Feng Jiuci cleared his throat and tried to make amends, "You don't have to be so pessimistic. In fact, there are still many good men, such as me..."
An Qi looked over immediately.
"You?" An Qi's mouth twitched, "Brother Ninth, can we have a clear understanding of ourselves? You are a good person, there is nothing wrong with that, and you are very competent as a friend, but a good man... forget it Well. The most notable characteristic of a good man is responsibility, which is exactly the quality you most lack."
"..."
Feng Jiuci's heart was pricked into a hornet's nest.
He regrets it.
Why did you date someone online in front of An Qi in the first place?
alright.
It left her with an image of an irresponsible scumbag, and she can't change it now even if she wants to.
"You girl, why are you answering so quickly? I haven't finished what I just said. There are many good men, such as my brother! My brother is so kind to Jiang Jiang. He responds to everything and takes the initiative for her. He refuses all ambiguities. He used to be a workaholic, but now as long as there is no important work, he will run home as soon as he gets off work. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that he talks about love in this way."
An Qi nodded heavily and agreed, "Mr. Feng is indeed a good man."
Feng Jiuci's eyes flashed slightly.
He said in a soft voice, "Actually, the men in our family are not bad. I have rich experience in love, but this does not mean that I am a scumbag. How can you know if the other person is true love if you don't try? If you find it is not suitable, break up immediately. This is also a responsible performance."
"..."
An Qi hugged a pillow and smiled, "You are the one who makes Huaxin so fresh and refined."
Feng Jiuci wanted to die.
He had to save his image in front of An Qi, otherwise he would never expect An Qi to have romantic feelings for him in his life. Feng Jiuci turned his body sideways and communicated face to face with An Qi.
"An Qi, what you said is wrong. I admit that I have been in many relationships before, but I have been sincere in every relationship, and I have never been in two different situations. I don't think I'm a playboy. .”
An Qi thought about it carefully and nodded, "Well, it really doesn't count."
Feng Jiuci was surprised.
He tugged on his clothes and was about to say something when he heard An Qi continue to say, "Your enthusiasm is exhausted too quickly. Being your girlfriend will be miserable. What if you meet someone who is slow to warm up? They just started to like you, and you have already ended it unilaterally."
"..."
He has actually encountered this kind of situation.
But he couldn't say.
"Actually, to be serious, I still haven't met my true love." Feng Jiuci glanced at her secretly and said softly, "If I meet true love one day, I will definitely do what my brother did to Jiang Jiang. , be good to that girl."
"Um!"
An Qi didn't realize what Feng Jiuci was thinking. She slapped Feng Jiuci hard on the shoulder, "Then you have to hurry up. You are already twenty-eight. Even if you meet true love now, it will take another two years to get married. , that’s thirty years old. The older a person gets, the more rational they become, the easier it is to weigh the pros and cons in relationships, and the less easy it is to be sincere. So, come on, Sao Nian!"
"..."
My heart is so tired.
He had already hinted at her like this, and any of his previous girlfriends would have already guessed what he meant.
An Xiaoqi didn't even notice.
Why is this girl so emotionally slow?
well.
no way.
Whoever makes him like her.
What can be done?
Pamper me.
…
An Qi had doubted whether Feng Jiuci liked her before.
Otherwise, why would he be so kind to her?
But since she discovered Feng Jiuci's "special hobby", she completely gave up this idea.
She thinks so.
Feng Jiuci helped her, firstly because of Sister Jiang's face, and secondly because he thought she was pitiful, so he helped her out of sympathy for her. After helping her, the two of them came into contact and found that they didn't hate each other, so they
They became friends again.
That's all.
"Hey, why is it so cold in your room?"
"You should wear less clothes."
Feng Jiuci wrapped himself in clothes, but still felt cold. He snatched the pillow from An Qi's hand and held it in his arms, "Did you open the window?"
"No."
"Then why is it so cold? I feel like the cold wind is drilling into my body along the pores."
Not long after dinner.
She still felt a little hot at the moment.
An Qi looked up at Feng Jiuci.
Under the light.
His cheeks seemed to be flushed abnormally, and he huddled on the sofa, his whole body seemed to be trembling.
An Qi was startled.
She reached out and touched Feng Jiuci's forehead.
So hot.
"Feng Jiuci, you have a fever."
"Ah?" Feng Jiuci was a little confused. He stretched out his hand and wiped his forehead, "It's not hot."
"Nonsense, can a fever cause localized heat? Your whole body must be hot. Your hands are hot, and your forehead is also hot. A negative is a plus, and of course you can't feel it. Wait a minute, I'll get the thermometer.
Let me measure you."
"oh."
Feng Jiuci sat on the sofa obediently.
An Qi quickly found the thermometer. She opened the lid, took out the thermometer, shook it hard, and shook off the mercury. "Okay, measure it yourself."
Feng Jiuci leaned on the sofa and groaned, "I don't have the strength... help me."
"..."
Feng Jiuci wore a black turtleneck sweater and a beige coat today. He is tall and has a very well-proportioned figure. He looks like a male protagonist from an idol drama.
but……
Turtleneck sweater.
How could she take his temperature?
Should you pull off his collar or lift up the hem of his sweater?
It doesn't seem appropriate.
"Feng Jiuci..."
"An Xiaoqi, you have to be a little conscientious. Think about it for yourself. When you saved Jiang Jiang in the hospital and his shoulder was injured and it was difficult to move, was it me who took care of you the whole time? Now it's my turn to feel unwell. How can you
You can’t just let it go.”
"..."
An Qi swallowed her rejection silently, "No matter what! I don't care!"
"Hurry up."
An Qi helped him take off his coat, then reached out and opened the collar of his sweater.
"Hmm..." Feng Jiuci closed his eyes and groaned, "An Xiaoqi, if you act like this, I will be strangled to death by you before you can even take your temperature."
"What should we do?"
Without opening his eyes, Feng Jiuci pointed to the hem of the sweater and said, "Put it through here."
Doesn't that mean you have to take off your clothes?
An Qi hesitated.
"Hiss... It's so cold. My limbs are weak and my body is weak... I'm not going to die."
"..."
An Qi gritted her teeth and lifted up his sweater.
Just as she guessed.
There was nothing under his sweater. When the hem of the sweater was lifted up, his abdominal muscles were exposed. An Qi blushed and looked away, "Why aren't you wearing autumn clothes?"
"I never wear autumn clothes and long trousers. This is my last stubbornness as a southern man."