"Hurry up and pick up Xu Lang." Fan Mengrou sat on the sofa and was in a daze for a while. Of course she didn't know that in just a short time, Xu Lang had already arrived first.
Fan Chen put down his pen and chuckled: "Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished my work here yet. How is he now? Has the fever gone?"
"The fever has gone away" Of course, she would not tell Fan Chen what happened between her and Xu Lang: "He is also very energetic, so you hurry up and pick him up."
"Really? That's good." Fan Chen felt relieved after hearing what she said. Naturally, he would not betray his brother: "Xiaorou, I'm really not done here yet. If I get off work, it will have to be around seven or eight in the evening. look¡¡"
"Why is it so late?" Fan Mengrou glanced at the time: "Forget it, I don't need you anymore, I'll see him off."
Xu Lang was indeed a little dumbfounded, because no matter what he said, Fan Mengrou always said three words-leave quickly.
That kiss gave Xu Lang a taste of sweetness, but that little bit of sweetness was not enough to fill his teeth.
¡° Moreover, he was sure that if he left today, Fan Mengrou would definitely not open the door for him in the future.
He can¡¯t go to Xia Xiaonian again, right?
"Xiaorou, isn't it okay that I was wrong?" All afternoon, he huddled on Fan Mengrou's bed, covering himself with a quilt, with his head exposed, his eyes blinking, and he looked serious in admitting his mistake: "Don't rush Let me go, I¡¯m still sick.¡±
"You should leave even more because you are sick. What should I do if you pass it on to me?" Fan Mengrou could not wait to lift his quilt: "If you don't get up, do you believe I will drag you out?"
Xu Lang chuckled: "Xiaorou, I, I was so hot just now that I took off all my clothes. Are you sure you want to see me naked?"
"You!" Fan Mengrou was so angry that he couldn't speak: "Rogue! Scoundrel! Why are you so shameless?"
"I feel bad." Xu Lang had no choice but to think of a way: "I have been sweating, and I feel so sleepy and have no energy at all. If you let me go now, how can I go? ?¡±
Fan Mengrou resisted the urge to strangle him: "You put your clothes on first, and I will support you and take you home, okay?"
"It's not ok." Xu Lang shook his head, with an innocent look on his face: "Xiaorou, I am a patient, you have pity on me."
"I think you're almost feeling better!" Thinking about the man's energy when he kissed her before, Fan Mengrou couldn't help but admit that he was a patient: "Are there any patients with such excessive energy as you?"
"I had just gotten over my fever at that time, and I was still confused." Xu Lang reached out and touched his forehead, "Oops, I seem to have a fever again."
"Don't bluff people." Fan Mengrou didn't believe it.
"Xiaorou, give me the thermometer." Xu Lang's tone was pitiful, like a puppy.
Fan Mengrou handed him the thermometer dubiously.
Xu Lang stretched out his arms from the quilt. Fan Mengrou took a look and almost exploded with anger - this man said he had taken off his clothes, but he really took them off!
Xu Lang chuckled and clamped the thermometer on, and quickly put his arms under the quilt - he also knew that this was a dangerous move in chess, which made Fan Mengrou anxious. This woman really dared to throw him out.
If you have to mess with it, you have to grasp the size. This is a good thing for Xu Lang.
Fan Mengrou took a deep breath and told herself not to argue with the patient, but just thinking about the kiss he just gave and the way he looked at her, Fan Mengrou felt uncomfortable in her heart - in fact, she also knew that she was not completely angry with Xu Lang. She was also angry with herself. There were various signs that she had changed her mind towards Xu Lang.
Even though she doesn¡¯t want to admit it, it¡¯s the truth. When Xu Lang kissed her, she felt a strange feeling in her heart.
Yes, it has never happened before.
"Xiaorou." Xu Lang called pitifully again.
Fan Mengrou glared at him fiercely: "What are you doing?"
"Okay." Xu Lang handed the thermometer to her: "Take a look."
At this sight, Fan Mengrou's heart skipped a beat - the fever started again, and it was now thirty-nine degrees.
"Hurry up and get dressed!" Fan Mengrou couldn't care about anything else. Her health was urgent now: "I have to go to the hospital, why did I have a fever again?" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com