non-contractual relationship

Chapter 24

In the end, the wounded Ankang was driven aside by the sick young master Zheng, and stood in the kitchen to watch.

Looking at Zheng Feihe who was clumsily cutting meat, Ankang subconsciously fiddled with the crooked bow tied on his finger, and asked a lot: "Have you never cooked before?"

"I've done it. I studied abroad for a few years before." Zheng Fei, who carefully shredded the meat, said with distraction.

Looking at Young Master Zheng, who takes 30 seconds to cut a piece of shredded meat, Ankang was a little skeptical: "Then why do you..."

Zheng Feihe seemed to recall something, and suddenly stood up with a knife and smiled: "But I was renting with Qiu Kui at that time. It was the one who came up with me in the elevator just now. You have seen it several times."

"Yeah." Ankang nodded.

"Basically he does the cooking. I have hired my aunt for the hygiene of the house. I don't have anything to worry about, so I will only do some simple work in the end. But I am very good at salads." Feihe noticed that Ankang took a step back, turned around and cut the meat neatly.

Ankang didn't know what came to his mind, he took out his cell phone and took a look, ignoring Zheng Feihe, who was talking a lot about sex, and suddenly went out from the kitchen.

Zheng Feihe, who was talking about his happiness, cut another small piece of meat, raised his head, and he was the only one in the kitchen: "..." He praised himself for a long time, and there was no audience.He was holding his breath, but suddenly there was an extra hand in front of him, and when he looked up, it was Ankang.

Ankang spread small colorful pills in his hand, and persuaded: "Take it, the medicine you just brought back, your temperature hasn't completely dropped yet."

Zheng Feihe, with oily hands, took more than half of the pills in Ankang's palm.

Ankang handed over the water glass with the hand still tied with a bow.

Zheng Feihe deliberately didn't put down the knife, and went directly to drink the water in the cup with Ankang's hand.Ankang wanted to hide, seeing him looking bitter with the pills in his mouth, he tilted his cup slightly in cooperation.

Zheng Feihe swallowed a handful of pills in his mouth.

There were still two capsules left, Ankang moved, held it on his finger, and handed it to Zheng Feihe.

Young Master Zheng looked at Ankang, who had no evil thoughts at all, and became angry. He pretended to be swallowing the capsules and was in difficulty. When he bit the capsules, he only bit one, and bit Ankang's finger by the way.

Biting Ankang was startled, and when giving him the medicine again, he switched to the gauze-bound hand, spread it out, and motioned for Zheng Fei and himself to take it.

Zheng Feihe didn't show any timidity, and said righteously: "I'm cutting meat, there are bacteria."

Ankang: "But that's cooked meat, I've cooked it."

"...That's not hygienic. It's good to spread it out like before. I can keep the medicine in it. Otherwise, I'll bite you again."

Sensing Zheng Feihe's crooked thoughts, Ankang was dubious: "Really?"

Zheng Feihe nodded hurriedly to prove his innocence.

"Then eat." Ankang handed his open hand to Zheng Feihe.

Young Master Zheng, who had succeeded in his trick, didn't swallow at all, and licked the capsule away.

Ankang's back was numb from his licking, and he withdrew his hand like lightning. He still didn't understand that Zheng Feihe was playing tricks on him, but he had something wrong with his mind.

But Ankang's withdrawn hand rubbed behind him, and rubbed again, but the itchy feeling didn't rub off from his palm at all.

Zheng Feihe didn't cut the meat anymore, his mind was full of uncleanness.

Ankang didn't understand how he compromised until the end.

......

After waking up again, Zheng Fei and his head didn't hurt anymore, his temperature wasn't too high, and his face wasn't pale anymore. He vigorously kicked off the quilt on his body, and Carp straightened up.Looking at the person sleeping peacefully beside him, he felt a little sore in his waist and limbs, so he lay down again, got back into the bed again, propped his head with one hand, and put the other on Ankang's body, maintaining the position of lying on his side. The posture, watching Ankang who buried himself in the bed and wrapped himself in a cocoon, was lost in thought.

Looking at it may not feel enough, Zheng Feihe moved to a position close to Ankang, stared at the small half of Ankang's face protruding from the quilt, shook out a leg from the quilt, and gently placed it on the bed. He fell on Ankang's body and completely clamped him, before he let out a satisfied sigh of relief.

Ankang, who was completely unaffected, was still sleeping soundly, with two blushes on his cheeks.

Zheng Feihe's hands started to itch. Last night, he always kissed the dimple on Ankang's cheek, but Ankang always avoided him. Now that he finally got the chance, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

The slowly extending "devil's claws" are full of malice from the master, trying to play tricks on Ankang.

As a result, the tentacles were as expected to be easy to touch, but unexpectedly warm.

Zheng Feihe was taken aback: In idol dramas, the move of the male protagonist hugging the female protagonist behind his back obviously doesn't work at all, but he did it to divert the cold but he hit it right away?

He couldn't figure out whether Ankang was sick because of the indulgence last night, or because he had made him sick, so he pulled a piece of clothes and put them on, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put them on the stool at the end of the bed for Ankang. Went outside the house to look through the medicine cabinet.

When Ankang opened his eyes, there was no one beside him.He felt a little dizzy, so he sat on the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt for a while.Finally struggling out of the drowsiness, looking at the tangle of quilt beside him, the blood vessels at the temples were beating happily, just wanting to see out of sight and out of mind, lifted the quilt, got out of bed, dressed and washed, Zheng Feihe took another Something broke in.

Both of them were stunned for a moment.

