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Chapter 892 I think you should go back

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    He Yihan's stature is not short, but when Wen Wangzhou hugged her legs and hugged her in his arms, she seemed to be only a small ball, curled up in Wen Wangzhou's arms.

    With a light body, Wen Wangzhou can only feel a thin layer of flesh on her bones, no wonder when she usually wears a white shirt, it is empty, like a sack floating in the distance.

    Although he didn't come to the school not long ago, he knew where the school's infirmary was.

    Fortunately, he knew where the school's infirmary was, so he was able to quickly bring He Yihan to the infirmary on the other side of the school.

    On the way, all the students who saw the two were stunned.

    But when they passed each other, seeing He Yihan's flushed little face curled up in Wenwangzhou's arms, he understood.

    This was not a super bold move at school, but that He Yihan was ill, and Wen Wangzhou sent her to the infirmary at the school.

    But

    This picture still looks good.

    Really answered that sentence.

    These two, everyone really wants them to be together.

    When he came to the infirmary, the doctor didn't gossip so much. Seeing the flushed He Yihan, he quickly picked up the thermometer and lightly dripped it on his forehead.

    The thermometer shows.

    Thirty-nine degrees three.

    "This classmate, is it time for lunch? You can go and eat, just leave it to me here."

    The doctor said to Wen Wangzhou in a low voice while examining.

    Wen Wangzhou just wanted to turn around and leave, but he found that at some point, He Yihan was holding the hem of his clothes.

    He lowered his eyes, and when he wanted to free the corner of his clothes from He Yihan's hands, he saw He Yihan's fair fingers, slender and slender, holding the corner of his clothes with great strength.

    Can see her whitish fingertips, and blue blood vessels, faintly buried under her fair skin.

    He forgot a cold knowledge where he read it.

    When unconscious, such as sleeping or coma, people who like to hold something in their hands are extremely insecure.

    Does He Yihan feel insecure?

    She acted arrogantly all day long as if the world belonged to her.

    No one in the school dared to take care of her, not to mention the teacher, even the principal would softly ask her how her recent study life was when she met her on the playground.

    Obviously she has hardly ever studied.

    This is not a typical school bully, but he is also a school bully who is more unscrupulous than ordinary school bullies.

    Such a she, but when she was sick, clutched the corner of his clothes so hard.

    As if this was all she had left now.

    Wen Wangzhou didn't believe it in his heart, but felt that this cold knowledge was too cold and useless at all.

    He slightly stretched his body away, trying to use distance to remove the cloth from He Yihan's hands.

    However, when the cloth in the hand took a little strength, it seemed to be leaving.

    He Yihan frowned slightly, "Mom"

    She snorted, as if some little animal was acting coquettishly.

    The voice was so low that Wen Wangzhou subconsciously glanced at the doctor who was looking for cooling medicine in the medicine cabinet next to him.

    The doctor turned his back to the two of them, obviously not hearing.

    Wen Wangzhou looked down at He Yihan, watching her frown slightly but not loosen.

    Usually used to seeing her high-spirited and arrogant expression, Wen Wangzhou only felt that her expression was a bit glaring.

    He subconsciously stretched out his hand, caressed He Yihan's brow, trying to smooth the frown.

    However, when his fingertips just touched He Yihan's brow, He Yihan subconsciously felt a piece of ice cold, and couldn't help but reach out and grab the only piece of ice cold existence.

    It's like finding a cold spring in a hot desert.

    He Yihan panted lightly, like a sigh, tightly grasped Wen Wangzhou's hand, and pressed it to his face.

    As expected, her eyebrows were loosened, and her lips moved slightly twice.

    This time, even Wen Wangzhou didn't hear what she said, but judging from her mouth shape, she vaguely knew that she should call mom,

    His hand is actually not cold, don't hold her hot hand, you can only feel her palm is hot.

    Soft, warm, against the back of his hand.

    smellWang Zhou was quiet for a while, feeling that the air in the medical room was a little too quiet, subconsciously raised his eyes to look in the direction of the doctor, and saw that the doctor was looking at the two people "lovingly", felt his gaze, and silently  sighed with emotion.

    "It's nice to be young."

    Wen Wangzhou: I want to explain, but I don't know when to start.

    Even though He Yihan took antipyretics later, when the temperature didn't drop, she still held Wen Wangzhou's tightly by the hand.

    Wen Wangzhou simply moved a stool and sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

    He was idle and bored, with nothing at hand, and she was still holding his hand.

    His eyes subconsciously looked at the sleeping He Yihan.

    He Yihan slept peacefully, the blush on her face gradually subsided as the temperature went down, her face was pressed against the pillow on the hospital bed, very quiet.

    The slender eyelashes cast small shadows on her face, and her lips were abnormally red, as if she had put on makeup.

    Just when his eyes were still on He Yihan, from a distance, he heard Zuo Qizheng's voice coming from the corridor.

    "Brother Nong, don't worry, Sister Han will be fine!"

    Wen Wangzhou frowned, and exerted some strength, and now He Yihan didn't exert so much force, his hand was easily pulled away from He Yihan's.

    He Yihan's fingers slightly bent twice, as if he was looking for something, but in the end he found nothing, so he could only grab a corner of the pillow aggrievedly.

    Wen Wangzhou chuckled, raised his hand to tuck her in the quilt, got up and glanced at the drip on the other hand, to make sure that He Yihan didn't press the needle, and then slowly got up.

    When Zuo Qi was walking to the infirmary, they happened to stop at the door.

    I saw Zuo Qi standing behind, following the person in front.

    Wen Wangzhou raised his head and glanced at Hu Nong standing in front of him. He was vaguely impressed by this face, but not deeply.

    "The patient is resting, you guys, it's best not to disturb."

    The boy's voice was like snow on a high mountain, thick but cold.

    He didn't have much impression of Hu Nong, but Hu Nong had an impression of him.

    He Yihan mentioned Wen Wangzhou to him unintentionally, and Zuo Qizheng even mentioned this name in his ear almost every day.

    "I'm He Yihan's friend, so I won't disturb her."

    After Hu Nong said something, he wanted to go inside.

    However, the boy's straight arm stopped Hu Nong in an instant.

    "I think it's time for you to go back."

    [The author has something to say]

    He Yihan: Mom

    Wen Wangzhou:?  ?  ?  Happy to be a mother?  ?  ?  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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