Mr Qi, You Are Blocked

Chapter 432, what you said, don’t go

Qi Moye raised his hand without infusion and placed it on the girl's cheek. For her face, the temperature of the man's fingertips was very high.

Bai Chuxiao didn't move, looking at him, wanting to know his intentions.

After that, Qi Moye leaned over, and the distance between the two slowly narrowed.

They held their other hands together, and there was no Zhong Yi and Qi Ting in the room, and almost only the sound of each other's breathing remained in the room.

Seeing the magnifying handsome face, Bai Chuxiao held his breath unconsciously.

Gangster, this is...

The man's muffled voice came again, "You said, don't go..."

The distance shortened, Bai Chuxiao seemed to be frozen, motionless.

At this moment, the hand on her cheek dropped, Bai Chuxiao felt a heavy shoulder, and he leaned up.

Bai Chuxiao paused for dozens of seconds.

She was scared to death, and thought...!

Bai Chuxiao tilted his head to look at Qi Moye. He had been awake with a high fever for so long, which is probably the limit.

She tried not to touch his infusion hand, got up and let Qi Moye lie down.

As the infusion time became longer and longer, the temperature on Qi Moye's hands gradually faded, but instead became a little cold, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his frowning brows finally loosened a little, but his hands refused to let go.

Bai Chuxiao couldn't move freely, so he could only ask Zhong Yi to bring a semi-damp towel and wipe his sweat for him.

Bai Chuxiao sat on the chair next to the bed until the latter half of the night, when the infusion was completed, and the needle was removed.

...

Bai Chuxiao slept all night beside the bed.

She let him hold her hand all night, so Qi Moye relaxed a lot, and Bai Chuxiao took the opportunity to pull out her hand.

She reached out and touched the man's forehead, the fever subsided, but it was cold, and the temperature of her forehead was lower than the palm of her hand.

Bai Chuxiao left the bedroom lightly and went to the living room, exhaling deeply.

She has a sore shoulders and a sore neck. She stretched her waist and stretched her body.

Zhong Yi and Qi Ting also got up at this point.

"Goddess, how's the third brother?"

"The fever is gone." Bai Chuxiao responded.

She didn't remove her makeup last night, so it hurts the skin a lot. It's infrequent and there should be no problem.

Gululu--

There was a cry from my stomach.

Bai Chuxiao touched her stomach, and came over without eating last night, starving her to death!

Bai Chuxiao came to the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a bottle of milk.

Then, when she saw that there was a snack in it, she thought it was bought, and put it on the dining table together, ready for breakfast.

When Zhong Yi saw the snack, he quickly reminded, "Goddess, don't eat it, it should expire!"

"Expired?" Bai Chuxiao felt a little pity, and was about to throw it into the trash can.

"Didn't the third brother say to learn how to make dim sum? This was made for you by the third brother. As a result, you didn't come back that day and you were reluctant to let us eat it. For three days, you should not be able to eat it." Zhong Yi explained.

"Yes, Sanshu has been studying for a long time, and I wanted to surprise you that day." Qi Ting curled his lips.

Bai Chuxiao stopped and almost threw it into the trash can.

A hint of surprise flashed across her eyes. Before, she asked Qi Moye if she would make pastries or something.

He said no, but he can learn.

She thought it was a joke and didn't take it seriously.

Bai Chuxiao was silent for a long while, she looked at the snack in her hand, picked up a piece, and put it in her mouth.

Zhong Yi hurriedly persuaded, "Don't eat the goddess, lest you eat your stomach, if you want to eat, let the third brother make it for you later.

Bai Chuxiao tasted it carefully, she smiled and put another piece in her mouth, "The big guy is worthy of being a big guy. Everything is delicious."

(End of this chapter)