Tan Bengbeng: "..."
She doesn't know if he has a fever, she just feels that her brain is a little hot now.
The kind that wants to kill.
Tan Bengbeng glanced expressionlessly, unable to tell if it was the man who was acting, so he couldn't help but speak.
"You never said that you want to come to City H with me!"
Hearing this, Qi Yan stretched out his hand to support the tatami, bent one knee, and sat up.
"Well, didn't you say it? That's because I forgot to say it."
He looked sideways at Tan Bengbeng, who had an ugly face, and unexpectedly kissed her on the cheek.
Tan Bengbeng looked back at him.
A smile appeared in Qi Yan's bewitching pupils, "I just like to see how you hate me so much, and how you can't do anything about me, it's very interesting."
Tan Bengbeng: "..."
If she cut him up and threw him into the sea, wouldn't he find it interesting
Tan Bengbeng looked at Qi Yan who was laying down to bask in the sun again with an indifferent face. In his mind, he had a high fever and fainted the day before his departure.
That face, which looked particularly annoying on weekdays, was so pale that it was unbearable.
She couldn't find antipyretics, so she had to put ice water on him to cool him down.
The first thing he said when he woke up was not to thank her, but to ask her if she would like to have a couple bath together...
She just wanted to push him into the bathtub and drown him!
But after seeing him suffering from hot and cold in the bathtub, I couldn't help but go in and take care of him.
That night, he had a high fever of 40 degrees, which kept coming and going.
She didn't sleep for two days, plus she didn't eat for a whole day, and she was very physically exhausted. Seeing that he was in better condition, she pushed him downstairs in a wheelchair, and wanted to make some porridge for him.
He still has a fever, eating too much meat or indigestible food is not good for his body.
But before she walked into the kitchen, Qi Yan found the food on the table.
And it was recognized at a glance that it was not made by a cooking machine.
Qi Yan: "What did you cook?"
Tan Bengbeng still remembers the surprised expression on his face at that time, pointing at the cold dishes on the table, looking at her in surprise, laughing so hard that all the branches trembled, and he was particularly in need of a beating.
"For me?" he asked again.
Tan Bengbeng looked at his beating expression and didn't intend to answer.
I just want to ask him if he still wants to drink porridge, if he doesn't want to, he can find a quiet place to fend for himself.
She was afraid that if he couldn't control it for a while, he would really kill him to vent his anger!
But before she could ask, the man who just now looked like he was in need of a beating, suddenly pushed the wheelchair and walked to the dining table.
Pick up the chopsticks and pick up the dishes on the plate.
Tan Bengbeng subconsciously stopped him, "The food is already cold, and you will easily have diarrhea after eating it. Besides, you are running a fever and your spleen and stomach are very weak. It is not suitable to eat food that is not easy to digest. You can only drink porridge!"
After Tan Bengbeng finished speaking in a long list, Qi Yan had already finished the food he had put into his mouth and swallowed it.
Looking up at her, he asked the question again.
"For me?"
Tan Bengbeng's personality never likes to get entangled over a trivial matter. When he heard him ask the second time, he opened his mouth and said.
"I'm leaving in two days, so... take it as a thank you for your care this month."
This was Tan Bengbeng telling Qi Yan that the reason she made this meal was also telling herself.
In fact, she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to cook a meal for Qi Yan.
She obviously hates him, and doesn't care about his life or death.
Tan Bengbeng thought about this question for a long time but couldn't figure it out.