I don't know if Zhang Hao heard Song Ziting's words or felt that the person in his arms was Song Ziting. He reached out and hugged Song Ziting tightly into his arms.
"Tingting, your Uncle Chu is here!" Mrs. Zhang walked towards the door with joy and comfort in her tone, but when she opened the door, she saw Song Ziting lying on Zhang Hao's chest, and Zhang Hao
Hao closed his eyes and hugged Song Ziting tightly. He couldn't help being stunned, but then a smile appeared on his face.
When Song Ziting heard the sound, she stood up hurriedly and wanted to stand up and walk away, but she didn't expect that her little hand was still tightly held by Zhang Hao. Song Ziting was so embarrassed that she said with a flushed face: "Grandma,
Uncle Chu! "Zi Ting, please stay nearby while I check what's going on with Hao Zi!" Dr. Chu was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses.
So Song Ziting could only blush and let the sleeping Zhang Hao grab her and stand aside.
Doctor Chu stepped forward and gently touched Zhang Hao's forehead, then looked at Zhang Hao's abnormally red cheeks, raised his head and thought for a moment, then lowered his head again to unbutton the collar of Zhang Hao's shirt, and then followed Zhang Hao's strong chest.
As she was exposed, Song Ziting subconsciously blushed and moved her eyes away. However, Dr. Chu's words forced Song Ziting to move her eyes back again. Dr. Chu breathed a sigh of relief and said to Song Ziting: "Song."
Miss, please help me untie Haozi's shirt and take a look at his waist and other places on his body to see if there are any red patches! "Ah? Oh." Song Ziting was stunned when she heard Dr. Chu's words, but now
At that time, she couldn't care about anything else. Song Ziting could only bite the bullet and unbutton Zhang Hao's shirt. When Zhang Hao's wheat-colored upper body was exposed in front of Song Ziting's eyes, Song Ziting almost turned into a cooked shrimp. But when Song Ziting raised her eyes and saw
When I looked at Zhang Hao's body, I couldn't help but take a breath. At this time, Zhang Hao's body was covered with large and small red patches, which looked a bit unbearable.
Song Ziting opened her mouth nervously and said to Dr. Chu in surprise: "Uncle Chu, look! What is going on!" "Haozi drank last night?" Dr. Chu's face became serious.
"He drank a lot when he came back last night." Mrs. Zhang, who was standing aside with an anxious look on her face, said matter-of-factly.
"It's alcohol and drug allergy, and I have a little fever." "What should I do? Is it serious? Do I need to be sent to the hospital?" Mrs. Zhang became anxious when she heard what Dr. Chu said, and Song Ziting was so nervous that she forgot her shyness just now.
Embarrassed, he looked at Zhang Hao on the bed with a worried look. At this time, Zhang Hao was frowning slightly, and wanted to grab the red patches on his body with his palms, but was held back by Song Ziting's little hand.
"Old madam, don't worry. Haozi should have taken medicine before drinking. Now he has reacted with the two things. I will get Haozi some anti-allergic medicines. They can only be applied externally. To reduce the fever, we can only let his body temperature drop first.
"You can't take internal medicines for the time being, and you can't let him scratch the red patches on his body." Dr. Chu turned around and started looking for medicines in his medicine box. After a while, he found a bottle of medicine, and then took it out.
He handed a box of ointment to Song Ziting, and then said to Mrs. Zhang and Song Ziting who looked anxious: "These two are anti-allergic medicines. Apply the ointment to Haozi first, and wait for the red spots to subside before taking the bottle."
"In there." Song Ziting breathed a sigh of relief when she heard what Dr. Chu said. Fortunately, it was nothing serious, but why did Zhang Hao take medicine before drinking? Didn't he go to watch his own game? Isn't there something wrong with him?
Comfortable? Song Ziting felt a little confused, but when she thought that Zhang Hao was not feeling well and still had to attend the art competition, although she didn't know if Zhang Hao was doing it for himself, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. Song Ziting nodded to Dr. Chu and heard that Chu
The doctor also gave some instructions on how to reduce fever, and Song Ziting memorized them all.
Finally, Dr. Chu nodded to Mrs. Zhang and Song Ziting before carrying the medicine box downstairs. Song Ziting saw that Mrs. Zhang's face was not very good because she was worried about being overworked. Song Ziting was worried about what might happen to Mrs. Zhang's health again.
, so he could only say to Mrs. Zhang: "Grandma, you go to rest first, and leave it to me here. It will be troublesome if you are sick too!" "Tingting, thank you for the hard work!" Zhang
The old lady touched her dizzy head and felt that what Song Ziting said was very reasonable. In the end, she could only let Mrs. Zhang support her and rest.
Seeing Mrs. Zhang return to the room, Song Ziting breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Zhang Hao with his eyes closed on the bed, quickly turned around and picked up the water brought by Mrs. Zhang, and put the clean towel on Zhang Hao's forehead.
Go up. Then she took a clean towel and began to gently wipe Zhang Hao's cheeks and neck. Song Ziting looked at Zhang Hao's open shirt and hesitated for a moment. Seeing that Zhang Hao still closed his eyes tightly, Song Ziting nodded and gave up.
She reached out and washed the towel and began to wipe Zhang Hao's upper body. I don't know how long it took, but the abnormal red color on Zhang Hao's face began to slowly recede. Song Ziting touched Zhang Hao's forehead and then her own.
