love you slowly

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He woke up a little late, and he was full of hostility at the moment.

Passing by Meng Annan reached out and slapped him on the shoulder, and the pen that had been spinning in a fancy way fell to the table with a snap. Meng Annan looked up at Lu Zhiyuan, and his frowning eyebrows relaxed a little.

Showing a mouthful of white teeth, Lu Zhiyuan smiled brighter than a flower at Meng Annan.

"Morning."

Meng Annan raised his eyes and glanced at the clock hanging on the blackboard, nodded and said, "Mm, morning."

Sitting down and taking a long breath, Lu Zhiyuan slumped on the chair for a while, touched his stomach, a little worried.I don't have time to eat breakfast today. I just hope I don't get a stomachache so quickly, at least until the end of get out of class.

Obviously, prayers from afar are useless.

The first session was Mr. Chen's Chinese class. At the beginning, he could sit upright and listen to the class. Later, he gradually felt that his stomach hurt slowly, and it tended to get worse.

After holding on for a while, he really couldn't hold it any longer, so he lay down on the table and hoped that maybe it wouldn't hurt so much when he fell asleep.

Meng Annan was taking notes in a book, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Lu Zhiyuan lying on the table with one hand on his stomach and the other under his forehead.

He felt something was wrong, and patted Lu Zhiyuan's shoulder, "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Zhiyuan slightly raised his head, revealed one eye, glanced at Meng Annan, and said weakly, "Stomach hurts."

Meng Annan was silent for a while, her eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.

After a while, Lu Zhiyuan asked softly in Lu Zhiyuan's ear: "Is it because you didn't eat breakfast?"

Lu Zhiyuan hummed angrily.

Meng Annan thought for a while and said, "Be patient first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

Teacher Chen noticed Meng Annan's movements, put down the book and asked, "Meng Annan, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Chen, Lu Zhiyuan has a severe stomachache."

After listening to Meng Annan's words, Teacher Chen stepped down from the podium, looked at Lu Zhiyuan's situation, and saw that he was already shaking with pain.

"This won't work, I have to go to the infirmary quickly." Teacher Chen said anxiously.

Meng Annan stood up and said, "Teacher, let me carry him."

Teacher Chen nodded, "Well, then you should carry him to the infirmary now, and come back and tell me when his condition is stable."

Meng Annan leaned down and said to Lu Zhiyuan: "I'll carry you to the infirmary now, can you get up?"

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, got up and lay on Meng Annan's back.

When they arrived at the infirmary, the doctor gave Lu Zhiyuan an infusion, which finally eased the situation.

"If you have stomach problems, you must eat regularly. You can't always be hungry and full, especially breakfast." The doctor urged while prescribing medicine. "Take these medicines on time, don't stop taking them if your stomach hurts."

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, "Thank you doctor."

Meng Annan put away the medicine for Lu Zhiyuan, and sat on the chair next to him.

"I'm going to buy you something to eat, what do you want to eat?"

Lu Zhiyuan thought for a while and said, "Anything is fine, as long as it's not deep-fried."

Meng Annan stood up, "Then I'll buy you a bowl of porridge."

"it is good."

About 10 minutes later, Meng Annan came back with a bowl of vegetable porridge and a bottle of hot milk.

He took out the porridge and handed it to Lu Zhiyuan, "Eat it while it's hot."

After Lu Zhiyuan took it, he realized that he only had one empty hand, and then he just stayed there for three seconds.

Seeing that he was holding a bowl without moving, Meng Annan asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Lu Zhiyuan said awkwardly: "I only have one hand."

It wasn't until he finished speaking that Meng Annan realized that he only had one hand free.

"Then I'll feed you?" Meng Annan took the bowl in his hand.

"Then... trouble."

The scene was embarrassing for a while, and Lu Zhiyuan felt that his thick skin for many years was completely vulnerable at this moment. Facing Meng Annan's very gentle and thoughtful delivery of spoonfuls of porridge, he... He blushed in disbelief.

Meng Annan stirred the porridge in the bowl, scooped up a spoonful, put it near his mouth and blew it before feeding it to Lu Zhiyuan.

