Chapter 16 My tone is fierce?

Chapter 16 My tone is fierce?

Gu Tingwan was unprepared and bumped into the muscles of Jin Boli's chest, and was pulled to stand between his legs.

His muscles were so strong that the tip of Gu Tingwan's nose felt sore and tears instantly filled her eyes.

When she reacted, Jin Boli's big hand hooked her waist forcefully, and restrained her with slight force, making it impossible for her to escape. At the same time, another hand covered her forehead.

The palms of her hands were a little cold, and Gu Tingwan couldn't help but shiver.

In a cold and heavy tone, "You have a fever, don't you know it?"

The sound fell on her ears, and Gu Tingwan couldn't help but flinch, a little confused, and moved in a daze, when someone grabbed her waist.

At a loss, she put her hand on his waist. The strong and tight touch could be felt through a layer of expensive fabric, and it was even a little bit painful.

Jin Boli's chin was suddenly raised, and Jin Boli looked down at her, frowning slightly, "Why are you crying."

The little girl looked really aggrieved.

The watery eyes were red, blinking pitifully, and looking at the person softly.

Like a bullied kitten, the tiny one in his arms seemed as weak and well-behaved as if it had no bones, which made people feel weak in their hearts.

He paused slightly, his eyes darkened, and after a few seconds of silence, he raised his hand and rubbed her head soothingly, then slowed down his tone and said, "My tone is very fierce?"

Gentle and gentle, with a hint of affection.

Gu Tingwan suddenly came to his senses and took a step back. This time he easily left the man's arms. His heart was beating fast and his long eyelashes were trembling.

"No, no, I hit my nose and it hurts a little."

As for the fever, she really didn't feel it. Maybe it was because she didn't dry her hair after washing and was exposed to the cold wind.

Jin Boli stood up, and his tall height instantly suppressed him. The cold white light was blocked behind him, and the shadow enveloped Gu Tingwan's entire body.

I don't know why, but I didn't feel the fever at first, but now I suddenly felt groggy, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my forehead. Gu Tingwan pursed her lips tightly, and her throat felt tight.

"Mr. Jin, I'm going back to the room first."

He didn't even eat, so he turned around and ran upstairs.

A bit like running away.

Jin Boli calmly lowered his eyes and whispered to the servant beside him: "Send some light vegetables and porridge, and call the doctor over."

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Gu Tingwan was lying on the bed, frightened for a thousand times, her mind was in a state of confusion, like a mush, and she couldn't figure it out.

Her head gradually began to hurt. She frowned and closed her eyes, turning over. She was sweating and had no strength.

Just want to sleep.

She clearly didn't feel anything just now, even if she was a little confused now, she had definitely found someone to take responsibility for her discomfort.

Jin Boli must have been frightened.

She huddled under the quilt and slept uneasily. She vaguely felt someone coming into the room, but she couldn't open her eyes.

There is a real sense of being trapped in a bizarre dream.

It was as if she was back in Beijing, nestled in her bed, and Xia Yan came to take care of her when she learned that she was sick. She stretched her hands out of the quilt, looking pitifully for someone to comfort her.

As a result, she really touched a hand that was filled with coolness. It felt as warm and gentle as white jade. A steady stream of coolness came through the touching skin of the two people, making her clenched uncontrollably.

Then he pulled her over, pressed it against his rosy face, and rubbed it affectionately.

Sighing comfortably.

A very low sound.

"I feel uncomfortable, my eyes hurt."

Acting coquettishly and feeling aggrieved, she read her name, "Xia Yan."

There was no light on in the bedroom, only a dim light came in from the small living room. Jin Boli looked down indifferently, his pupils seemed to be darker than the night, and filled with coldness.

The little girl didn't notice, she was fast asleep, and she acted coquettishly without even knowing whose hand she was holding.

She was alienated in front of him, wishing to stay far away from him. She was like Mr. Jin, who turned out to be weak and temperless in front of others.

The servant bent down and gently placed the fever-reducing patch on Gu Tingwan's forehead, then silently exited the room.

Finally finding something cooler than his hand, Gu Tingwan let go of it comfortably, and Jin Boli retracted his hand. The heat in his palm had not dissipated, and the softness of the little girl's cheek still remained, softer than feathers.

He put his hand on it again indifferently, unable to distinguish his emotions.

In my sleep, everything was quiet.

A sudden violent storm seemed to overturn everything, and violent waves came crashing in.

In fear, Gu Tingwan seemed to hear a voice, which fell indifferently on the shell of his ear.

"One is Liang Youjing and the other is named Xia."

Low and low, his tone was calm but clearly cold, "Who's next, huh?"

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In the dream, a huge and ferocious wolf rushed towards her with its maw open. Gu Tingwan was so frightened that she suddenly opened her eyes. The dazzling sunlight penetrated into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and her eyes were blurry. It took a long time to fully wake up.

It's daybreak, my head and eyes don't hurt anymore, and my fever has subsided.

There was a glass on the cabinet next to the bed. The water in it had bottomed out. The servant must have fed her medicine when she was confused.

Gu Tingwan sat up from the bed and lowered his head with a frown.

The touch of Xia Yan's hand in my dream last night was too real.

It made her wonder if it was a dream.

I originally wanted to ask who took care of her and thank her in person, but the flight was at nine o'clock and I was a little pressed for time. I didn't think of it until I got in the car.

Just next time.

Three hours later, we landed in Beijing.

Xia Yan drove to the airport to pick her up for dinner.

The most relaxing thing is to be with friends. After lunch, the two of them went to Xia Yan's rented home in northern Beijing. In the evening, Han Ruiran came over and bought a lot of vegetables. The young couple was cooking sweetly in the kitchen. Yan would come out from time to time to feed Gu Tingwan, who was lying on the sofa.

Calm and beautiful.

So Gu Tingwan took a picture of Zhang Xiayan and Han Ruiran's busy backs in the kitchen and posted it on WeChat Moments.

"I was also being served."

When Xia Yan saw it, she happily ran out and suggested: "How about we buy a house in the same community?"

"In the future you can come for dinner at any time, and we can meet often."

Gu Tingwan picked up a piece of orange and put it into her mouth: "Are you already thinking about buying a house?"

Han Ruiran walked up to Xia Yan with a spatula and a pink apron, and put his arm around her shoulders: "You have to buy it in the morning and in the evening. Pick it first. If you find something suitable, buy it."

"Have you decided to settle in Beijing?"

Neither of them are from Beijing.

"Think about it. After all, I have lived here for many years and I am familiar with it."

Xia Yan asked back: "You don't want to live here?"

Gu Tingwan shook his head: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Beijing and Beijing are good, but Shenzhen and Guangzhou are also very good. "Let's talk about it later, I'm not in a hurry."

On the other side, on the top floor of Shengjin in Central, Zhou Huai looked at this circle of friends and gently knocked on the door of the board of directors.

(End of chapter)