After passing through the book, he licked the cannon fodder and stopped following the plot.

When Cheng Yi woke up early the next morning, he was in a daze and didn't even know who he was.

The quilt was draped over his body, but he was still a little out of breath. He initially suspected it was a cold, so he lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed.

I was frightened by the flower petals all over the bed.

What's going on?

Not only on the bed, but also on the floor and all the way to the door, there were scattered petals all over the room. There were also two bottles of wine on the balcony table.

If you look closely, there is a pool of clear, unknown liquid under the table.

His clothes were scattered on the floor, as well as an open suitcase, piled up in a mess, and everything in the room was staggered.

It felt as if I had been robbed, being rummaged through by the robber, but the robber was me.

"Tong'er..." As soon as he opened his mouth to ask the system what was going on, Cheng Yi touched his unusually hoarse throat in disbelief.

"Are you awake?" The system got out from under another pillow and yawned humanely.

"What's going on?" Cheng Yi said, his throat hurting when he opened his mouth, still wanting to know what he did last night.

"It's nothing, it's just that you drank and clamored to go home, then packed your things, and the boss came to give you flowers. You grabbed the petals and called the boss a bitch 1283 times, and a scumbag 3121 times. I let you drink. Even if the water moistens your throat, you won’t drink it.”

The system explained with a dull face, fearing that Cheng Yi wouldn't believe that he had recorded a short video last night and just showed it to Cheng Yi now.

"I met Qin Chen again later?" Cheng Yi frowned in pain but still asked firmly.

"That's not true. The boss put the flowers at the door and left before you opened the door."

The system shook his head and dragged the remains of the flowers out from under the bed. The original beautiful bouquet now only had bare wrapping paper and flower branches.

Even the embellished green leaves were stripped bare by Cheng Yi, which can be said to be miserable.

Oh my God! what did I do……

Cheng Yi covered his head in pain and looked at his ruined clothes.

There was also an unsightly bed, and those who didn’t know thought something had happened here.

He bit his lip and found his mobile phone in the suitcase. He asked someone to clean up the room, and he took his clothes and hid in the bathroom to wash up.

Apart from anything else, sleeping on the flowers really gave him a faint fragrance. Cheng Yi grimaced and let the water wash over his head.

After the smell disappeared, his hands and feet were a little white from the soak. He wiped his hair and walked out. The room had a completely new look.

It didn't bother him at all, the servants at home were so efficient.

Even the dry flower branches were placed on the table because Cheng Yi was not sure whether he wanted them or not, and everything else had been restored to their original state.

Soiled clothes were also taken away for cleaning.

After looking at his phone, there were only a few messages sent to him by Qin Chen. He first asked him to come down for dinner, and then asked him to have a good rest without waiting for a reply.

He didn't have to go to work for the time being today, so he asked for leave for himself.

Cheng Yi lowered his eyes and could not see any emotion or anger, but since Qin Chen was not at home, he had no worries.

After changing clothes and going downstairs to look for medicine, I met Uncle Tian. When I learned that he had a cold, I immediately informed the doctor to come and see him.

After Cheng Yi tried his best to stop him and said it was really just a common cold, he gave up the idea and called instead.

After detailed questioning by the doctor, he came to the conclusion that the wind-cold had entered the body.

He only gave up after taking the medicine prescribed by the other party under Uncle Tian's supervision.

"Young Master Yi, go and rest first. I'll prepare nourishing meals for you later." Uncle Tian urged with a serious face, eager to reach out and help him.

A small cold made him think that he was terminally ill and would die soon.

But Cheng Yi was quite touched by such concern.

"Uncle Tian, ​​there's no need to prepare anything special. I have my breakfast bar in the kitchen. Just eat whatever you want."

Although he had no appetite, he was really hungry.

Last night I was drunk and slept without eating. Now my stomach is flat and the threads on my abdomen are more obvious.

He understood Uncle Tian's kindness, but he was really hungry. Cheng Yi wanted to swallow a cow now.

"No, those are not suitable for patients to eat. I will make arrangements soon. Master Yi, you go and rest first." Uncle Tian insisted and made honey water for Cheng Yi with his own hands.

It was stuffed into his hand, and the warm temperature warmed his hands. Cheng Yi's arms could not hold his thighs, and he finally touched his belly, but still could not refuse Uncle Tian's kindness.

In less than half an hour, Cheng Yi sat on the bed and watched Uncle Tian bring people in.

He was stopped just as he was about to get out of bed, and he watched helplessly as someone pushed in a bed table. The table with small wheels underneath was wider than the bed, and the height was at the waist and abdomen where he was sitting.

It was pushed smoothly in front of him, about eighty centimeters wide. Cheng Yi stared at the remaining people placing the things in their hands on the table.

Not wanting to take too much trouble, Cheng Yi's eyelids twitched when his chopsticks were put down and a bowl of soup was served.

Uncle Tian waved his hand, and those people turned and left.

"Master Yi, you have your meal first. If you have any questions, please call me directly and we won't disturb you." After saying that, Uncle Tian turned and left.

She even closed the door for him thoughtfully.

Cheng Yi: "..."

This was the first time I ate in bed so freely, it felt amazing.

Ever since he was a child, my grandfather had been extremely stubborn. He had to eat at the dining table, and he had to get up even if he was sick.

It's not that he doesn't love himself, it's just that the little old man is a bit stubborn, so much so that Cheng Yizhi has never eaten in the bedroom.

He had picked up this little habit unconsciously, and now he looked at the food on the table and raised his hands, not knowing how to eat it.

I feel like I can't eat.

Not to mention it was quite refreshing, the awkwardness immediately disappeared without a trace after Cheng Yi took a sip of the soup.

He threw his arms away and his eyes lit up. The food on the table disappeared into that sensual mouth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This soup is delicious~" Cheng Yi finally sipped the soup while holding it in his hands.

There are Sichuan clams, sea coconut and papaya in it. I don’t know how it is stewed.

Several seemingly unrelated things taste so good together, and my sore throat seems to be soothed by the soft soup.

Bring a little comfort.

"You eat more when you are sick than when you were not sick." The system smacked his lips, it was indeed delicious.

It felt better after the empathy was turned on.

"Nonsense, I'm too hungry." Cheng Yi looked at the clean food and blushed.

He must be too hungry because he didn't eat last night.

After eating, Cheng Yi felt very comfortable all over, and even his nasal congestion was much better. He got out of bed, moved his limbs, and called someone in to clean up everything.

The weather today was excellent. The warm sun was shining on people, making people sleepy. Cheng Yi set up a deck chair on the balcony and almost fell asleep with his eyes squinted.