It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

It was cold in the night, Wen Ai stayed up all night and didn't say to add a piece of clothing to put on a blanket, and just sat so dry. When brushing his teeth in the morning, he noticed that his throat was a little itchy, and he didn't care. He coughed and finished it well.

The next two days were high-intensity mental activities, and Wen Ai was very engaged. After each exam, his face was flushed.

The last exam ended in the afternoon of the next day. The students rushed out of the exam room and went straight to the cafeteria. After taking the exam for an afternoon, they had to quickly find something to worship the five internal organs.

Wen Ai didn't feel hungry, he just felt dizzy and wanted to find a place to rest quietly. Going back to the classroom against the crowds, I wanted to lie down for a while and go to eat, but I just fell asleep and dreamed.

Wen Ai dreamed that he was eating popsicles, which was his favorite mango flavor. He licked happily, and shouted at the sky, threatening to eat another 50,000 sticks. God is very kind, and immediately rained a pop of ice, and the overwhelming pops of ice smashed down and buried him underneath.

He was trapped in a pile of popsicles, and the chill from the popsicles unceremoniously penetrated into his flesh and blood, wandering through his limbs. It feels like being locked in a refrigerator or on the floor of a freezing room.

Wen Ai was awakened by the cold.

The sky outside was completely dark, the classroom was full of seats, and the students bowed their heads to do their own things. Wen Ai took out his mobile phone, and the screen showed 19:10. It turned out that the evening self-study had already started for ten minutes.

Sitting upright, his head is still dizzy, worse than before sleep, waves of chill are surging in his body, and his nose is also a bit blocked. I tried my forehead with the back of my hand, and I really got a fever.

Wen Ai took a vain step to the water dispenser and took a cup of hot water to warm his hands. When he returned, he closed the rows of windows tightly. These few steps almost exhausted his strength, and his body was pulled straight down by the invisible iron block, almost falling down when sitting down.

Wen Ai asked for help from the system: "I can't do it anymore. Give me some special effects, such as'Cold Virus One-Key Cleanup'."

The system is embarrassed: "No special effects."

Wen Ai: "I want to cry."

In order to reflect its own value, the system deliberately went to Baidu, and came back and suggested: "Drink more boiled water."

Wen Ai: "...you should go play a game."

With heavy eyelids, Wen Ai curled up into a ball and quickly fell into a daze.

Sun Mengzhen finished his homework, turned his neck to relax his cervical spine, and suddenly found that his front desk lips were lying pale on the table, and his cheeks were still flushing abnormally. She hurriedly searched to see if she had taken any medicine, but turned her schoolbag upside down and found only a few dysmenorrhea spirits.

At this point in time, the school doctor had already watched TV with his wife and children on the sofa. There was no one to take the medicine at all. It is better to contact his family as soon as possible.

Sun Mengzhen walked to Wen Ai's seat and patted his back lightly: "Wake up, wake up soon. What is your parents' cell phone number? I'll call them to pick you up."

Wen Ai was already burnt and muttered: "Parents... abroad..."

Sun Mengzhen figured it out and figured it out, and then asked: "What about the butler? Do you have a stored number? I just took your phone and looked at it."

Wen Ai's mobile phone is very clean, there is no dirt in the crevices, and you can't feel the greasy feeling of grease in your hand. At first glance, it is often cleaned. Sun Meng really thought of his mobile phone that he didn't remember when he wiped it, and secretly spurned it, and then put Wen Ai's phone back.

There is a password in the screen lock, she can't solve it.

Thinking that Jiang Cheng and Wen Ai were cousins, Sun Mengzhen looked around in the classroom again, and unexpectedly did not find a figure. Just as she frowned and hesitated, a cold voice rang behind her.

"Step aside."

Sun Meng was really taken aback, shrank his shoulders and retreated to the side.

Xu Changzhou stepped forward to help Wenai pack his schoolbags. Sun Meng really understood. She was about to say that she was going to talk to the head teacher. However, he saw the half of the leave letter in Xu Changzhou's pocket. When he reached his throat, he swallowed it immediately.

Yes, she was just a fuss and thoughtful of everything she had just done. Everything was arranged long ago.

Wen Ai was seriously ill. He was already in a semi-comatose state. Xu Changzhou did not intend to wake him up. He took off his school uniform and coat, put him on his back, picked up the schoolbags of the two, and walked like flying. There was a hint of eagerness.

"Where are you going, classmate?" The taxi driver put on his watch, turned the steering wheel, and drove slowly onto the main road.

Xu Changzhou helped Wen Ai to sit upright while reporting the address of Wen Ai's home to the driver. A big family like the Zhao family has a private doctor on standby at any time. Compared to going to the hospital to queue up for registration, it's more than a star and a half faster.

The speed of the car gradually increased, and when turning a sharp bend, unconscious Wen Ai fell on his seat, as soft as dough mixed with water.

Xu Changzhou helped him up and moved to his side again, bringing his shoulders to his head so that he could lean against.

The driver looked at them in the rearview mirror, and his eyes stayed on Wen Ai with his eyes closed and blushing cheeks for a while.

