriage advertisements were all scheming, she admitted.

She and Shang Jincheng treat different feelings, because Shang Jincheng only knows her now, but she is not.

Shang Jincheng's eyebrows and eyes are low. Looking at her humble appearance, his heart hurts a little.

"Shang Jincheng." CEN Luo raised his head again, his eyes with a smile, close to his face, "can you kiss me?"

Shang Jincheng's heart beat faster and pinched her chin. "No, I have a fever."

"I have a fever, too." CEN Luo's eyes are blurred and slightly drooping. He stares at his lips and sticks them up slowly, but his lips stick to each other, that's all.

CEN Luo held his neck, crushed him, and kept kissing him.

When she knew that Shang Jincheng might be beaten, she was always in a state of uneasiness. What about taking advantage of it? What if you don't have feelings? It doesn't matter whether you love her or not.

Everything is not as good as a safe Shang Jincheng.

Shang Jincheng holds Cen Luo, and his back rubs against the wall. It hurts, but he doesn't let go. He feels that he owes Cen Luo.

They held each other for a long time, until someone knocked on the door outside. Cen Luo had already fallen asleep. After hearing the sound, he raised his eyelids and didn't wake up.

Cheng Xihan came in and saw the posture, "brother, your back..."

Shang Jincheng stopped her with his eyes. "What's the matter?"

"Sister Cen Luo is on fire again."

Yesterday, the story of Cen Luo and Bai Wanqing fans was repeatedly fermented, and all companies responded, but the effect was not so good.

The two fans scold each other and upgrade, but the fan base of Cen Luo and Bai Wanqing is quite different, and some of them are just passers-by fans of "tianque".

"It's strange..." Cheng Xihan took out his mobile phone, "all talking about Cen Luojie's good connection."