Chapter 184 Do You Have a Fever?

Chapter 184 Do You Have a Fever?

Li Qiao knew exactly what she should do, and just before she left, her relationship with Shang Yu made progress.

Perhaps, it's all God's will.

Shang Yu was silent for a few seconds, supported her shoulders to keep the distance between them, leaned over and picked up the ginger tea on the table and handed it to her, stroking the top of her head, with a gentle voice: "Since you have made up your mind, let's go .”

His girl is not a canary, the best graduate of Nanyang Medical University, she should not stop her mission for him.

Li Qiao held the ginger tea in her hand and drank it in small sips. The heat suffocated her smiling cheeks, and in the eyes of the man, it was pleasing to the eye.

The skin is like jade, and the beauty is deep into the bone.

Shang Yu's eyes were burning with fire, and the palm that was caressing the top of her head fell on her shoulder.

At this moment, Li Qiao felt the scorching gaze from her side. She licked the ginger tea from the corner of her mouth, and turned her eyes to see the handsome face of the man who was close at hand.

The breaths were entangled together, Li Qiao's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the next second... a black shadow fell, covering the light in her eyes.

Shang Yu cupped Li Qiao's cheek with one hand, bowed his head and grabbed her lips.

His kiss was very light, very shallow, not deep, just the rubbing of his lips was enough to make people's spirits flutter.

The taste of ginger tea smeared on each other's lips, very sweet and slightly warm.

After a shallow kiss, Shang Yu pecked at the corners of Li Qiao's absent-minded eyes, patted her shoulder coaxingly, and said in a hoarse voice, "After drinking the ginger tea, go to bed early."

Li Qiao breathed slightly, drank the remaining half cup of ginger tea, and fled the living room with red ears.

Back in the guest room, Li Qiao leaned against the door, feeling hot all over. Everything happened too fast, she couldn't react in time.

All he knew was that when he approached, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Li Qiao lowered her head and touched the corner of her lips, with a smile in her eyes, as if she still smelled of him.

In the living room, after Li Qiao returned to the room, Shang Yu stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the dark night with his hands behind his back, his eyes were deep and dark.

At this time, Liu Yun came slowly, stood behind the man, bowed his head and said: "Boss, he has been sent back to the dark hall, and his life is not in danger for the time being."

"En." Shang Yu responded, looking out the window without moving, "Take time to contact Academician Jiang Hande of Renhe Laboratory, and donate a batch of the latest gene sequencing medical equipment to them in the name of a charitable foundation for their research use."

Liu Yun nodded, "Yes, boss."

...

The next day, the sky cleared up, and after a night of showers, the air in Nanyang Mountain was fresh, with a refreshing fragrance of pine grass.

In the dining room, Li Qiao was sitting opposite Shang Yu, and the two were eating breakfast quietly.

The man cut the toast elegantly, looked up at Li Qiao, "When are you going to the lab?"

Li Qiao drank the milk, looked indifferently, and pondered for a few seconds: "Probably next week."

"Well, if you have any special needs in the lab, you can tell Liu Yun." Shang Yu put the toast to his lips and added.

Li Qiao smiled lightly and readily accepted.

After a while, Li Qiao was the first to put down the knife and fork, holding a milk cup, and looked at Shang Yu who was opposite.

The man was eating breakfast slowly, the cuffs of his flat shirt were rolled up to his forearm, and the light blue blood vessels could be clearly seen in the exposed texture.

Li Qiao watched for half a minute, then suddenly her eyes flashed, and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously.

The man's skin was originally a healthy wheat color, but at this moment, the corners of his eyes and cheeks were faintly rosy.

The more Li Qiao looked at it, the more suspicious she became. Her arms were resting on the edge of the table, her body leaned forward, and her eyes became more focused and burning.

Her eyes were too strong, and the next moment Shang Yu's deep eyes fell on Li Qiao, and his thin lips smiled: "What are you looking at?"

Li Qiao got up while shaking her head, walked to his side, leaned against the edge of the table and continued to stare at him.

Shang Yu put down his knife and fork, and met her eyes gently.

After a while, Li Qiao folded her arms around her chest and slowly leaned forward, and came to a conclusion: "Master Yan, do you have a fever?"

The moment she spoke, the back of Li Qiao's hand pressed against the man's forehead impartially.

She tested the temperature with the back of her hand, then touched her own, her brows furrowed slightly, "It's a little hot."

At this time, Shang Yu pulled her wrist from her forehead, and gently stroked her skin with her thumb, "It's okay, it won't affect you."

Even with his palm, the temperature was slightly higher.

Listening to Shang Yu's very indifferent tone, Li Qiao glanced at him, "Is there a thermometer at home?"

This man is cold-tempered and cold-tempered. He didn't expect to treat his body so lightly.