Ankang pushed back the corner of the quilt that had just been lifted, and it was even tighter than before.He didn't expect that Zheng Feihe was still there, he thought that this person had left again.After he cleaned up briefly last night, he fell asleep without paying attention to anything.He didn't know what Zheng Feihe did after he fell asleep, he only had a vague impression that someone would go to bed soon.He was so tired that he slept in a spare position.It is estimated that Zheng Feihe may be wearing pajamas or something.

As soon as Zheng Feihe entered the door, his eyes were full of spring. Now seeing the picture of Ankang wrapped up in a quilt nervously, he wanted to laugh a little, but at least he still remembered the business, and walked over with the medicine and water cup.

Ankang's quilt was wrapped a little tighter, he really didn't understand where Zheng Feihe got so much energy, now his throat hurts, his nose is blocked, and he has no energy to fight with him at all.

Zheng Feihe sensed vigilance from Ankang's actions.In order to express the theme of being considerate to others, he took the initiative to help him tuck the corner of the quilt, but he didn't want to overstuff it, and his finger touched a soft thing, Zheng Feihe couldn't hold back, and poked it.

Ankang's back felt cold after being poked in the butt, and he didn't know what scene he recalled, so he stretched out his hand and grabbed the quilt and sat down.

Zheng Feihe, who was kind enough to help, licked his lips, with an indescribable embarrassment on his face: He really wanted to help, not just to take advantage...

"Ahem." Young Master Zheng, eager to turn the page, cleared his throat, handed the thermometer in his hand to Ankang, and signaled Ankang to take it.

Ankang glanced at it. It was the simplest kind of glass thermometer. He took it silently, quickly opened and closed the quilt, and stuck it in the armpit.

Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang moving around under the quilt, probably because he had clamped the thermometer, stretched his arms and took out the mobile phone from the bedside, looked at the time, and said: "Ten 49, check it in 5 minutes temperature."

Ankang said "En", with a nasal sound.

Zheng Feihe reached out to touch Ankang's forehead to test the temperature, but Ankang turned his head to avoid it.Zheng Feihe thought that Ankang was embarrassed, grabbed Ankang's quilt, and said seriously: "Don't hide, let me feel it, are you burning badly?"

"I can touch it myself." After Ankang finished speaking, he realized that this was a bit stupid. People with a fever try their own temperature to see how it differs from normal body temperature.

Sure enough, Zheng Feihe was looking at him with a "don't be funny" look in his eyes: "During this time with you, I thought you were decathlon-able, so it turns out that you are not PHS." After speaking, he stretched out his hand coming.

Ankang was mentally prepared this time, and stayed where he was, without hiding.

The skin under his hands was still very hot, Zheng Feihe stood up holding the phone and was about to go out to make a call, but Ankang's hand came out from under the quilt and grabbed the corner of his clothes.Looking down, Zheng Feihe sat down and asked a little more: "What's the matter?"

Thinking of Biaozi's eyes and the doctor's gossip, Ankang always felt thorns in his back, and rarely made a request: "I may have caught a cold last night, and I will be fine after taking some cold medicine. I don't need to find a doctor or bother anyone else."

Zheng Feihe was still a little worried.

Ankang couldn't turn his mind halfway, and leaned over to kiss the corner of Young Master Zheng's lips, and asked in a somewhat foul nasal voice: "Is it okay?"

The happy Zheng Feihe who was kissed could only think "of course".

Ankang felt a little lost in his heart.

Zheng Feihe looked at Ankang's erratic eyes and knew that he was starting to diverge again, so he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of him, attracting Ankang's attention, and said, "Then I'll go and heat up the leftover porridge from yesterday. Fry yesterday's shredded pork?"

"Leaving it overnight, it might be broken. I'll do it." Ankang was a little puzzled, he didn't remember that the two of them cleaned up the kitchen yesterday.Hearing the arrangement of the man with ten fingers not touching Yang Chunshui, he was a little worried. He looked forward and saw a set of clothes. He hugged the quilt and moved over there a little bit, ready to tidy up and get out of bed.

Taking advantage of Ankang's cleaning, I was over excited yesterday. Zheng Fei, who played the role of the snail girl in the living room, and this club have deep merits and fame, grabbed the spare clothes I put on the stool just now, and affirmed: "It's packed. .”

"Have you packed it?" Seeing Zheng Feihe handing over the clothes together, Ankang began to wonder if he was burnt out.

"You must be sick, so I don't remember." Zheng Fei and added firewood.

"Will it?" Ankang stared at Zheng Feihe's sincere eyes, felt his brain burning, and sneezed.

"Look, you must have burned out, so you don't remember."

"Oh, maybe..." He definitely can't remember some details of last night, maybe he really forgot... But in that case, how did they clean up the kitchen?

The author has something to say: Jia Geng

One is that it was promised last week, but the time of changing the manuscript box has been changed for a long time without finishing it (abandoned halfway and changed it back. jpg) and last week was busy, so the manuscript box gentleman patronizes weight loss... Now change it much easier;

The second is that there are a few more friends who are willing to read the article, and the manuscript box is so happy that I can't hold back^^

This article will not be particularly long.

The first half is the encounter, and it is estimated that there will be a few more important links and it will end.

The growing part is estimated to have tens of thousands of words, but in order not to affect everyone's reading experience, it may be placed outside the episode or directly updated outside the normal daily update plan, and marked.Because the two people are separated and there is no intersection in the middle, otherwise the plot may be more protracted.

The reunion in the second half is the cookie! ! !I can't wait to see Zheng Feihe being molested, but Mr. Manuscript Box holds Brother Outline hostage and tells me not to abandon the foreshadowing ahead.

This story is about growth and respect.There are many deficiencies in the writing, and the Manuscript Box will continue to work hard. Even if only a few friends are willing to read it, the Manuscript Box will supervise the construction of the complete article according to the original plan.

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