He found that Lu Zhiyuan, who was usually noisy like a monkey, was extraordinarily quiet today, so he just sat there obediently and ate the porridge bit by bit.

Maybe it's because I feel too sick to my stomach today, Meng Annan thought to himself.

Lu Zhiyuan obediently finished the last mouthful of porridge, secretly heaving a sigh of relief.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Meng Annan asked Lu Zhiyuan after packing up the box, took out a bottle of hot milk, inserted it into a straw, and handed it to Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan took a sip of hot milk and felt the warmth in his stomach, so he shook his head and said, "It's much better."

Meng Annan took a hot water bottle from the doctor for Lu Zhiyuan, and put Lu Zhiyuan's infusion hand on it.

He stood up and moved the position of the infusion stand, bowed his head and said, "It might be more comfortable this way."

Although I have known Meng Annan not long ago, in all fairness, he is really not the person he usually shows to everyone. Although I don't know why Meng Annan chooses to hide his softness, Lu Zhiyuan is in this short contact. Meng Annan remembered it deeply in his heart.

Seeing that Lu Zhiyuan's situation had stabilized, Meng Annan planned to go back to the classroom to report the situation to Teacher Chen, "Then I'll go back to the classroom first."

Lu Zhiyuan nodded, "Well, you can go."

When Lu Zhiyuan returned to the classroom after the infusion, it happened to be the time for exercises between classes, and there was no one in the classroom.When he returned to his seat, he saw a bag of medicine on the table. It was just prescribed by the doctor in the infirmary. Meng Annan helped him bring it back.

Opening the medicine bag and looking through it, Lu Zhiyuan found a small note on the back of each box of medicine, on which was written the daily dose and frequency, written by Meng Annan, the handwriting was as crazy as ever.

Lu Zhiyuan smiled and put the bag into the table.Then he took out his math book, hoping to study a few more questions desperately. After all, the monthly exam will be in a week.

It's a pity that the sky is not as expected. The current situation is that the title knows him but he doesn't know the title.The situation is not optimistic, the situation is grim, and the world is not a good place.

He was biting the tip of the pen anxiously, staring at the math problem, and felt that if he bit harder, the pen would probably be wiped out by him as a teeth grinding stick.

Just as Lu Zhiyuan was having a hearty battle with the math problem, of course it was only one-sided.A bony hand withdrew the pen that had been in his mouth for a long time.

Lu Zhiyuan's pen was suddenly taken away, and he was biting hard.So he looked up angrily, and then saw Boss Meng twisting his pen in disgust, humiliating it with his extremely lethal eyes for a few seconds, and then silently put it back on Lu Zhiyuan's table.

"What's wrong with you? Didn't you have enough to eat just now?" Meng Annan asked as he walked back to his seat.

Lu Zhiyuan didn't care about the pen anymore, and slumped back on the chair, as if he had suffered a serious grievance, curled his mouth, looked at Meng Annan pitifully and said, "Boss, I was bullied."

Meng Annan's face darkened in an instant, and his body, which was originally relaxed on the back of the chair, sat up straight. He stared at Lu Zhiyuan and asked, "Who?"

Lu Zhiyuan immediately picked up the math book, pointed to the topics on it and said to Meng Annan: "It's them, they have been bullying me for half an hour!"

Meng Annan never thought that the bullying that Lu Zhiyuan was talking about was such a thing, he silently pressed his left hand to his right, he was afraid that his impulse would strangle Lu Zhiyuan to death.

"You deserve it." Meng Annan gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to hit someone, and said angrily.

Lu Zhiyuan grabbed Meng Annan's sleeve, made a face full of snot and tears, and wailed, "Boss, you can't just ignore death, the monthly exam is imminent, if my grades fall in all directions, Then I might die at the hands of my mother, my lord, then you won't have such a cute, handsome and flawless little brother like me!"

Meng Annan struggled to break off Lu Zhiyuan's fingers one by one, then looked down at a certain scoundrel who continued to stick them together, and finally gave up struggling.Looking up at the sky, he let out a long sigh, and said feebly, "Bring the book."

The author has something to say: Is it really good that Boss Meng spoils your wife so much⊙?⊙!