"Ahem..." Bei Chenxiao coughed twice and hurriedly moved the phone away.
Wen Tong asked tentatively: "Wenze said you had a cold, are you okay?"
After a long time, his voice reappeared, "It's nothing."
"Drink more hot water and go to bed early." Wen Tong held the phone on his shoulder and changed a towel for Ding Ding. "Do you have a fever? Remember to apply a cold towel if you have a fever. It is very effective."
Although she was not around, Bei Chenxiao could feel her little hands applying a towel on him, and concern flashed in her big eyes.
She gently stroked his hot face and said distressedly: "Beichen Xiao, my body is cold, let me hold you, your fever will go away soon."
With that said, she obediently unbuttoned her pajamas and stood naked in front of him in an instant.
Lifting a corner of the quilt, she got in like a little snake, her cold and slender limbs tightly wrapped around his heated body.
Beichen Xiao slapped his forehead twice.
It was over, I was so burned out, and listening to her voice, I started to think about it.
Of course Wen Tong didn't know his dirty thoughts at this time, and was still talking on the phone, "Drinking ginger cola is also very useful. After drinking it, cover yourself with a quilt and sleep. As soon as you sweat, the fever will go away."
Tintin had already been given a large glass of ginger cola by her, and no, he was already sweating.
Beichenxiao gave a vague hum and said, I'm done.
Then, before Wen Tong could answer, the call was cut off.
Wen Tong looked at the phone in her hand in confusion and frowned slightly.
This man is really confused and inexplicable.
Wen Tong ignored him and took out the thermometer to measure Ding Ding's temperature.
The little guy is in good physical condition and his fever has gone down quite a bit.
When he woke up the next morning, his nose was no longer runny, but he still had a nasal sound when speaking and had a slight cough.
Wen Tong bought many snacks that he usually likes to eat but is forbidden to eat.
He sat happily on the sofa alone, eating snacks and watching his favorite cartoons.
Wen Tong ran over and touched his forehead from time to time, and then touched his own. After a few comparisons, he felt that his body temperature was basically normal.
She watched cartoons with her son and played chess with him.
Because of the limited financial resources at home, he has never bought a piano. Ding Ding usually learns piano by going to classes or making do with the electronic keyboard at home.
She listened to Ding Ding play the electronic keyboard for a while, and then the phone rang.
The caller was her assistant Zhu Zhu, who was transferred here just yesterday. Because Chen Sihan took on a big drama, she was naturally short of manpower.
"Ms. Wen, there is an advertiser who wants to see you."
Chen Sihan became famous before she even filmed the movie. Recently, three or four manufacturers have contacted her for advertising.
Wen Tong glanced at her son and realized that she had promised to accompany him. If she ran away halfway, it would be too discreditable.
But this advertiser is also very important and cannot afford to offend.
She was in a dilemma and suddenly came up with a good idea.
There is a restaurant not far downstairs with a playground specifically for children.
She made an appointment with the advertiser there, and then let Tintin play in the playground nearby, so that she could take care of him within sight.
She warned the little guy in every possible way not to be too crazy, as sweating too much would aggravate the cold. The little guy nodded his head like a rattle, and she was relieved.
The contract was negotiated quickly. The other party was very sincere and had already signed it. Wen Tong only needed to take it to Bei Chenxiao to sign, and the contract could be performed normally.
Tintin was very obedient and just played with a ball.
Suddenly, the crazy kid behind him bumped into him, and the ball in his hand came out.
Tintin hurriedly went to pick up the ball, but the ball rolled farther and farther on the restaurant floor. He couldn't catch up, and he suddenly became anxious.
The ball rolled and rolled, and was finally blocked by a pair of casual shoes.
The owner of the shoe gently bent down and easily grabbed the ball with his slender fingers.
"Thank you, uncle." Ding Ding ran over and thanked him politely.
The man turned out to be a cute little kid, with a sunny smile naturally appearing on his face.
He turned the ball with one finger and slowly brought it to Tintin.
Tintin stuck out his little tongue in surprise. This uncle is so amazing. He can actually spin the ball on his fingertips.
He really wanted to learn, but his mother said he couldn't talk to strangers casually, so the little guy suppressed his curiosity and carefully took the ball.
The man stretched out his hand, patted his small shoulder, and stood up slowly.
The person behind him said: "Your Highness, it's time to go."
He hummed and turned to leave.
Ding Ding was still immersed in his superb skills. Wen Tong had already caught up from behind. He nervously picked up Ding Ding and checked him up and down, "Did you fall? Didn't mom say you are not allowed to run around?"
"I'm sorry, Mom." Ding Ding snuggled into Wen Tong's arms, "Mom, don't be angry."
The child was sick, and Wen Tong could not get angry. But in the blink of an eye, the child disappeared, and she was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat.
The little guy rarely takes the initiative to ask for things from her. Today, he especially wanted a basketball.
Wen Tong naturally agreed and took him to the mall to pick out basketballs.
The moment my hand touched the basketball, a clean and sunny face suddenly appeared in my mind.
He sat in the front seat of her and always liked to hold a basketball. When he was bored, he would perform a game of spinning the ball in front of her.
When she was at her most depressed, it was he who opened his arms to take her in; when she was most helpless, it was he who protected her tightly under his wings; when she collapsed and was about to collapse, it was he who gave her strength
's arms.
Many years have passed, and every time she sees news about him on TV or in newspapers, she always smiles and stops for a long time.
Then he said softly, Luo Xi, hello.
Luo Xi.
Wen Tong let out an inaudible sigh.
Ding Ding's cold was half healed. The next day, Lin Dong took him to the newsstand instead of going to school.
The small room at the newsstand was warm and clean, and he could stay there all day long with his comic book in his arms.
Wen Tong only took one day off and had a lot of things to deal with.
The first thing to resolve was the advertising contract yesterday. She had to find Beichen Xiao to sign it.
But his secretary said that he had not come for two days.
It seems that his cold is quite serious.
Wen Tong called him, and his voice was also mumbling, with a strong nasal tone, "You can send it to my house."
Are all current bosses working on a mobile basis? A cunning rabbit with three holes? A carrot with two holes?
Wen Tong had no choice but to put away the contract and take a taxi to his house.
She swore that she must have been to this place before. It was surrounded by mountains and rivers and could be called a paradise.
Speaking of paradise, she thought of Tao Yuanming's Peach Blossom Spring.
So I sat there, muttering quietly.
After Wen Tong got out of the car, every step she took towards the villa, the feeling of familiarity became stronger.
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Bage sets up an open plot here, that is, how Wen Tong and Luo Xi met.
Everyone can use their imagination and let their imagination run wild.
If your idea is adopted, Starling will win a prize!!