High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 2093 People sit at home, sickness comes from the sky

The corners of Song Yan's lips twitched, and he purposely flashed the needle of the dropper in front of Lin Zhaoxia's eyes, "You'd better shut up, or the sword will have no eyes..."

Lin Zhaoxia frowned in an instant.

She said: "How come you have learned to threaten people."

Song Yan was really tired: "Shut up, you have a fever and don't take a good rest."

Lin Zhaoxia snorted.

Yang Moyan went out to get her fruit just now, and only now came in.

"Feeling better?"

He asked Lin Zhaoxia, then looked at Song Yan, "Do you still need an injection?"

"Yeah, the medicine just now is only for reducing fever, and now she has inflammation in her body, just a needle will be fine."

Yang Moyan paused, looked at Lin Zhaoxia, and asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?"

According to Lin Zhaoxia's personality in the past, it was a system that was extremely afraid of pain, so of course she would shout fear at this time.

But at the beginning, even the bullet grazed the heart and suffered it. It seems that there is no point in shouting about such a small injury and pain.

"Hug me, I'm not afraid." Therefore, Lin Zhaoxia curled her lips and said to Young Master Yang like this. The twinkling eyes looked at him with sparkle.

Yang Moyan's heart has long been soft.

He walked over directly, put the fruit plate aside, sat aside and took Lin Zhaoxia into his arms.

Song Yan: "..."

Can not bear to look.

He finished the medicine with a face so numb that he put the medicine on, put an IV on the boy, and then put on a faceless face, packed up his things, turned around and left, and when the door was closed with a bang, the room was suddenly filled with chaos. It is quite now.

Then Lin Zhaoxia couldn't hold back, and laughed, "Song Yan was stimulated?"

Yang Moyan responded in a low voice: "Well, he's still single."

Lin Zhaoxia covered her eyes with her idle hand, and the arc of her lips was widening.

After the drip was on for half an hour, Yang Moyan sat on the bedside and hugged Lin Zhaoxia for half an hour.

The two were talking in unison.

But every time Yang Moyan looked up at the drip in his eye, and at the needle on the back of the young man's hand, he would frown heavily.

I remembered the sentence that Song Yan sent from my phone just now: Take good care of the one in your house, pay attention to rest, he is overworked, has a cold infection recently, and is allergic to dust, take good care of him.

Finally, Yang Moyan couldn't hold back his head against the young man's hair and said, "Is there anything else you're busy with recently?"

Lin Zhaoxia thought for a while: "No, it's quite leisurely."

She hasn't arranged much for Yun Luoli's recent work, and she wants her to be in the best condition to meet her first concert, which is also the first new challenge.

In addition, she does not have a heavy workload, but she often runs around Yun Luoli and the company.

The rest of the time she spends most of her time in Shengyuan or sitting at home.

Yang Moyan was silent for a while and said: "In the future, Jiang Yan will come to look for him again, and we will not participate in such activities."

"Why?" Lin Zhaoxia raised her head slightly. With her height, she could only see Young Master Yang's Adam's apple rolling slightly. She moved her head, changed the angle, and saw his chin again. This time she Without moving, he asked again: "Isn't it interesting to participate occasionally."

Yang Moyan sighed: "Song Yan said that you are overworked, have a cold, and are allergic to dust."

Lin Zhaoxia: "... What are you talking about? So sick? Me?"

However, the heart is a bit complicated: people sit at home, and the disease comes from the sky?
(End of this chapter)