Qiao Jing looked at Zhan Qipei seriously for a while, and after confirming that the man really couldn't eat, he pursed his lips and thought of a compromise.
"Then you save it for dinner?"
Zhan Qipei agreed and put the bowl away.
When he was at the company in the afternoon, he began to prepare a second plan in his mind.
Finally, he prepared a total of three methods.
After returning home in the afternoon, Zhan Qipei pretended to be reluctant and finished the remaining lunch.
During the whole meal, Qiao Jing felt that the man was getting more and more strange. He didn't take a few bites of the food at all, and looked very worried.
Could it be that you encountered a problem at work?
Qiao Jing didn't ask the other party too much. He was worried that mentioning it would make him more distressed, so he finished the rest of the meal. While Qiao Jing was eating, Zhan Qi Pei took a change of clothes and walked into the bathroom with a solemn look.
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He was going to start the second plan, taking a cold shower to catch the fever.
Zhan Qipei was worried that the cold shower would not be enough. After the shower, he hurried back to the room, closed the door, and reached for the air conditioner remote control.
After adjusting the air conditioner temperature to 16 degrees Celsius, I sat down at the desk and started working.
It didn't take long for Zhan Qi Pei to feel that his body temperature was dropping rapidly, and the cold air around him was wrapping him up in it.
A biting chill rose up in his body, but the man still maintained his previous actions, his eyes falling on the laptop screen and typing on the keyboard.
Zhan Qi Pei pursed his thin lips tightly, as if nothing around him could affect him.
After finishing his work, he stood up stiffly, turned off the air conditioner, and walked out of the room.
Seeing that the door next door was closed, I took a step forward.
Zhan Qipei hurried to the bathroom, turned up the water temperature, and quickly took a hot bath.
In the cold winter, he was so pretentious that he had a fever even if he didn't have a fever.
When Qiao Jing walked out of the room and wanted to drink some water, she found that the temperature in the living room had dropped a lot, and there were gusts of wind blowing over her.
Because the air conditioner was on in the room, she was wearing relatively thin clothes, and she shivered when the cold wind blew.
Her eyes fell on the balcony and found that the window was open and a familiar figure was standing by the window.
Qiao Jing frowned and put down the cup in his hand.
After walking to Zhan Qipei, the cold wind blowing from outside picked up her hair. Only then did she feel that the wind on the balcony was colder than she thought.
But Zhan Qi Pei didn't seem to feel it. He was wearing a loose bathrobe with a wide open collar. There were still some wet drops hanging on the man's neck and chest.
Qiao Jing's cold eyes were filled with doubts.
Haven't you taken a shower?
Why are you taking a shower again?
Just as she was about to reach out to close the window, the man next to her suddenly stepped forward.
Zhan Qipei leaned out more than half of his body, looking like he was about to jump off the building.
Qiao Jing was startled, and with quick eyesight, she grabbed the man and pulled him back hard.
"what are you doing?"
Zhan Qipei retracted his gaze from the window and spoke as if nothing had happened.
"Nothing, just looking."
She closed the window expressionlessly, turned around, and stared at Zhan Qi Pei with inquiring eyes.
"What happened to you today?"
Do you need to stretch out most of your body to see the scenery? If you go any further, you may fall.
She felt something was wrong at noon, but it wasn't that obvious yet, so she didn't ask. Now that the wind was blowing and she wanted to jump off the building, Zhan Qipei must have encountered something.
Zhan Qipei shook his head silently, his eyes fell on Qiao Jing, and he found that the woman was only wearing this thin set of pajamas.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat. Was his wife blowing the cold air with him just now?
Zhan Qipei raised his long eyebrows, his tight profile suddenly softened, and his eyes shone with deep self-blame.
He reached out and grabbed the woman's slender wrist, leading her towards the room.
"I'm fine. Are you feeling cold? You go back to your room and sit down. I'll make you a bowl of ginger soup to avoid catching a cold."
Qiao Jing touched the man's hand and immediately felt the abnormal temperature on the other person's body, which could almost burn someone.
She withdrew her hand, and before Zhan Qipei could react, her palm covered his forehead.
Zhan Qi Pei seemed to be frozen in place, motionless, staring directly at Qiao Jing with his dark eyes.
Qiao Jing frowned, took the person back to the living room without saying a word, and found a thermometer gun from the medicine box.
According to the scorching temperature of the man's body, Zhan Qi Pei's fever was at least thirty-nine degrees.
She took out the temperature gun from the medicine box and measured it. It was 39.8 degrees.
No wonder it's so hot.
Qiao Jing found a few more packets of medicine and placed them on the table in the living room, her tone a bit reproachful.
"You don't know you have a fever? Are you still standing by the window blowing the cold air?"
Zhan Qi Pei's dark eyes lit up.
He knew it!
His wife will definitely feel sorry for him!
The bitter meat trick really works.
The man lowered his head, like a child who had done something wrong, and his tone deliberately contained a trace of grievance.
"I didn't know I had a fever..."
After seeing Zhan Qi Pei's aggrieved look, Qiao Jing's anger immediately disappeared, followed by an inexplicable feeling of distress.
Her tone became much softer.
"Mix these packets of medicine together and drink them."
Zhan Qipei shook his head, stood up, and tried to walk back to the room unsteadily.
"Just take a nap and you'll be fine."
As a result, before he could take a few steps, he fell to the ground uncontrollably.
Qiao Jing's temples jumped suddenly, and she quickly stepped forward and reached out to support the man.
After having close contact with Zhan Qi Pei, she felt that what she was holding was a stove, and an egg could be cooked even if she put it on it.
She suppressed her anger and gritted her teeth.
"Zhan Qipei, you have a fever now and you need to take medicine."
Zhan Qi Pei stubbornly wanted to move forward without even looking at the medicine.
"No, just take a nap and you'll be fine."
Qiao Jing's accumulated anger was about to burst out, but the man looked up at her with blurred eyes.
This made her lose her temper.
She kept telling herself in her heart that now he had a fever and was a patient, so he could just endure it and be fine.
Qiao Jing spoke in a coaxing tone.
"Then I'll help you go back to bed to rest first, and you'll drink the medicine later."
Zhan Qi Pei, like a stubborn child, carefully took the woman's hand away and started walking to the room.
Qiao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth speechlessly, picked up a few packets of medicine on the table, washed them and carried them to Zhan Qi Pei's room.
After seeing the man lying on the bed in a state of confusion due to fever, she stepped lightly and walked to the bed.
I don’t know what happened to Zhan Qipei, but the collar of the bathrobe he was wearing was even wider, and it was still very cold in the room, and the air conditioner was not even turned on.
She had a headache, and when she picked up the remote control, she discovered that the last time the air conditioner was turned on, the temperature was sixteen degrees.
In this kind of weather, Zhan Qi Pei actually turned on the air conditioner at 16 degrees?
Qiao Jing looked at the man lying on the bed with suspicion, but the man could not answer her question now.
She glanced at the man's open collar and hesitated for a moment.
If Zhan Qipei's bathrobe was left open like this, his illness would definitely not be cured.