C139 Genius female doctor 4

His jaw dropped, and he looked up to see the macaw talking.

The parrot's long brown beak and shell stared at him, its attitude completely arrogant. It even flapped its wings a bit, saying, "How dare you!" "Kneel down."

After that, the entire room echoed with the words, "Kneel before me …" "Kneel and rest …"

The corner of Qu Cunzi's mouth curved upwards. He wanted to laugh, but didn't. He heaved a sigh of relief, feeling extremely weak.

"Little Treasure …" "I'm hungry …"

After saying that, he collapsed onto the sofa. There was still some heat coming from the sofa. There was a white blanket on top of it, and there was also an electric hand bag. It was so warm …

Everything near her was warm.

He lay paralyzed on it, almost greedily enjoying this familiar and unforgettable comfort, unwilling to get up ever again.

His face was pale and flushed under the light. Especially her lips, which had an unusual shade of red. However, his eyes were strangely bright. They were sparkling with a terrifying light, like a blazing flame that could start burning at any time.

At first glance, the mistress of the room could tell that this was the symbol of a person's vigorous fire and vanity. This person was distracted, unable to sleep at all that night. His body was filled with anxiety and anxiety. There's a big problem with the body.

This is a patient, not a stream. Hooligan.

However, his gaze as roasting as though it was being grilled was always frightening.

"Mister …"

She thought it was the wrong person. Just as she was about to help him up and touch his hand, she felt his hand. It was abnormally cold. She immediately touched his forehead and rolled over. It was frighteningly hot.

"Little Treasure, I'm very hungry."

He leaned naturally against her, his hand gripping hers. He had not eaten yet and had been sitting at her door since dusk. And now, it was already noon. It was night.

He didn't feel hungry anymore, but when he got close to her, his stomach automatically started to resist. "Eh?" The long dead hunger immediately returned to life. In a trance, she remembered one night when she had a large bowl of hot tomato beef soup, and her whole body was warm.

After all these years, he had tasted all sorts of delicacies, but he had never found anything that could replace the supreme delicacies in his memories.

She immediately went to look for his cell phone and calmly said, "Sir, you have a fever. I'll inform your family immediately …"

"Little Treasure …" "Little Treasure …"

She had found his cell phone and was searching for the number. "Sir, who should I notify at home?"

He stared at her, his lips dry, the face so familiar in the light that he could have recognized it even if it had turned to ash.

But she only called him "sir."

In his life, countless people had called him that. Mister, Mr. Qu, Boss Qu, Boss Qu … However, this shouldn't have come out of her mouth … Li Xiaobao never called him that.

"Master..." Qu Cunzi... " She should at least be a "Young Master Qu" — she should have called him that.

Not so cold a word as "sir."

He felt wronged once again. His heart twitched.

"Little Treasure …" Little Treasure... It's me … Have you forgotten about me? "

She was startled for a moment, and did not continue dialing, but very quickly, with a smile on her face, she spoke in a gentle and distant tone: "Sir, you have recognized the wrong person, I am Fang Likun."