13.
Zhuang Nan only had a slight fever, not as exaggerated as Lin Wen thought. The reason why he fainted in front of the door was because of nearly a month of high-intensity work, the workaholic Mr. Zhuang almost omitted sleep.
How can you do such a lifeless job
Lin Wen couldn't help but speak again, with a reproach in his voice: "Mr. Zhuang, no matter how busy you are at work, your health is the most important thing."
He always spoke softly and softly, even harshly, without being offended. Zhuang Nan felt like he had taken a bite of a marshmallow. It felt soft and sweet, and he couldn't stop smacking his tongue, and wanted to taste a few more bites.
So he smiled slightly and accepted Lin Wen's rebuke obediently.
Lin Wen found out the antipyretic medicine prepared at home, thought about it, turned around and went to the kitchen to cook porridge and put Zhuang Nan on his stomach.
The room was filled with a warm and beautiful fragrance. Zhuang Nan lay on the bed and almost fell asleep lazily. He turned over and suddenly realized that this was where Lin Wen usually slept. A feather scratched his heart. With a smile he didn't even notice, he called his boss to ask for leave.
The boss is his old friend for many years, and he was a little surprised when he received the call: "Are you still Zhuang Nan? Where is the Dharma Protector King Kong who insisted on coming to work last year with a broken leg in a car accident?"
"Stop talking nonsense." Zhuang Nan was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, "I have a work injury. I will rest at home for a few days before going back."
"Okay." The other party was just joking, and readily agreed, "Your team's project has been successfully completed, and you are free. When you come back, we will hold a celebration dinner."
Zhuang Nan answered perfunctorily, hung up the phone, rubbed his throbbing forehead, got out of bed gently, pushed open the door and walked out. The sweet aroma of boiled rice came from the kitchen. He walked over looking for his breath, and saw the young man guarding the stove, his expression was quiet and serious.
He raised his hand, accidentally knocked off the spoon, and hurriedly bent over to pick it up. The pajamas were not long, and when he leaned over, he showed his fair and thin waist, as if he could wrap it around with one hand.
Some dazzling.
Zhuang Nan was stabbed by something, and he almost let out a sigh of relief. His head seemed to be fixed in place by something. He stared straight at the young man with his back turned to him. His heart beat a few times, and a burst of blood rushed up. , urging and instigating him to do something that might not be good, or something that might be revenge.
Lin Wen didn't notice the person at the door of the kitchen, got up and rolled up his sleeves, washed the spoon, turned sideways, the contours were soft and smooth, and the chin line was surprisingly graceful.
After washing, he found Zhuang Nan, nervous and cramped, and smiled shyly: "Are you hungry? The porridge will be ready soon."
After a pause, he added: "You are sick, eat lightly."
Zhuang Nan nodded, his eyes were unfathomable, staring at Lin Wen's beautiful pink and white cheeks, his throat tightened slightly, and he wanted to ask a question.
Mr. Lin, do you know what it means to bring wolves into the house