Chapter 185: I get a fever every time I get wet

Chapter 185 Every time I get wet, I will have a fever
At this moment, she seemed to suddenly understand the reason why Shang Yu couldn't calm down when she saw her wounds.
He couldn't see that he was hurt, but she was the same.
Because I care about it, I don't want to see any damage on the opponent.
Even a fever can make people worry and nervous.
Li Qiao curled up his fingertips, his cheeks were slightly tightened, and then he lowered his smooth forehead, raised his eyebrows, "Take his temperature?"
Seeing her insistent, Shang Yu stood up, took her shoulders, and walked to the living room: "Okay."
A few minutes later, Li Qiao looked at the temperature display on the forehead gun, and indeed had a fever.
She handed the forehead gun to Shang Yu, with a pale expression: "38 degrees 2."
The man glanced casually, took the forehead thermometer and placed it on the coffee table.
Afterwards, the warm palms pinched Li Qiao's forearm, and gently pulled her to her side.
Shang Yu looked at her sad eyebrows and smiled on her lips: "Worried?"
Li Qiao touched the man with her shoulder, staring at him, and said to herself: "Lie down for a while, wait until the fever subsides before going to the company."
She was indeed a little worried. The rain was heavy last night, and after returning to the mansion, he didn't seem to drink the cup of tea.
At this time, Shang Yu was leaning against the sofa with her shoulders wrapped around her, with her arms folded over her forehead, Yu Guang looked at her lazily, and pondered for a few seconds: "Okay, listen to my girlfriend."
This name made Li Qiao's stagnant expression stunned for an instant, glanced at him hurriedly, and raised her mouth secretly when she turned her head.
Girlfriend... this title is not bad.
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The third floor bedroom.
This is the first time Li Qiao has entered Shang Yu's private realm.
Different from the noble and luxurious downstairs, the decoration style in his bedroom is full of black to the extreme dull depression.
Even if the floor-to-ceiling windows for viewing from three sides have excellent lighting conditions, they still can't warm the black gold style of the room.
His bedroom is large and empty, with not much furniture, a reclining chair, a workbench, and a large bed. It is simple and practical, but monotonous and lifeless.
Li Qiao glanced around, put warm water on the head of the bed, and lowered the automatic curtain, urging Shang Yu to lie down.
Under Li Qiao's gaze, the man unbuttoned the two collar buttons as he walked, sitting casually on the head of the bed, leaning back on the bed, and reminding him in a deep voice, "If you want to go out, remember to let Luo Yu accompany you."
Li Qiao walked to the door and paused for a while, looking back and meeting Shang Yu's gaze in the air, and raised her chin, "I shouldn't go out until my boyfriend's fever goes down."
After that, she smiled and left the room.
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At eleven o'clock in the morning, Shang Yu went downstairs from the bedroom, and his energy seemed much better after two hours of light sleep.
At this moment, Li Qiao was sitting in the living room chatting with Luo Yu. Hearing the footsteps, he followed the sound, "Is it better?"
With that, she picked up the forehead gun on the table, got up and walked towards the man.
Luo Yu calmly turned and left the living room, giving up the world to both of them.
At this time, Li Qiao stood in front of Shang Yu and looked at the test result of the forehead gun: 36.8 degrees.
She stretched her eyebrows and breathed a sigh of relief, "The fever is gone."
Shang Yu stared at her without an instant, twisting his fingertips at his side, and then folded his arms on her shoulders and folded back to the sofa to sit down, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you not been out?"
Li Qiao put the forehead thermometer into the medicine cabinet, shook her head, and turned to look at Shang Yu, "Master Yan, every time you get caught in the rain, you have a fever?"
She had just learned this news from Luo Yu's mouth.
(End of this chapter)