Quickly travel through the little ancestors: the pampering of the villain boss

Chapter 21 The rich brother spoils me too much (21)
Nan Zhi was very angry: "Why can't you think about it?"

Girls are fierce.

Shen Ci hugged his little quilt: "I don't have one."

"Then what are you doing climbing on the railing?"

"I like to sit on it...and watch the view."

Nan Zhi: "..."

Your hobbies are... quite special.

Shen Ci suddenly smelled the aroma of food.

The bottom of my heart seemed to be hit by something, very lightly, but slowly rippled.

"You...are you here to bring me food?"

Nan Zhi's voice gradually calmed down: "Well, I did it myself." So don't waste it.

"Were you worried about me just now?"

"En." Nan Zhi nodded very quickly without any hesitation.

"Sorry for worrying you."

"..."

It is good to know.

It just scares the hell out of me.

Nan Zhi had to make him realize the seriousness of the problem, so she put on a straight face and pretended to be fierce: "Don't do such dangerous things in the future, what if... you accidentally fall, or the quality of the fence is not good."

The girl stared at him with a pair of round almond eyes, the corners of her eyes were raised desperately, her cheeks were slightly swollen due to the force, and it was written all over her face, can you see that I am fierce.

The corners of Shen Ci's lips were slightly curved, seeing her like this, the originally a little depressed mood dissipated little by little.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

The young man laughed lowly, and ate happily under Nan Zhi's fierce eyes.
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The next day is the weekend and there is no class.

Nan Zhi got up early in the morning to wash up, went out for a run, and had breakfast again.

She was writing the test paper downstairs, and she didn't see Shen Ci coming downstairs after waiting for a long time, feeling something was wrong.

Nan Zhi recalled the plot in the novel, Shen Ci seemed to have suffered a serious illness during the holiday between Father Shen and Lin Meilian.

Get ill?

When you are sick, people are the weakest, the most vulnerable, and the most easily moved. We must seize the opportunity.

As the saying goes, take advantage of the void! !
She is so witty!
in the room.

When Shen Ci woke up in the morning, he felt groggy, his eyes were sore, his nose was blocked, and his throat was dry and itchy.

He blew the wind for a long time on the balcony last night.

In addition, he likes to turn on the air conditioner very low when he sleeps, and accidentally catches a cold.

Realizing that he might be sick, the young man stretched his arms towards the bed in a daze, trying to take a piece of medicine for himself. He was groping around with his fingers when he heard the sound of footsteps.

The soft sound of approaching outside the bedroom.

Realizing something, Shen Ci was taken aback for a moment, his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly retracted his hand, and put himself into the 'dying' posture just now.
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Nan Zhi walked outside Shen Ci's door, stretched out her hand and pushed open the half-hidden door.

In the dark bedroom, the curtains were half drawn, and a few ray of restless sunlight faintly shone in so that the room could be seen clearly. Shen Ci was lying half dead on the huge bed.

The boy's arms were resting weakly on his forehead, pressing down on his fine bangs.

Under the slender fingers, the clear and handsome face was flushed abnormally, sickly, I don't know if it was a fever.

A cold hand was placed on his forehead.

Shen Ci felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

This feeling was so strange... It was the first time in his life that he felt it, but he couldn't explain what it was like, but he cherished it anyway.

In fact, he was born prematurely. He was not in good health before the age of seven and often fell ill.

But Shen Yansheng is a very busy person. He is about 30 years old and is on the rise in his career. His mother is depressed after giving birth and lives in a nursing home.

In his memory, every time he got sick when he was a child, he was lying on a spacious bed in a huge villa, with personal doctors, servants, cold needles, instruments...

It seemed that no one used the palm of his hand to gently test the temperature of himself when he was sick, as if he had never felt the warmth.

Shen Ci's tightly closed eyes opened at an extremely slow speed.

(End of this chapter)