The President is Being Shameless Again

"You ... If you do this again, I won't care about you!" Lin Chu blushed, and now his lips were numb.

Yan Beicheng said dumbly, "If you don't care about me, no one will care about me."

Lin Chu froze and wanted to turn around, but Yan Beicheng, for some reason, knew that he was not pretending to be sympathetic, and he was telling the truth.

Although he didn't understand, Lin Chu's inexplicable step could not move.

In the impression, the image of a teenager seems to coincide with the man lying on the bed in front of him.

She vaguely remembered that boy seemed to have said the same thing, "No one cares about me."

Lin Chu did not speak, and silently picked up the thermometer that had just been thrown aside by Yan Beicheng, and narrowed his eyes when he saw the number of mercury rising above it.

She looked at Yan Beicheng with a mockery, "Yan Shao, haven't you gotten your brain?"

Yan Beicheng gave her a dumb look.

Lin Chu simply put the thermometer in front of Yan Beicheng's eyes, "49 degrees, you can cook eggs, so you haven't cooked your brain yet?"

At such a strange height, Lin Chu believed that he had a ghost.

Yanbei City: "..."

Just put it in the hot water a while, Lin Chu rang the doorbell. Although it was a while since Lin Chu came up, he was afraid that Lin Chu turned around and walked away. Thermometer.

When Lin entered the door at first, he couldn't even think about it, and he forgot to reduce the temperature to a normal value.

"This is an accident, but I really have a fever." Yan Beicheng said hoarsely, holding his hand carefully to the corner of Lin Chu's T-shirt.

Lin Chu glanced down: "..."

The heat on his body is indeed not deceptive. After Lin Chu threw the watermark down, he stuffed his mouth thermometer into Yan Beicheng's mouth. "Remeasure it."

Then, I sat on the sofa not far from the bed, and couldn't speak for a while.

She couldn't help wondering why Yan Beicheng couldn't buy an electronic mouth thermometer, and had to use this mercury and wait with big eyes.

Yan Beicheng contained a thermometer, and Black Eye looked at her without blinking. No matter whether Lin Chu is looking elsewhere or busy looking down on cell phone installation, he can't avoid it. He can always feel his eyes and burn her forehead.

Lin Chu brushed Weibo and brushed his circle of friends, and didn't see a word in it. He simply put the phone aside and got up and said, "I'll cook porridge for you, you can take your temperature honestly, don't disturb it."

After speaking, he rushed out of the bedroom with a sullen head.

The corner of Yan Beicheng's mouth raised slightly, and the long fingers with clear bones stuck to his lips, and there seemed to be the temperature of Lin Chu.

...

Yan Beicheng's kitchen is really not short of ingredients. Lin Chu quickly found Xiaomi, connected to water and boiled millet porridge. I took another cucumber from the refrigerator, cut it into strips, and briefly mixed it with vinegar and salt, just for the appetizer of Yan Beicheng.

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