Chapter 917 A Bit Hot

After that, Yang Lingyue did not leave the room. He was not being pretentious, but was really uncomfortable.

Liu Yifei held his hand, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Honey, take a nap, I'll accompany you."

Yang Lingyue said with a smile: "Do you want to try the feeling of the heating stick?"

"Hmm? Oh, you are annoying. You are not at peace when you are sick. You are not allowed to talk. Your throat is hoarse."

"It's okay. Didn't you listen to the doctor? It is important to keep a good mood. I am very happy to chat with you."

"Then drink some more water."

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"Xixi, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Yes, I don't want you to talk. Have a good sleep. You are not allowed to send me off today. We will go by ourselves today."

When she said this, Liu Yifei bit her lip. She already understood why her boyfriend didn't sleep yesterday. She remembered what she said yesterday. She didn't expect to bring such a big shock to her boyfriend.

Then she continued, "Well... you are not allowed to think about it. I love you. I said those things just to act like a spoiled child. Oh, anyway, you are not allowed to think about it."

The girlfriend was very sincere. Although she was still unwilling to say more, Yang Lingyue felt much more relieved.

She tightened her clenched hands: "Okay, I won't send you off. I won't think about it. I'm sorry."

Liu Yifei smiled: "Well, close your eyes quickly."

Yang Lingyue pulled the corner of his mouth. I don't know if it was the effect of the medicine or psychological factors, but he gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I looked at the time and it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Xixi and the others had just taken off for two hours and were already over the Pacific Ocean.

The quilt was very humid, caused by sweating.

Although I still felt a little weak, I didn't have a fever anymore, which was good news.

I saw a thermos cup at the bedside, took it, opened it, and it was slightly hot, just right for drinking.

After drinking a few sips, I felt better and my throat didn't hurt so much. I glanced at a piece of paper.

I took it and looked at it. Every stroke was very clear. The font was slightly slanted. It was written by Liu Yifei, who jokingly called it "the font below the third grade of elementary school."

"Dear, you snore when you sleep, which is very cute, so I took a lot of photos.

But you are so annoying when you are awake, and you are so worried. Mom kept asking me what I said to you. I dare not say anything to you in the future. I feel guilty!!!

Look, I am blaming you again. Are you thinking about it again? You annoying guy!

I love you more than you love me. Although it is not easy to compare, I unilaterally declare it.

I am annoyed that you are fickle. Who made you love someone else.

The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I decided that in the future, I will not only use the alcohol to I scold you when I am young and when I am in a bad mood. You want me to scold you for the rest of my life, because when I miss you, you are in someone else's arms.

Well, it's too late to get angry, my mother called me to leave, so I'll stop here.

Remember to write me a love letter like before, I will show my children how loving their parents are in the future.

Also, I secretly touched the heating stick, it was very hot, a little shy, hehe.

Love you, Xixi. (Lip print stamp)"

After reading this, Yang Lingyue quickly took the phone and dialed Liu Xiaoli's number, but did not dial it out.

It's better to let her see it, just as a way to promote feelings.

I think her venting, like my own illness at the moment, will be better after a while.

Dial Zeng Li's number again and dial it.

"Wife."

"Have you slept until now? Are you feeling better?"

"Hmm?"

"Aunt Liu called me and said you have a cold and fever..."

Yang Lingyue frowned and sighed.

"You're annoying, what are you saying? I mean well. Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, the fever is gone, my throat still hurts a little, but I'm fine overall."

"Yeah, I guess so, you're as strong as a bull. Husband, are you not going home today?"

"You didn't think of letting me go back."

"We're two pregnant women, what if we get infected? The H1N1 flu is raging recently. Besides, who's stopping you from going back? Lili and I are at home, and Nanshu's room is vacated for you two. You can come back after you take a break, and Bingbing will be there to serve you."

"Alas, Zeng Damei, you don't give your husband any face."

"Okay, let's stop chatting, and you should rest your throat."

"........"

The recent H1N1 flu is indeed raging. This month, the World Health Organization has raised the level of this flu to level 5, and next month it will be raised to the highest level 6, which has been intermittent for more than a year.

So it's not an exaggeration for Dr. Song to be fully armed after he came.

This is one of the reasons why Liu Xiaoli called Zeng Li after she was shocked, to reassure them and to consider the pregnant woman.

Then Yang Lingyue asked the kitchen to make something to eat.

Apparently the kitchen had prepared food for him during his cold, chicken soup, steamed sea bass, cold dishes with dandelions, stir-fried cauliflower, high protein and high fiber, clear soup, and of course Niuhuang Qingxin Pills.

Aunt Zhang said that it was all Liu Xiaoli's instructions, and said that she had to send a text message to tell her about Mr. Yang's physical condition every once in a while.

Aunt Zhang asked him if he would send it.

This bitch.

"Send it, but I'll leave later, please prepare the recipe and pills for me."

Aunt Zhang replied, "Okay, Mr. Yang."

After eating, he walked in the yard and basked in the sun, and felt much better.

After asking Lao Qi to bring the script materials, he didn't want to read them or do anything, so he just did nothing.

Yang Lingyue had a feeling, or a psychological suggestion, that was very mysterious.

That is, the immune system in the body was fully activated and optimized, and the white blood cells that were temporarily suppressed by the disease were now like brave warriors, quickly identifying and eliminating the invaded bacteria.

It seems that during the recovery period of illness, there will always be such a feeling, or illusion.

But he was still very thirsty, so for half an afternoon, Yang Lingyue watched Baozi's videos and Weibo, and almost kept drinking water and peeing.

The urine turned from yellow to light....

At 6 o'clock in the evening, Yang Lingyue left the Liu family villa and returned to Nanshu's room, and did not go to Beianhe Airport.

In the afternoon, Fan Bingbing called him, but didn't want him to answer the phone again. She also said that she could go directly to the Liu family villa, and smiled and said that she didn't mind at all.

But Yang Lingyue minded.

After arriving at Nan Shu's room, Fan Bingbing, who was wearing gorgeous makeup, saw her man lying on the bed reading a book, and couldn't help but say: "Oh, my man, your face is so pale."

Yang Lingyue glanced at her: "You are really heartless."

Fan Bingbing laughed: "Haha, okay, you can still scold me, which means you are really fine, but your throat is a little hoarse."

"Eat."

Yang Lingyue put down the book and looked at her carefully.

Seeing this, Fan Bingbing smiled sweetly and turned around, swinging her skirt.