The driver is an old driver who has been running for seven or eight years. There are many guests of all kinds, and he has seen a lot of various things. He looked at Wen Ai as if... was drugged.

He is indeed a pretty child, he seems to be young, and I am afraid that I will not be able to climb out of the quagmire for a lifetime.

The driver kept looking in the rearview mirror and slowed down, but did not turn around to the police station. He was hesitating whether he should be nosy.

Xu Changzhou noticed the frequent peeping of the driver and lifted the hood on Wen Ai's clothes to block his face, giving the driver a warning look.

The driver's body was chilled by the look in his eyes, and his brain circuit was immediately connected. The destination of these two people is the most famous villa area in the city, the gathering place of high-ranking officials, and even if he wants to manage this matter, he can't manage it.

The car accelerated again, and the driver stopped looking in the rearview mirror.

The heater in the car was turned on sufficiently. When he got out of the car, Xu Changzhou moved Wen Ai to the door of the car. Before he could turn around and carry him, Wen Ai was irritated by the cold wind coming in from outside. Muttering cold inside.

Wen Ai is not as boneless as before, pulling Xu Changzhou's clothes, and refuses to let go. The space at the door of the car was so small that Xu Changzhou could not play well, so he could only hug him out of the car in a princess hug.

The customer left, but the driver did not immediately drive away. He touched a cigarette and smoked it slowly. The beautiful child who was not awake just yelled cold several times, not like being drugged, but as if he was feverish.

Ha, his eyes looked too dirty, and unknowingly, they also became muddy.

The housekeeper of the Zhao family knew how to measure. He opened the door and saw Wen Ai curled up in Xu Changzhou's arms. There was no more to say. He immediately led Xu Changzhou to the young master's room and helped put the people on the bed.

The doctor quickly rushed over with the doctor's box, diagnosed that the fever was only caused by the common cold, skillfully inserted an intravenous needle into Wenyi, prescribed some medicine, and left a bunch of doctor's orders.

The housekeeper was about to send the doctor out. Seeing Xu Changzhou still sitting motionless by the bed, he euphemistically said: "Student Xu, where do you live? I asked the driver to send you back together. Thank you so much today."

Xu Changzhou stared at the person on the bed: "I will leave after his fever has gone."

In this case, the housekeeper is not easy to say anything. Student Xu should have a good relationship with his young master, otherwise he wouldn't be able to send people home, and he would take the initiative to stay and take care of him.

"Then I will trouble you. Just press the bell on the bedside when the drip is over." After speaking, the housekeeper and the doctor left the room together.

Wen Ai slept well, didn't move or talk in sleep, his nose should be blocked, his mouth was open and he was breathing, and his eyebrows were sickly and he looked fragile.

Xu Changzhou kept guarding by the bed, keeping an eye on the liquid level of the infusion bag, and fed Wen Ai several times in the middle. When the second bag also bottomed out, Xu Changzhou rang the bedside bell, and the housekeeper came in with a medical tray to pull out the needle for Wenyi. His movements were professional and he could see that he had been trained.

Wen Ai had been sweating just now, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to his forehead. Xu Changzhou gently pulled him away, kneeling on the bed with one leg, leaning over and touching his forehead, the temperature dropped a little, but it still had a low fever.

After the housekeeper cleaned up the remaining medical waste for the infusion, he looked up and saw the young master lying under someone else. A strange feeling flashed in his heart, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he could only take the garbage bag and go out.

Xu Changzhou frowned and opened the boxes of medicine left by the doctor. He took out the instructions and looked at it carefully. After confirming that the dosage the doctor had just ordered was OK, he got up and poured a cup of warm water. Xu Changzhou supported Wen Ai's back to help him up, and first gave him two sips of water to moisturize his throat. Unexpectedly, Wen Ai was like a seedling that had been thirsty for several days, holding a cup and drinking.

Wen Ai watered himself with joy, and suddenly his hands were empty and the cup was gone. He instinctively stretched his hand forward, his fingertips swept across the smooth body of the cup, but when he went to grab it, he only caught the air in one hand.

Was snatched away.

"Woo..." Wen Ai was aggrieved, with a small mouth curled, as pitiful as someone squashed a seedling leaf.

Xu Changzhou held the pill to his lips, and said helplessly, "Drink later, take the medicine first."

Wen Ai couldn't tell who was talking, sticking out his tongue, and obediently rolled a few dry **** into his mouth.

The palm was licked by the slippery soft object, and a strange itchy sensation went from the palm of Xu Changzhou's palm to the heart, and his eyes darkened.

With the effects of oral medicine and infusion, Wen Ai quickly developed a second wave of sweat, which was much more thorough than the first wave. It was so hot that he stretched his arms and legs out of the quilt.

Xu Changzhou stuffed it back for him. He changed the direction and stretched out again. Xu Changzhou had no choice but to sit on the bed and wrap the person in a quilt into a fat cocoon. Wen Ai fumbled inside and couldn't find an exit, and slowly became honest.