, feeling that there seemed to be some results, he couldn't help but happily opened his mouth and let out a long sigh of relief. He grabbed the ointment left by Dr. Chu and began to wipe it towards the red patches on Zhang Hao's body.
Zhang Hao just felt dazed. He wanted to open his eyes but felt exhausted. Then he seemed to hear someone talking, like his grandmother, and the voice of that smelly girl. Zhang Hao moved.
, there was some itching all over my body, I stretched out my hand to scratch it subconsciously, but it seemed as if someone was holding my palm. Then I felt a slight coolness on my body. It was very comfortable, and my whole body was no longer unbearably itchy. Zhang Hao gently touched it again.
Opening his eyes gently, he seemed to see Song Ziting busy applying something on his body, but he felt much more comfortable. Zhang Hao felt as if he was hallucinating. Thinking of the text message Song Ziting sent him, Zhang Hao
Hao grinned at himself: How could she take care of me here? But why did it feel like it was real, and what was it that was sliding hot on his chest? Zhang Hao subconsciously reached out to grab it.
Toward the chest.
At this time, Song Ziting was gently applying ointment on Zhang Hao's chest with her little hands. She could no longer care about being shy, but the male skin that her palms touched still made Song Ziting feel that everything from her palms to her cheeks was hot. Maybe she felt that Song Ziting was
The temperature of his little hand was too hot. Zhang Hao reached out his palm to scratch his chest in dissatisfaction, but it left red marks. Seeing this, Song Ziting hurriedly stopped Zhang Hao's big hand, but unexpectedly her little hand was tightened.
Hold it tightly.
"Ah!" Song Ziting screamed subconsciously, blushing and trying to withdraw her little hand, but unexpectedly, this scream made the originally confused Zhang Hao suddenly open his eyes in a daze.
Zhang Hao heard the sound and opened his eyes. In front of him was Song Ziting's red little face. Zhang Hao thought it was because he was dazzled, but when his eyes moved to his palm, he clearly saw that he was holding Song Ziting's little hand tightly.
, Zhang Hao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel happy. Then he closed his eyes again, but the strength of his hand quietly increased a bit.
"Are you awake?" Song Ziting seemed to see Zhang Hao waking up, so she lay in front of Zhang Hao and asked softly, but there was no reaction from Zhang Hao for a long time, so Song Ziting tilted her head in confusion and tried to withdraw quietly.
The arm, but it didn't matter if this movement happened, instead of withdrawing the arm, Zhang Hao suddenly used force and his whole body leaned unsteadily on Zhang Hao's chest, and then he was hugged tightly into Zhang Hao's arms.
"You, let go!" Song Ziting couldn't help but exclaimed, but reached out and pushed Zhang Hao, but Zhang Hao still closed his eyes tightly, without any reaction, just pressed himself tightly and made no further movements. Song Ziting
She couldn't help but froze there: "Isn't he awake?" "Zhang Hao?" Song Ziting called softly a few times, but Zhang Hao didn't respond at all. Song Ziting couldn't help but gasp slightly, seeing that she couldn't pull out her
She could only let Zhang Hao hold her arms and lay beside the bed. Song Ziting was also a little tired. She had been tossing around for half the night last night and couldn't sleep well at all. Now she had taken care of Zhang Hao for a long time. Her whole body ached and she fell asleep by the bed.
Unable to help but come over her, Song Ziting soon began to breathe evenly in a daze.
Zhang Hao's fever has slowly subsided, and his head still hurts a little, but his brain is much clearer. Song Ziting's even breathing sounded in his ears. Zhang Hao couldn't help but curl his mouth, quietly opened his eyes, and said to himself: "
Was this girl taking care of me just now?" Looking at Song Ziting's red face and pouty mouth, Zhang Hao couldn't help but kiss Song Ziting's forehead gently, then tightened his arms and fell asleep holding the soft Song Ziting.
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A few hours later, Mrs. Zhang had almost rested, so she got up and walked to Zhang Hao's room. When she opened the door, she saw Zhang Hao sleeping soundly with Song Ziting in his arms tightly. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and smiled secretly.
Seeing that Zhang Hao had returned to his normal expression, Sister-in-law Zhang helped Mrs. Zhang out of the room. Seeing the smile on Mrs. Zhang's face, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but joke: "Old Madam, the Young Master and the Young Madam."
The relationship is so good! It seems that you will be able to have a grandson soon!" Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but become even more happy when she heard Sister Zhang's words: "This stinky boy finally didn't let me worry about it. It seems that
I have chosen the right granddaughter-in-law! "Old Madam, you are happy to see me. Since the young master is fine, I will take you for a walk in the garden!" Mrs. Zhang saw that Mrs. Zhang was happy and couldn't help but suggested. Mrs. Zhang said this
At that time, they had this intention, so the two of them went downstairs and headed towards the garden.
Zhang Hao, who was lying on the bed, had already gone away from his fever and his body was slowly recovering, so Mrs. Zhang's sound of opening the door had already woken up Zhang Hao. Listening to the conversation at the door, Zhang Hao looked at his arms again.
She couldn't help but grinned slightly, but unexpectedly, she accidentally coughed, which woke up Song Ziting who was sleeping in her arms.
"Are you okay? How are you?" Song Ziting opened her big eyes and saw Zhang Hao covering his mouth and coughing softly. Her eyes were full of anxiety, but she didn't notice that after Zhang Hao stopped coughing, she heard Song Ziting
The originally somewhat well-equipped eyes were full of color and even changed their taste...