She thought he would do something, so she pulled the quilt to cover herself. She was really weak today. Fortunately, he stood up after putting her down and muttered: "Why is your house not popular at all?"
It was like this outside, even in the bedroom, and even a grown man like him felt cold looking at it.
Han Li's low-grade fever never went away. He fell asleep as soon as he lay down in bed and did not communicate with him.
He wanted to leave, but after walking a few steps, he turned back, reached out to touch her forehead, and then asked, "Where is the medicine?"
Han Li replied confusedly: "I just ate."
I just went out to drink water just to take medicine.
"How many days have you had the fever? Do you want to go to the hospital?" He asked again, his tone still firm and caring, and he probably felt awkward coming out of his mouth.
Han Li just wanted to beg him to stop talking and leave her room. She should have a good sleep and she should be fine when she wakes up in the morning.
"You go to the guest room to sleep." She issued another eviction order.
"Get up and take you to the hospital."
Zhao Tingxing felt that she was shaky in the corridor just now, so he reached out and carried her into the room. Now that he saw that she seemed to be more serious, he thought it would be better to go to the hospital to feel relieved.
This woman is just like the old lady, she only knows how to hold on and don't let anything go wrong again.
Han Li knew her own body. She was in good health. She had been running forward all these years and rarely caught a cold. This time, she suddenly relaxed and broke a string. Her body had a stress reaction and she was fine in two days.
alright.
She insisted not to go to the hospital and soon fell asleep. Seeing that Zhao Tingxing could not wake her up, he had no choice but to let her go.
He closed the door and didn't go to the guest room. Instead, he sat at the bar where she was just now. Behind the bar was a row of brown glass cabinets. He looked around and saw a cabinet full of wine, from top to bottom, at all prices.
have.
What kind of woman are these? A drunkard, aren’t they?
He sneered, then opened the cabinet and opened the most expensive bottle of wine on the top. He deliberately spoiled it because he drank a little at a party tonight and didn't really want to drink it now.
For a long time, the house was completely silent, and there was no sound from the door that needed to be closed in the distance. Then he got up and went to the guest room to sleep.
During these days, he was also mentally tense. Until today, when everything settled, he felt much more relaxed. He slept until dawn. When he woke up, he reacted and realized that he was at Han Li's house.
He got up and walked around to the living room outside. He could only vaguely hear the sound of cooking, but couldn't find where the kitchen was, so he followed the sound to find it.
This house is big. After walking two aisles, I saw a woman cooking in the kitchen in another space. She was not as weak as last night. She seemed to be much better after a good sleep.
In fact, Han Li got up early in the morning and put on light makeup to look better. She didn't want to look pale in front of him. Of course, a man like Zhao Tingxing wouldn't be able to tell that she had put on makeup.
She was making porridge and had no appetite. There was a pile of cold vegetables and two cut salted duck eggs that were dripping with oil on the table.
Needless to say, it must have been given by the old lady.
A sense of familiarity flashed through my heart, but also a little strange. Looking at her back while cooking, a vague and distant image flashed through my mind.
"When I get rich in the future, I will buy you a house. The house must have a big kitchen..."
The memory was so blurry that it seemed false, because he didn't think he would say such pretentious words.