Monopolize My Mysterious Wife

"If you don't go down to eat, grandpa may come up to visit you in person."

Jian Luo raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, looking a little pale: "I don't want to have dinner."

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Jian Qing saw something was wrong with him, took a step forward, and the smile on her face faded.

"I have a cold." Jian Luo said weakly, a flash of embarrassment flashed deep in his eyes.

Jian Qing frowned and reached out to touch his forehead, feeling that he had a low fever.

"Why didn't you say you had a fever?"

"It's just a low fever, it's okay." Jian Luo said nonchalantly.

Jian Qing glared at him and said angrily: "Don't you know your own body? If you don't take medicine for a low fever, you will have to go to the hospital for a high fever later."

It's like this every time, why don't we learn a lesson?

Jian Luo lowered his head and listened to her lesson obediently.

"I'll get you some medicine and cover him with the quilt." Jian Qing pulled the quilt over him and covered him tightly before turning around and leaving.

"Sister, don't tell Grandpa and the others." Jian Luo stopped her and warned, "Don't tell Black Jack either."

Stinky Black Jack, he didn't want to see him at all for the time being.

"knew."

Jian Qing walked out without looking back. Jian Luo shuddered and secretly cursed Black Jack for the nth time.

After a while, Jian Qing came back with the medicine box.

After giving him a cold medicine and two pills, Jian Qing took the cup and sat down by the bed.

"Drink quickly."

Jian Luo reached out and took the cup. Before he drank, he smelled the bitter taste of the granules. He frowned and drank the pills and granules in one breath.

"I was fine at noon, but why did I catch a cold now? What did you do for two afternoons?" Jian Qing looked at him leisurely, glanced at the empty water glass, and asked with interest.

Hearing her words, Jian Luo choked and said quickly: "I didn't do anything. It probably rained this morning."

"Really?" Jian Qing looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing what he said.

"Could it be that you two overplayed and caught a cold, right?"

"Ahem!" Jian Luo's eyes widened. He was so frightened by her words that he choked on his own saliva and couldn't stop coughing.

As everyone knows, his reaction made Jian Qing confirm his guess.

"It seems I guessed it right. Let me guess again." She said with a deeper smile on her face, touching her chin.

Jian Luo felt thunder rolling above his head without saying anything shocking.

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

How about guessing so accurately and leaving him a way to survive?

What the hell.

Black Jack, if you dare to come back tonight, I will kill you.

Jian Qing raised the corner of her mouth and teased him: "Luoluo, why is your face so red? It's not okay for you to indulge Black Jack like this. You'll catch a cold just by looking at him."

"I'm hot, hot." Jian Luo emphasized, but he didn't know that it made him look like he didn't have three hundred taels of silver.

Jian Qing raised her eyebrows and followed his words: "Okay, hot, hot."

"..."

"Sister, I want to sleep." If she stayed any longer, he would want to find a hole to crawl in.

"Then you sleep for a while, and I'll have someone cook you some porridge. If you wake up later and you're hungry, I'll have someone bring it to you." Jian Qing stood up and said.

"Um."

Watching the door close, Jian Luo lay down again, pulled the quilt, turned over and went to sleep.

When Jian Qing came downstairs, she heard Mr. Jian's angry voice. When she heard the content, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Quan Jingwu, you bastard, don't you know how to respect your elders?"

Without thinking, she could guess that her grandfather probably lost the chess game to Xiao Jing.

As soon as he saw Jian Qing, Mr. Jian said accusingly: "Xiao Qing'er, this cold iceberg is not cute at all. If I had known, I wouldn't have lent him my household registration book."

"Grandpa, it seems a little late for you to regret it now." Jian Qing said with a smile.

Mr. Jian lowered his head helplessly. He is so confused. Why did he believe in the evil deeds of a brat like Quan Jingwu in the first place?

Suddenly remembering something, he looked up and looked behind her, but Jian Luo was nowhere to be seen: "Where's Luo Luo, why didn't she come down with you?"

"He is still sleeping. I asked the kitchen to get him some food. He will get up to eat later." Jian Qing said.

"Sleeping for so long?" Mr. Jian was surprised.

Jian Qing said: "We went to the pottery museum today, maybe we are tired."

Mr. Jian nodded, and then played chess with Quan Jingwu.

Jian Qing walked over and sat down next to Quan Jingwu, eating snacks and watching the battle.

As the night progressed, the street lights in the manor came on.

Mr. Jian had just gone upstairs to his room to rest when Black Jack came back, dusty and cold.

"Where's Jian Luo?" He walked in and glanced at the living room, looking for the familiar figure out of habit.

"Ask you." Jian Qing said meaningfully.

"Huh?" Black Jack looked at her, confused.

Jian Qing: "You'll find out when you go back to your room."

Black Jack was even more confused now and ran upstairs quickly.

"What's wrong with Jian Luo?" Quan Jingwu raised his hand and touched her head, asking curiously.

"I have a cold and a slight fever."

Quan Jingwu glanced upstairs, and then thought of the conversation between Jian Qing and Black Jack just now, a flash of realization flashed in his purple eyes.

He hurried back to the room, opened the door, and saw a person curled up on the bed.

Under the light, the face of the person on the bed looked a little pale. Black Jack's heart skipped a beat, and he opened his long legs and rushed to the bed in two or three steps.

"Luo Xiaobai, what's wrong with you?"

He sat on the edge of the bed, and his cold hands covered the side of Jian Luo's face. He was so cold that he woke up immediately.

"What are you doing? You're so cold."

He pushed his hand away sleepily, murmured, and then got into the bed, sucking in the warmth of the bed.

Black Jack's eyes darkened, and he dug the person out of the quilt with his big hands and took him into his arms. Suddenly, he was pulled out of the warm quilt, and Jian Luo was furious.

"Black Jack, get out of here."

If he does develop a high fever later, it will definitely be his fault.

Black Jack held down his hand and moved his other hand to cover his forehead. The slightly hot temperature made his face sink.

"Luo Xiaobai, you have a fever."

"Am I a fool? Tell me if I have a fever." Jian Luo broke away from his hand, pulled the quilt, and got in again.

"Why didn't you call me when you had a fever, idiot!" Black Jack looked at the person buried in the bed, feeling helpless and distressed.

It's all his fault, he didn't even notice that he had a cold or fever.

"It's all thanks to you that I can catch a cold." Jian Luo poked his head out from under the quilt, glared at him, and said conspiratorially.

"You go out for me, and you go to the guest room to sleep at night."

As he spoke, he grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Black Jack caught the pillow and looked at his slightly pale face. Thinking of Jian Qing's words, he immediately understood what Jian Qing's two sentences just meant.

There will be more later...