It’s not right for Qiao Yibo to leave, nor is it right for staying.

Fortunately, someone knocked on the door and an old white-haired woman came in:

"Mr. Qiao, Xiaochi said, you are his uncle. Sorry, I was decocting medicine in the kitchen and couldn't treat you well. Otherwise, please sit in the living room for a while?"

Qiao Yibo suddenly felt relieved and immediately sat down in the office chair.

He straightened his back and a gentle smile on his face:

"Yes, I'm his uncle. We've seen it last time. That, if you're busy decorating medicine, I'll help you sit far away here for a while. Mainly... I'm a little worried about this child falling down. Look at my Chi Cheng, who is so careless about Xia Zhi, anyway, Professor Jing will arrive soon, and it won't take long."

"This, thank you. I'm really sorry, I have to look at the fire. I have to look at the time of decorating medicine in a gas stove, otherwise the medicine will not work well."

"It's okay, you're busy."

The old man rubbed his hands on his apron, but he still left in a hurry.

The room became very quiet, and the little girl's dreams on the bay window could be heard: "Woo... don't leave... dad, don't leave... dad..."

The sound was actually very light and astringent, as if someone was pinching his throat and holding it out.

But it's very anxious and sad.

Qiao Yibo sat upright in the chair and watched, but the curled figure was trembling and trembling.

Qiao Yibo couldn't help but slide the chair to see.

A teardrop fell from the girl's long eyelashes, flowing through her beautiful little nose, passing through her red cheeks, and disappeared suddenly.

Qiao Yibo was stunned.

My heart was tugged heavily.

He supported his long legs on the chair and kept it moving, keeping it close to one meter from the bay window, but leaned out and leaned into the little girl's ear and gently called out: "Hey, Xia..., wake up, wake up."

The little girl was unaware of it and was still immersed in her dream.

Although Qiao Yibo couldn't know what kind of dream this was, it definitely didn't look beautiful.

Tears gathered on her eyelashes again, hanging on them and shaking.

Qiao Yibo felt his heart trembling, and followed the tears.

He pressed his hand on his heart, took a deep breath, and then gently poked his hand out: "Hey, why are you crying, hey, wake up."

His fingers were always an inch away from the little girl, as if she could see them gently.

But the tears just swayed on the eyelashes, as if challenging Qiao Yibo's self-control.

Qiao Yibo straightened his lips, and finally stretched out his index finger and gently touched the eyelashes of Xia Zhe.

Xia Zhi's hand curled up in his chest suddenly stretched out, grabbed the finger, and said vaguely: "...Dad..."

Qiao Yibo was completely stationary.

He maintained such a strange posture that stretched his body like a poodle, and did not dare to move.

The little girl's palms are very hot, but the little girl's fingers are very soft, which makes his heart feel hot and soft.

He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.

The little girl was still sobbing gently, her face wrinkled, looking particularly aggrieved and sad.

Qiao Yibo closed his eyes, sighed heavily, and began to suck his fingers.

After thrusting, he finally pulled out his fingers when Professor Jing's voice was heard outside the door.

He hid that finger in his palm, leaned against Xia Zhi's ear, and whispered:

"Little girl, you called me dad, I will protect you from now on. If Chi Cheng dares to bully you, I will help you deal with him."

Then he stepped back from the chair, sat straight in front of Chi Cheng's desk, waiting for Jing Sangcheng to come in.

***

When I woke up from the summer solstice, the light was dim.

Xia Zhi raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and his arms weighed a thousand pounds.

A familiar voice came: "Zhizhi, are you awake?"

Xia Zhi was sleepy and Grandma Luo's face looked like a warm carnation in the light.

Xia Zhe smiled hard.

Luo He was very happy: "Oh, this time I've been much better. I woke up one day. You either don't have a fever, but the disease of getting confused when you have a fever is really anxious. Do you want to eat some porridge? Grandma brings it to you."

Xia Zhi wanted to speak, but she frowned because of sore throat. It took her a long time to say a word: "Shui."

"I'll go and pour you over for you, and I have to talk to Xiaochi. He has helped take care of you for a day."

Grandma Luo said, and walked out.

Soon, Chi Cheng came and put a glass of water in a straw and handed it to her: "Xia Zhi, are you okay?"

She took a big sip, and her throat was still sore: "Well. I heard you took care of me for a day, thank you."

"I'm so hoarse, stop talking, I'll give you a cell phone and you can type."

Chi Cheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair. The pity in his eyes made Xia Zhi feel sour.

"It doesn't matter, you have to talk a little." Seeing Chi Cheng take out his phone from his pocket, she couldn't help but ask, "Why are you there?"

"Well... you fell asleep, I'll put it away for you."

Xia Zhi put away his cell phone, but he was not very energetic and put it aside.

Chi Cheng lay beside the bed and said, "Don't you look?"

"No. What's the point."

Chi Cheng's eyes flashed and he said, "I didn't expect your cold to be so serious. I told your class teacher for you that you won't go back to take the unit test tomorrow."

Xia Zhi shook his head: "It's okay, I'll give myself a few injections later. Since I said I'm going to take the exam, I will definitely go back to take the exam."

"Don't be stubborn. Professor Jing has already pricked you. He also said that you must be under a lot of mental stress recently, otherwise you wouldn't have such a severe fever and you're still talking nonsense."

"What are I talking nonsense?"

"Don't you remember?"

"I don't remember."

Chi Cheng looked at Xia Zhi's yellow little face and dark circles and smiled: "It's nothing, nonsense is just vague and can't hear clearly, but it's whimpering, like a little beast."

Xia Zhi also raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "I just feel like I've been having nightmares and keep doing it. Ah, dreaming is so tiring!"

Grandma Luo brought in a bowl of porridge: "Zhizhi, let's drink some porridge?"

"Okay. By the way, I don't know at all why I got Professor Jing."

Xia Zhi tried hard to sit up, and Chi Cheng also helped set up the small bed table.

Luo He said with relief: "No, he had gone to the scenic spot to play. Xiaochi's uncle, the one we met in Shashi last time, asked him to pick up Professor Jing."

"Mr. Qiao looked so cold and alone, but he didn't expect that he was quite enthusiastic. He sat with Professor Jing until the temperature dropped. He didn't leave. Take it slowly, and I'll give you the medicine. I gave you the hard stuff before, and you have to drink it well this time."

Luo He left, and Xia Zhi's smile that had finally been supported on his face slowly stopped and looked at Chi Cheng.
Chapter completed!