"Stop it, I think you're so stupid as to have a fever."

At this moment, there was no one except Yan Xiaye, Li Beicheng was too lazy to continue to pretend to be the image of a noble young man, and came out with a ruthless spirit, walked out on his own, and taught Yan Xiaye a lesson: "These things are all

For living people, take a step back and say, if grandma is still alive now, can she bear to see you fall ill for this high fever?"

"That's not what he said." Yan Xiaye was a little helpless, tired and hungry, and had no energy to lose his temper. He just shook his head like a rattle. His eyes were spinning in front of him, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't want to do it for

Anyone sees it, but I must be worthy of my conscience and let me go."

As she said that, she pressed her hand on Li Beicheng's shoulder with one hand, unable to take out the strength to push him, so she could only barely turn her body and try to roll out, and she said with action that she was unwilling.

If she succeeds, she will only end up falling to the ground.

He hugged Yan Xiaye, who almost succeeded, Li Beicheng gritted his teeth and stared at her for a moment, and had no choice but to put the stubborn little woman back on the chair, took off her coat and put it on her shoulder, and said coldly: "

I don’t know how to politely, I’ll buy you medicine when I’m waiting here.”

Yan Xiaye subconsciously wrapped the coat that still remained warm on his body, and raised his little face inexplicably: "You want to come back?"

"Why, unhappy?"

"Li Beicheng, it's too late to remember to be nice to me now." Yan Xiaye shook his head gently, his tone as thin as willow catkins in the wind, exuding an indescribable bleak aura: "I don't know how to do it."

Start again with you, never, so…”

Li Beicheng snorted coldly when he heard this, raised his eyebrows and did not take Yan Xiaye's words as words. He handed his hands in his pants pocket and turned around and left, leaving a rude and inhumane word: "You just don't believe me, okay

I have time to spend with you slowly, as long as you are more behaved, don’t make me angry.”

Yan Xiaye gave him a silent look. She was in a state of affairs and couldn't even drive him away by herself, so she just let him go.

More than ten minutes later, the god of Li Beicheng went back and forth from the old house without knowing it, and brought back a heavy box.

Yan Xiaye was staring at the red dots burning in the darkness, and when he heard him breaking in carelessly, he suddenly felt his head hurt even more.

Throwing the box in his hand on the seat beside Yan Xiaye, Li Beicheng looked around and disappeared again in a hurry. Judging from the direction of footsteps, he probably went to the second floor to get things.

Looking down at the box beside her with unknown content, Yan Xiaye didn't want to accept Li Beicheng's show of kindness, but she was thirsty and hungry at this moment. She could endure this hunger, but she was unbearable.

Although there are various mineral waters used to entertain guests more than ten meters away, in the current situation, it is quite difficult to get her out of that ten meters, and it is said that the distance water cannot save the near fire.

There was no way, she quietly looked back at the quiet door, opened the box, took out a bottle of mineral water from it, and drank it with her head.

The cool water droplets moistened her burning throat, and even her mind became a little more awake, and her disgust for Li Beicheng came to my heart again.

Taking advantage of this little bit of physical strength, she stood up and picked up the exact same bottle of mineral water plugged back into the box, closed the box lid and pretended that nothing had happened.

Not long after, Li Beicheng turned back with two very thick quilts on his back, and was choked by the musty smell on it and coughed repeatedly.

Yan Xiaye didn't move at all, and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. He saw a large pile of quilts stacked together blocking the man's sight. From a distance, he looked like a monster with his feet moving on his own.

There is a kind of weird cuteness.

And this inexplicable cuteness disappeared as Li Beicheng's unhappy curse disappeared. He kicked away a few chairs blocking his way, and he still couldn't help but bumped into something. He cursed angrily and angrily put the quilt in angrily.

Throwing it in the corner that I had seen before, he turned his head to Yan Xiaye with his eyebrows and ordered: "Come here!"

This domineering ghost young master's style may be very popular in front of other women, but Xia Ye is the one he doesn't eat the most, and immediately gave a very plain reaction - pretending not to hear it.

Her successive ignorance made Li Beicheng very angry. She kicked the quilt spread on the ground with disgust, barely packed up a corner where she could rest, and personally went to catch Yan Xiaye who was not violent and uncooperative.

Come over.

Falling on the soft quilt, Yan Xiaye admitted that it is much more comfortable than a hard chair, but she can't even think about it even if she thanks her.

Fortunately, Li Beicheng had never expected her, so he turned around and took the big box he brought, and threw it to Yan Xiaye with a bang, not caring about disturbing the peace of the deceased.

Yan Xiaye lay weakly on the quilt, very dissatisfied with Li Beicheng's actions, "Hey, this is a mourning hall, should you be more or less polite?"

"You mean I shouldn't have come, just fall ill here?"

