Chapter 103: I'm already 32 years old, I can do anything, don't you want to consider it?

  The next day, in the morning.

  I was sick with a cold, last night I accompanied Officer Shao Yan in the Sky Garden and caught a chill. This morning when I got up, my head was dizzy and my cold had gotten worse. Luckily today is Saturday, so I don't have to go back to the company for work, otherwise she would only be able to continue taking sick leave.

  9:00

  Yanzi packed a few clothes and was going home for two days. Her father's 50th birthday, the family set up several tables of wine to celebrate.

  Ning Qing originally wanted to go, she was taken care of by Yanzi's parents when she was in school and often went to Yanzi's family restaurant to eat and drink for free. But today she is ill and not suitable to attend Yanzi's father's birthday banquet, besides, it takes a two-hour drive, she doesn't know if her body can hold up.

  "Never mind, I see you're in this state, it's better if you don't go back with me." Yanzu poured a cup of hot water for Nianqing and handed her the cold medicine.

  Ning Qing nodded and took over, "Gulu——" swallowed the medicine with water: "The gift money, count it as mine."

  "Okay, I'll go and tell my dad." Yanzai looked at the time, reminded Nianqing a few words, and was about to leave.

  Qing hastily put down the water cup, got up to see Yang out of the door, and watched as she clattered downstairs in her high heels before closing the door.

  Headache.

  She pressed her fingers against the door frame, curled up her white fingers, and gently rubbed her temples, but still couldn't relieve herself. Her nose was still stuffy, her throat hurt, and her voice was hoarse when she spoke.

  The whole person feels very uncomfortable.

  Nian Qing went into the kitchen, made a cup of Banlangen, and drank it while checking the time - 9:20.

  She just took two cold medicines on an empty stomach, and before taking a headache medicine, she must eat something.

  After thinking for a moment, she opened the refrigerator and found that there was rice, meat, and vegetables inside, enough for her to eat for two days.

  But now she has no energy, doesn't want to cook, and even less has the strength to make porridge. In the end, she took a chicken-flavored cup noodle from upstairs, boiled some water, and soaked it in to eat.

  City office workers, most of them just drag on and on, and the illness will be gone.

  The instant noodles have been cooked.

  Nian Qing took it out and sat on the sofa in the living room to eat. Incidentally, she turned on the TV to distract herself.

  The phone on the tea table rang twice. It was a text message from Yanzi, saying that she had bought a set of health products for her father.

  Ning Qing picked up her phone and replied with a short message, saying yes.

  She was very generous to Yanzi and his parents, much more so than to people from Nian's family.

  Put down your phone.

  The noodles in her mouth were bland and tasteless, the cup noodles she usually loved to eat now couldn't be swallowed. She forced down two mouthfuls, feeling that there was something in her stomach, so she could take the medicine.

  Just got up and was about to go into the kitchen to fetch water when - the phone rang again.

  Ning Qing glanced over and furrowed her brow.

  It's Gu Qingheng calling.

  Put down the water cup, sat back on the sofa, didn't answer, and directly ended the call.

  Gu Qingheng called her again soon after. She hung up on him three times in a row, but he refused to give up.

  My mood is a bit messy.

  She sighed and opened Gu Qingheng's number, sending him a text message: "I have a cold, my throat hurts, I don't want to talk. Do you have anything?"

  The phone screen flickered, and Gu Qingheng immediately replied: [Are you sick?]

  After typing and deleting several words repeatedly, I finally sent only one word: "Uh-huh."

  Her fingers lightly tapped her brow, muttering unclearly as she didn't know what she was thinking. Just now, she had actually thought of giving a reply to Gu Qingheng: She's in a lot of pain.

  She who has never been ill, big or small, dislikes her own fragility.

  Clutching her mobile phone, she waited for a long time, but Gu Qingheng didn't send her another text message...

  Mood, complicated.

  Put down the phone, pick up the water cup again, pour water, cool it, and take medicine.

  The pill melts in your mouth and tastes very bitter.

  Nian Qing really didn't like eating bitter things, so she opened a pack of sweet snacks and ate a few pieces to barely neutralize the bitterness in her mouth. Then, she continued watching TV.

  ……

  One hour.

  Ning Qing was a bit sleepy, turned off the TV, planned to pour away the instant noodles, and went back to her room to sleep.

  At night, she just eats something casual by herself, and waits until tomorrow night when her son comes back, she should be able to...

  The tonsillitis is better now.

