Chapter 842: Hard to resist (4)

"Everyone is here, what day is it going to change?" The steward did not answer, but the answer came from the floor.
Tang Yan stood upstairs and looked down at her.
Sure enough, in her eyes, there was only confession. Even if he was ill, she would not ask more. Fortunately, he was not disappointed. Because, from beginning to end, I never expected it.
Your subconsciously stood up.
Tang Yan, wearing a dressing gown, walked downstairs. He was obviously very ill. On the glamorous face that had been moving in the past, he looked pale and not angry. It looks very weak, and this looks particularly distressing.
Distressed?
I was slightly frightened by the two words brushed in my mind.
"Don't stand, just sit." He was lazier than the sofa. He didn't have much strength to speak, and was hoarse.
Today seems to be really out of state, not even having to tease her every time I saw her in the past. Just passing by, she took the first seat on the sofa.
He took a few hints of fragrance and passed by her, and I could feel the hot heat on him. Obviously, he burned heavily.
That's all. Can I really make a statement?
I looked back at him. He was closing his eyes, leaning wearily on the sofa, occasionally coughing, his eyebrows tightened.
She looked up and glanced up.
There, it was the outlet of the cold wind. The position she had sat in before.
He became so ill and hadn't noticed yet.
I wanted to say, but didn't say. Sitting on the single sofa aside, drinking tea and taking two sips. Through the edge of the cup, he squinted at his look, and did not know if he was asleep, but never opened his eyes again, but just closed his pajamas.
Apparently cold.
I glanced at the steward beside him, and gave him a wink. The steward was very savvy. He had seen it early, but he just pretended not to understand.
I was helpless. Had to put down the tea cup and get up, walked to the butler, and whispered, "Is there a thin blanket at home?"
"That's what Miss Yun means. Yes, I'll get it for you."
The steward smiled and turned to get the blanket. I looked back at him and he still didn't wake up. She took her phone out of her pocket and glanced at the time. It had been so long that Officer Huang hadn't arrived.
Soon, the housekeeper brought the thin blanket over. He refused to answer, and signaled the housekeeper to send it with his eyes. The housekeeper was in a dilemma. "Ms. Xie, you don't know. The young master and the young master Tang have the same temperament, and they can't make a noise when they sleep. If I pass this way, he must be awake, woke up and lose his temper. "
Bian: "..."
Tang Yun's unpredictable temperament was indeed inaccurate.
The housekeeper handed her the blanket. "Miss Mi, you go."
"What if he loses his temper at me?"
"I can't make it." The steward laughed. "Even if you really lose your temper, knowing that you care about him, that's all you lose."
I took the blanket and held it in my hand. Then, it seemed that she could only respond to what the housekeeper said. She turned back and explained gently: "I didn't care about him."
The housekeeper smiled and said nothing.
I feel that I am really not caring about Tang Qi, even if I really care about it, it is just out of humanitarianism, and basically cares for a seriously ill person. Moreover, the patient had cared about her feet the other day.
Thinking of it that way, I felt relieved.
Holding the blanket, he walked over. Looking down at him, he gently covered the blanket over him. He didn't know if she hadn't fallen asleep or was awakened by her at this moment. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw her with a thin smile on his lips.
When there was no such attack, the smile was stunning and gentle, and for a moment he shook God. By the time he returned, Tang Yan had stretched his hands around her waist.
She woke up, "Tang Yan ..."
"Sit, don't move." He had a thick nasal voice in his voice. With a little force in the arm, she sat down with her arms around him. She wanted to get up subconsciously, his head tilted, and lazily pillowed her.
He was hot all over.
It's a bit exaggerated.
Breathing is also heavy.
Moreover, the tip of the nose was close to her neck.
Obviously sitting under the air conditioner, I felt that my body was about to sweat.
"You ... sleep on your pillow." I said, and stretched out my hand to pull the pillow next to me.
"You are softer than a pillow and you sleep more comfortably. Pillowing a pillow is not as good as pillowing you ..." He didn't open his eyes, his voice was lazy, his breath sprayed on her skin. I felt very itchy, the kind of itching that penetrated into my heart and made her uneasy.
She cuddled her pillow and looked down at him. He is simply God's favorite darling. The eyelashes hanging down are very long, and each of the features is born just right. Some enchanting, but still without losing the man's masculinity. Even if you are ill today, you have a morbid beauty.
I couldn't help thinking, this kind of man really didn't know what kind of woman he could manage.
Wen Xin? Wen Xin was so big and beautiful, standing next to him, her brilliance was actually taken away.
"Are your feet okay?" As she thought about it, his voice sounded again.
Suddenly he regained his consciousness, and only yelled.
Then silent.
After a while, he said lazily, "Really throw away the medicine I bought?"
"... Um." I looked away, looking straight ahead.
Actually not, it is still in the drawer.
Tang Yan snorted, and there was no more words. I felt that he should be unhappy. She was tense all over, looked at the time, and turned to look out the window.
"Sit with me for a while, are you so restless?"
She bit her lip for a while, then just returned a word to him, "... um."
Tang Yan looked colder, suddenly raised his head from her shoulder, leaned back, and leaned on the sofa. Then, he inadvertently raised his voice, "Let Jian Qing call Police Officer Huang. Tell him not to come forever within ten minutes."
These words were commanded to the housekeeper.
The steward took the word and turned out of the hall.
Now, in the whole hall, there are only two people: Xu and Tang. Although Tang Yan leaned there, the whole person became more and more groggy.
A minute later, frowning, did not hold back: "Tang Yan."
He didn't answer. She half-knelt on the sofa and nudged him, "Tang Yan, you wake up."
"Huh?" He didn't open his eyes and his voice was stuffy.
His hand went to his forehead, and he was startled. "How many degrees have you burned?"
"... Quick 40."
"... You have to go to the hospital like this." What other confession?
Tang Yan raised his eyelids hard, "Do you care about me?"