Unconcerned, sarcastic Yan Xiaye's remarks, Li Beicheng knelt beside her on one knee, took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, searched for the things in the box, and sneered without raising his head: "You shouldn't be looking forward to it."

Come to see you with your uncle? It’s impossible. The person lying there is his real mother. Even if the rules passed down by Jiang Hai are so old, he will not violate filial piety for you."

"That's because Li Yuntang has his principles, and he is not as stingy as you."

Yan Xiaye couldn't hear Li Beicheng saying bad things, and he fought back without thinking: "Since I promised this, no matter what mistakes happened, I would be responsible to the end. I didn't think anyone would come to help me."

"Whatever you say, take the medicine first."

Perhaps it was late at night and people were quiet. Li Beicheng was rarely angry. He just stuffed a few pills into Yan Xia Ye's hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at the instructions on his hand seriously: "I can't figure out which kind of cold you have, in short, I'll take them all

Now, take a nap and see if the situation is not going well tomorrow morning, you can only be sent to the hospital to get a respirator."

“I won’t sleep.”

Knowing that most of the antipyretics contain sleeping pills, Yan Xiaye was so tired and sleepy that he forced to refuse: "I also have to be responsible for looking at the old lady's sandalwood..."

"It's so much nonsense. I'm OK, right?"

Li Beicheng unscrewed the mineral water, forced Yan Xiaye to sit up in the middle of the night, pulled her hand and picked out pills from her palm, and stuffed them into her mouth without any discussion, and then put the mineral water on her lips: "Eat."

Sleeping with medicine, think about it, although grandma and her are not related to me, they are closer to you no matter how much. If she knew that I was the one who renewed the incense for her, she would not have time to be happy and would definitely not blame you.

”

These are all fallacies...

Yan Xiaye couldn't resist Li Beicheng's meaning, and the pills in her mouth began to melt. She was so bitter that she had to take a big sip of water and another sip.

Finally swallowing the bitter taste of the tip of her tongue, she lay down again in cold sweat, and had no choice but to hand over the heavy responsibility to Li Beicheng, who was unreliable no matter how you look, "It's better, I'll sleep for a while, you

You only need to hold on for an hour and ask me to get up in an hour.”

Even if Li Beicheng is a scumbag, because the old lady treats him well, she can still hold on for an hour, right?

"Yeah, go to bed."

Li Beicheng responded indifferently, picked up his coat and put it on Yan Xiaye, pressed a layer of quilt to slightly isolate the mold from the quilt.

This carefulness made Yan Xiaye’s eyebrows pound. He always felt that Li Beicheng was abnormal and terrible, and things were abnormal and there must be monsters.

But no matter what, in front of the old woman's body, no matter how beastly he is, he will never do anything that is unpredictable.

In view of this, Yan Xiaye rarely relaxed his vigilance beside Li Beicheng and let his sleep come like a tide. It took almost three or four minutes to fall asleep.

"Yan Xia Ye?"

Li Beicheng tentatively called her name as he lowered his eyes and stared at her fair and flushed cheeks.

Yan Xiaye was unaware of it, his small nose wings slightly swelled, and he obviously fell asleep very well.

So Li Beicheng felt relieved, found a pack of cigarettes from the box and opened it, held one on his lips, and turned his head to look at Yan Xiaye before it was about to light it.

He himself didn't know what kind of emotions he was like at this glance. In short, he pinched the lighter and pondered for a moment, and finally he stuttered his tongue in anger. He pulled out the cigarette and crushed it in his palm, and threw it aside casually.

Since smoking is not good, I can only survive this period by browsing my phone.

He secretly laughed at himself as he really planned to follow Xia Ye's orders to watch the night watch. Li Beicheng was in a complicated mood and browsed his Weibo. He opened WeChat boredly and picked a few beautiful night creatures to send messages.

Not long after, his cell phone was vibrant or enthusiastic, and his phone became lively in an instant.

After picking a few beautiful girls who still have impressions, he replied a few words. Li Beicheng yawned, looked at Yan Xiaye who was sleeping coldly and unconsciously searching for the heat source, curled up and leaned against him.

This behavior of treating him as a warmer is completely different from the beauties who are very attentive on WeChat. But somehow, Li Beicheng suddenly lost the intention of flirting with those beauties. He was too lazy to refuse those erotic invitations and turned off his phone.

Yan Xiaye lay down beside him.

Looking up, the ceiling was dark and dark, making people feel depressed.

In this room of special significance, only moonlight is projected through the gaps in the curtains, and a small light can only illuminate about half a meter away from the coffin.

I can't imagine why Yan Xiaye was here alone for more than an hour. Li Beicheng reached out to hug the slightly shivering little woman beside him, realizing that she was burning very hard and her whole body was hot.
Chapter completed!