Chapter 85: Grandpa Rong has a fever

Chapter 85: Grandpa Rong has a fever

  Chapter 85 Rong Wuye Has a Fever

  The girl turned on the TV, and the latest economic news was being broadcast on the TV.

  The man's eyes softened. He went up and sat in front of the bed. Seeing that the girl didn't stop or refuse, he took another inch and got under the quilt.

  The bed is large and covered with the same quilt, but there is some distance between the two.

  The man was afraid that she would get sick, so he just looked at her, not daring to take a step forward.

"The famous entrepreneur Nan Tuo and his daughter Nan Zhu came to Xicheng. The Nanjia Orphanage in Xicheng extended a warm welcome to them. The Nanjia Orphanage was founded by Nan Tuo's brother Nan Zhixian 20 years ago. All over the country, we have helped countless orphans. Now brothers follow brotherhood and carry forward love and kindness..."

   Then came Nan Tuo's voice: "Our Nan's enterprise is based on the people and serves the people. We will work harder!"

   Then there was thunderous applause.

  Rong Wuye noticed that Nanhuang's fist was quietly clenched, and then slowly loosened.

  As soon as he sat up, Nanhuang looked sideways at him. "Why are you up? Are you hungry?"

  The man was taken aback.

  She was in a bad mood just now, but when she turned her eyes to look at him, she was 'pleasant'.

  His young lady is really... wonderful.

   Nanhuang probably didn't expect that his indifferent face would be considered pleasant by him.

   "Not hungry..." His throat was dry and sore, and his voice was hoarse and hoarse.

  He returned to the quilt and looked at her: "Don't... be unhappy."

   Nanhuang said: "What are you talking about? Nantuo has tarnished father's kindness and used it to create an image project for himself. It's really disgusting."

   Nanhuang got out of bed from the side, Fifth Master Rong seemed afraid that she would leave, and immediately asked: "Why are you going?"

  He looks sick and weak now, and looks very dependent on others.

   Nanhuang's heart softened a little. "I made clear porridge and brought it for you to drink."

   Nanhuang brought porridge, the man sat on the bed and ate the porridge slowly, the sweet porridge moistened his dry throat and stomach. The **** the side hit his forehead with a temperature gun.

  38.5 degrees. It hasn't come down yet.

   Nanhuang brought medicine and water, said: "There is medicine here, after eating the porridge, rest for a while before taking it."

  He hurriedly responded.

  While eating porridge, Fifth Master Rong looked at her carefully.

   Still angry? Should...not be angry, right?

"I'll be at home tomorrow morning, and I'm going to the medical association in the afternoon." Nanhuang explained, "The exam for the medical qualification certificate is two months away, which is too long. The medical association will have an entrance examination tomorrow, and passing the entrance examination is equivalent to Get the medical qualification certificate. I plan to go there tomorrow."

  Master Rong Wu nodded.

   After Master Rong finished his porridge, Nanhuang put the bowl back in the kitchen, went back to the room, and slept in the original position.

  She turned her back to him, and Fifth Master looked at her soft back contour, and his heart softened.

  After turning off the light, Rong Feng quickly fell asleep. Nanhuang opened her eyes, and she felt the chill from the person behind her.

   Cold syndrome.

   It was an inexplicable disease that neither she nor her master knew the solution to.

   Asleep Rong Feng turned into a big cicada chrysalis, he approached her unconsciously, stuck to her unconsciously, entangled her, and finally hugged her into his arms.

  After he hugged her into his arms, the chills on his body quickly dissipated.

  Nanhuang raised her head to look at his cold face, he was breathing evenly, unconscious.

   Sure enough, it was exactly the same as before.

   That is, he is much bigger and his body is too hard.

  After hugging Nanhuang, the man slept much more peacefully.

  A good night's sleep is more effective than any special medicine. When he woke up in the morning, Mr. Rong Wu felt much more comfortable.

  He opened his eyes and saw the person in his arms, his heart shook slightly, then he carefully released the person, put on his slippers, and went to the kitchen quietly.

Nanhuang leaned against the door frame and looked at the man in the kitchen. The man was on the phone, and Yang Bo's speechless voice was on the other end of the phone. The man turned on the hands-free, stood upright and said: "Your voice should be quieter. Next step How to do?"

  After Yang Bo finished speaking a few words, he said in disbelief, "Master, are you really cooking?"

"Ok."

   "Unbelievable!"

  After the man finished the things, he said to the other end of the phone: "Okay. I'm going to smoke a cigarette."

  Master Rong Wu picked up the plate and turned around, only to see Nanhuang who was quietly beside him.

   "Morning." He smiled at Nanhuang and carried the plate to the dining table.

   "The head is not burning?" Nanhuang asked.

  Master Rong raised his **** thin lips slightly, his voice was rough but very healthy: "My girlfriend is taking good care of her, she won't have a fever when she wakes up in the morning."

  Actually, after what happened last night, Fifth Master Rong secretly regretted it.

   You should freeze yourself harder. In this way, Nanhuang can take care of her for a few more days.

   Nanhuang nodded.

  His body is very good. It takes two months to put on a plaster cast for a fractured bone. The plaster cast on his hands had already been removed. It seems that the bone fracture is not a problem at all, just like a normal person. I have a high fever, and the fever is so severe that I will be fine after I sleep.

   "Aren't you going to smoke?" Nanhuang asked.

  Rong Wuye had a dark expression. "You get up, don't smoke."

   Nanhuang raised her eyebrows slightly. Smoking addiction should have a great impact on men, but Rong Feng is so ruthless to himself that he can control his smoking addiction freely.

  In retrospect, the number of times he smoked in front of himself is indeed very few.

   Nanhuang sat at the dining table and had breakfast with Master Rong Wu. Rong Feng cooked a rare meal, and the taste was very good.

  Rong Feng put all the hot pancakes in front of Nanhuang, picked up Nanhuang's mobile phone naturally, and then frowned.

  Nanhuang's phone was clean and there was nothing on it, and he didn't worry about being touched by him, and he didn't care about him.

   But it didn't take long for Nanhuang to notice that the man looked serious. Out of curiosity, she walked around behind him to see what he was doing.

   Looking again, it turned out to be playing Go.

  Rong Wuye used her mobile phone. There were not many apps in her mobile phone. He just clicked on Go and saw Mo Shatian's invitation to play chess.

  Moshatian...

  Of course he knew Mo Shatian. I just don't know if it's the real one or an impostor.

  He looked solemn, and after clicking agree, he faced the enemy head-on.

  After a few moves, Rong Feng was surprised.

  Mo Shatian, this aura is actually Mo Shatian himself.

  Why is he looking for Nanhuang to play chess? Coincidence or... deliberate?

  Men's seventh sense is usually very accurate, especially a man like Rong Wuye who worked hard in the mall. His senses are usually terribly accurate.

  His complexion suddenly turned cold, the lonely overlord, facing the small mobile phone display, had a murderous look.

  When Nanhuang saw the game board between her Huangtian account and Mo Shatian, she raised her eyebrows speechlessly.

   These two people actually match up?

   "He's very powerful." Nanhuang enjoined, "Be careful."

  Rong Fifth Master raised his eyebrows, and when he looked at Nanhuang, his face was full of arrogance and domineering that belonged to Fifth Master, "It's just him? How powerful is I?"

  (end of this chapter)