  "Ding Dong", the doorbell rang at this time.

  Knit her brows in hesitation.

  Yanzi lost something and turned back home? Or who came, landlord?

  The doorbell keeps ringing.

  Nian Qing rubbed her forehead and sighed, walked to the door, looked down at the cat's eye, her heart skipped a beat, and suddenly stopped.

  The man outside the door was elegant and refined, with a slightly furrowed brow, it was Gu Qingheng.

  Her slender fingers grasped the door handle, hesitating whether or not to open it - had he come to visit her while she was ill?

  The mobile phone in the living room also rang at this time.

  Ning Qing didn't look but knew in her heart that it was definitely Gu Qingheng who had come and was asking her to open the door.

  She took a deep breath and opened the door.

  The light from outside was not fully let in, blocked by the tall and straight figure of a man standing in front.

  Gu Qingheng was very tall, and Qing had to raise her head to look him in the eye. His handsome face was gentle, with a pair of deep eyes that only people over thirty could have, which seemed to see through all her thoughts.

  Suddenly, he curled up his thin lips and smiled at her.

  Open your eyes quickly, my heart is racing, this is so frustrating.

  She wanted to ask Gu Qingheng why he had come, but the next second, her chin was lifted up, and she stared at Gu Qingheng as he lowered his face, his forehead pressed against hers. After a few seconds, he finally said, "Mmm, good thing you don't have a fever."

  His warm breath swept across her face, as if kissing her.

  "......How did you get here?" Nian Qing asked in a hoarse voice, her face slightly flushed.

  "You're ill, and I'm worried about you." Gu Qinghe took Nian Qing's small hand, feeling a slight chill.

  He furrowed his brow, lowered his eyes, and carefully examined Qing's complexion. Then he picked up the things he had bought and went inside first. "Your voice sounds a bit hoarse, have you taken any medicine?"

  "I've eaten." Ning Qing replied truthfully, feeling a bit happy that he had come to visit her while she was ill.

  She took care of Qingheng, bought a lot of things and came over, approaching him to help carry some.

  Gu Qingheng shook his head and smiled, praising her for being obedient. He didn't let her take anything, instead putting everything on the small dining table himself.

  Good boy.

  Recollecting... slightly short of breath, pale face, with a hint of blush.

  Gu Qingheng glanced around the small apartment and finally looked at Nianqing with a warm expression: "What about her?"

  Ning Qing poured a cup of hot water and handed it to Gu Qingheng: "Yan Zi is going back to his own home to stay for two days."

  Gu Qingheng took over the water cup, furrowed his brow, with a faint sense of displeasure: "She left you alone at home?"

  "...her father's birthday today." Ning Qing explained. She was actually not seriously ill and would be fine after a nap.

  Gu Qingheng didn't say a word, poured himself half a cup of water and drank it down. He noticed the unfinished bowl of rice on the tea table and his eyes sank: "You're eating this kind of thing today?"

  She bit her lip, with a feeling of being caught in an error by her elders.

  Gu Qingheng, in a certain sense, is indeed her senior. Her university professor, her future... brother-in-law.

  Sighing, Qing explained: "I'm too lazy to cook rice by myself."

  Gu Qingheng furrowed his brow tightly.

  Want to ask Nian Qing, why sigh, is it very uncomfortable?

  "You're ill and need something nourishing. What would you like to eat?" Gu Qingheng asked with concern.

  Ning Qing was about to pour away the cup, but when she heard Gu Qingheng's words, she misunderstood his meaning and took out all the takeout cards under the phone - "Here, these are the takeout numbers around here."

  Gu Qingheng smiled and raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. He thought that Nian Qing was very cute like this, and he wanted to hold her close and cherish her: "I'll make it for you to eat."

  Nian Qing was taken aback for a moment, and the cup in his hand almost spilled over.

  She watched as Gu Qingheng slowly and neatly took off his overcoat, revealing a good-looking hand that folded up the long sleeves of his black shirt one by one, exposing his sturdy arms.

  Elegant and refined.

  Nian Qing was slightly puzzled: "Can you cook?"

  Gu Qingheng nodded, curved his lips, and with a large hand, slowly wrapped around Nianqing's small hand. His voice was low: "I'm 32 years old, I can do anything, would you like to consider it?"

  What's he doing?

  "I'm hungry, I want to eat." She said calmly and softly.

  Her hand was held by Gu Qingheng's warm hands.

  A hot palm carefully wraps around, wanting to struggle free, but very powerless.