Chapter 40 Spring Dreams surround Husha (6)

Most of Tang Qichen's weight was handed over to her.

From the waist he was holding, the heavy feeling began to spread along the meridians until his tight back, Wen Yining split in half, and the half that was close to him was sticky and hot, and the other half was also stirring wildly, making her heart jump wildly, and it was as fierce as a heavy hammer.

Wen Yining did not move anymore.

Tang Qichen hugged her for a while and then let go of her hand, moved a little step back, looked at the chicken soup she had just poured out, and said, "I'll do it myself."

He picked up the bowl and wanted to drink it all in one sip. Wen Yining blocked his hand, "Slow down."

Tang Qichen himself didn't react. When she reminded her, she frowned in discomfort.

Wen Yining didn't say anything, put a spoon in, "You're drinking so urgently, it's also a burden to your stomach.

Sit there and drink slowly.”

This is really a bad habit of Tang Qichen.

Over the years, I have been used in pieces, endless meetings and endless planes, and there is very little time left in between. Although there are many social gatherings, it is also a hard-working wine table culture.

Over time, Tang Qichen's appetite became tricky.

He is too picky about food and has a small appetite, so it is difficult to change. He swallows everything in a hurry and does things quickly, just like completing a task.

After all, after being single for a long time, there are some things I don’t care about.

Tang Qichen sat in the living room drinking soup. The small porcelain spoon occasionally touched the edge of the bowl, and the sound and the fragrance of the soup made him feel comfortable.

When Wen Yining came out of the kitchen again, he poured him a cup of warm water, "Do you need medicine?"

Tang Qichen said: "It's finished."

Wen Yining still remembers that last time he was here, the dosage that Dr. Chen prescribed for him was not small, and it took him until it took him to finish it.

She couldn't help frowning, "Have you ever checked it out?"

After drinking the chicken soup, the bowl and spoon were gently put back on the table. Tang Qichen wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said lukewarmly: "The stomach ulcer will not recur."

His attitude of not taking it seriously made Wen Yining become increasingly angry and said, "Then you won't be able to get better for a few days in a year."

Then the two fell into tacit silence.

As the silence prolonged, the atmosphere gradually changed.

Tang Qichen looked at her with enthusiasm, one sitting and the other standing, not close.

But he was able to lose his distance by his gaze.

Tang Qichen raised the corners of his mouth slightly and whispered: "Okay, I'll listen to what Niannian said."

Wen Yining's heart just tugged.

Tang Qichen pointed to the low cabinet on the right again, "There is medicine there, please help me see."

That said, it's really uncomfortable.

Wen Yining pulled the cabinet open and there were a few small bottles inside.

These are all matched by Lao Chen for Tang Qichen, mainly for anti-inflammatory and pain relief, and he will bring them with him when he is on a business trip just in case.

Three of the four bottles have been empty, and the other bottle has been eaten by most of them.

Wen Yining pulled the bottle to his palm, lowered it for a while, then put it back to its original place and closed the cabinet door.

She stood up, her voice tightened, and said, "Don't take medicine, you can sit down."

She walked to the bathroom, turned the water temperature to very hot, and reached into the hot one.

Tang Qichen's toiletries were neatly packed, and the misty blue towels were folded squarely. She raised her volume and asked, "Which piece of your face was washed?"

Tang Qichen in the living room: "White."

Wen Yining soaked the towel in hot water and soaked it for a while before twisting it into half dryness.

It was too hot, so I could only rub the tips of my nails bit by bit. The material was like this, and my hands were still hot red.

Wen Yining walked out and handed the towel to Tang Qichen, "If you don't feel bad, just apply it with a hot towel."

Tang Qichen looked at her.

"Don't always take medicine, you have dependencies. I see my mother often use this method."

Wen Yining covered the towel with both hands, afraid that the heat would dissipate the temperature. "My mother's stomach is not very good, but she is not as serious as you, and she is prone to vomiting.

She doesn't take medicine, but she will apply a hot towel to her stomach every time, and it will be cured in a while.

I don't know if it works for you, try it."

Tang Qichen's eyes fell on his carrot-like fingers and frowned immediately.

After taking the towel, I lifted the hem of the clothes and covered it directly on my stomach.

Tang Qichen is a person who is long and thin and vigorous, and he is also a pampered person who is a young man and has been well maintained among men.

Just the exposed skin, like white porcelain, was covered with no fat on the belly, and two very light arcs extended downwards, covering them by the belt.

Wen Yining looked away unnaturally, then picked the farthest position from him and sat.

Tang Qichen glanced at it, said nothing else, raised his head and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth gradually rising in his abdomen.

Wen Yining always paid attention to his expression, and couldn't tell whether he was getting better or not. He was still worried and said, "Oh, forget it, you should take medicine. How many pills of that medicine do you take?"

She took out the medicine from the low cabinet again, and Tang Qichen followed her. This hot towel was also scratching the itchy through the shoe, and the feeling of stomach aches was really uncomfortable.

When she took the medicine, Tang Qichen put the towel back in the distance. When she came out again, she saw Wen Yining squatting on the ground and carefully looking at the instructions.

"Two red pieces, two white meatballs, and one plate of capsules, which are eaten according to your weight."

Tang Qichen is familiar with the road.

"How heavy are you?"

Tang Qichen reported the number.

Wen Yining calculated and helped him divide the medicine and handed it over.

Tang Qichen swallowed it in warm water, then leaned against the back of the sofa and chair to ease.

Wen Yining was actually quite speechless, "Do your family care about you?"

"Um?"

"You are in such a bad health, won't they talk about you?"

Don't take care of you either?

And Ke Li, he, he."

Even if he doesn't want to, Wen Yining has seen Ke Li when he was socializing, and he is also a ruthless character. He looks glamorous, but there are many difficulties between cups and cups.

Especially when accompanying government officials, there is basically only a drink.

It's not easy.

Wen Yining looked at these medicine bottles and started to get along with him seriously, "Taking nine pills at a time will take twenty-seven pills three times a day.

Then you have to eat it in a year, you have to eat it..."

She got stuck and her reaction slowed down. Before she could figure it out, Tang Qichen replied indifferently: "810."

He looked at her with a smile, tilting his head slightly, lazy and comfortable.

Wen Yining was angry and said coldly: "You are quite awesome."

“Those who graduate from Tsinghua University are different.”

"Of course, after all, I graduated from Tsinghua University."

The two of them spoke in unison and said something indifferent.

Wen Yining and Tang Qichen just looked at each other with such tacit understanding.

One was stunned, the other was slightly dark in his eyes.

That was a memory from many years ago. She was in full bloom, pestering Tang Qichen like a domestic kitten. She was young and fresh, although she was ignorant, but she was still hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. She was very concerned about Tang Qichen.

It was also this scene. Tang Qichen had a stomach disease at home. Wen Yining had a cold war on his side for a few days, but finally couldn't help it. He went to visit him.

At that time, she also worked hard for living expenses, and was familiar with all kinds of part-time jobs, and even followed the team to start a micro-business business.

Later, Tang Qichen asked his cousin to pretend to be a passerby and bought more than a dozen items from her.

Wen Yining was unaware of it and also cooked a meal for him in this kitchen, and immediately jumped out and shared with him.

She smiled so well, and her whole body shone brightly.

Tang Qichen was reluctant to let go of his eyes and asked in cooperation: "Then how much money can you make?"

"Early forty-five one box, fifteen boxes are."

He said: "675."

Xiao Yining immediately smiled, "You're counting so fast!"
To be continued...