non-contractual relationship

Chapter 22

It was Biaozi who spoke first: "I called Secretary Liu and he said that you might have a cold and a fever, so I went to pick up the doctor and brought him here. It would be safe to check."

Zheng Fei and the indifferent "enen" said twice, signaling the two standing at the door to go in first.

Biaozi and the doctor did as they were told, changed their shoes in the hallway, and went straight to the living room.

Ankang, who was still a little dazed, stood at the door and stepped aside, ready to follow in dazedly, but was pulled back.

Seeing all the people in the way go in, Zheng Feihe grabbed Ankang, and stuffed the access card and key in his pocket to Ankang: "Here, the house key."

Zheng Feihe cast another hateful glance at Biaozi's direction: "This is the access control card, he didn't give it to you this afternoon. But you have to swipe to enter the gate and use the elevator."

Ankang still remembered Biaozi's words at noon, and pushed him away. Unexpectedly, Zheng Feihe's hands were extremely hot. Ankang glanced at the person in front of him with some surprise——Zheng Feihe cheerfully, hesitantly facing Ankang His eyes were stuffed again, and he let go of it after stuffing it, as if you would throw it away if you don't hold it.

Ankang's movements were a little stagnant, and he still took the small box with the red cross mark in the hand of the stranger he saw just now: This person is sick, let's talk about other things when we have a chance.

Watching Ankang put away the key and key card, Zheng Feihe took Ankang's hand, moved towards him, took a bite of Ankang's neck, and quickly let go.

Ankang was bitten so that his whole body became stiff, but fortunately Zheng Feihe only took a bite and did not pester him any more.Otherwise, Ankang didn't know how he would react.

Biaozi and the doctor heard the noise, but they didn't look back sensiblely.

Biaozi was scolded just now, but now he doesn't want to touch Zheng Feihe's fate

The doctor stared at the TV screen reflecting a little bit of the situation in the hallway, and he had already issued a medical certificate for Young Master Zheng: a cold, not serious;

Zheng Fei and Zhuo Ankang finished changing their house shoes in the entrance, put the bag in their hands on the cabinet, and led Ankang carelessly inside.

The bag was not placed in the right place, it was a little crooked, and now it was sliding all the way, Ankang couldn't stand it, so he broke away from Zheng Feihe's hand to help.As soon as he raised his head, he met the eyes of Zheng Feihe who was looking back at him.

Ankang avoided Zheng Feihe's gaze, pushed the bag in uncomfortably, and then pushed the closed door, then pretended nothing happened, and followed Young Master Zheng to the living room.

Zheng Feihe felt a little dizzy and weak at first, but when he looked back and saw that Ankang was still from the home care group, he was like a weasel looking at a chicken again, thinking about it vigorously.He felt that Ankang, who took the initiative to help clean up, was definitely not angry with him because of Biaozi's "behavior" in the afternoon, and silently praised the sensible Ankang a hundred times in his heart.

Ankang is actually taking care of people too much, subconsciously willing to put everything back together.

Seeing the two of them approaching one after the other, the doctor immediately focused his eyes on the pitch-black TV screen, as if he didn't want to hear anything outside the window.

Zheng Feihe said: "If you want to check, then let's check." It's not that he is afraid of his life or afraid of getting sick, he thinks that the two of them can leave early after the checkup, so as not to disturb the two world of him and Ankang.He still remembers the confession.

Ankang dawdled behind Zheng Feihe, and was pulled back by Zheng Feihe who seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.This time the pull was quite strong, he was directly pulled down on the sofa, and sat down next to Zheng Feihe.

The doctor was not surprised, opened the box with a very flat expression, and took out a thermometer and stethoscope.

Ankang always felt that the doctor's eyes were complicated, so he moved uneasily. Zheng Feihe, who noticed, turned his head to look at Ankang a few more times, and made a grimace.

Ankang didn't move.

The satisfied Young Master Zheng finally accepted the examination honestly.

After working for a while, the doctor packed everything back into the box, prescribed medicine for Zheng Feihe, gave Biaozi the medicine list, and told Young Master Zheng to take a good rest these few days, worry less, and drink more water.In his heart, he stamped on Young Master Zheng who was holding hands even after seeing a doctor: The cold can be cured, but the nymphomaniac is hopeless.

Biaozi got up with the doctor and prepared to leave.

Biaozi didn't make any other sound except for saying "he'll come to get the medicine later".

On the contrary, the doctor who felt that he had found something good was putting on his shoes in the entrance, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Zheng Feihe: "Also, don't be picky eaters these days, eat more fruits and vegetables!"

When Ankang heard about the picky eater, he seemed to be moved. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Feihe in surprise: within two days, two or three people had told him not to be picky eaters.

Zheng Feihe was quite uncomfortable being seen, so he got up to see him off.

Ankang, who also wanted to get up, was held down by Zheng Feihe's shoulders. He was staying on the sofa at this time and did not follow.Zheng Feihe turned his head to check, and when he opened the door, there was a rattling sound, and he lowered his voice to warn the doctor: "Who is a picky eater? If you don't talk, you will die."

The doctor turned his head politely and went out, pretending he didn't hear anything.Only then did Zheng Feihe feel relieved and prepared to close the door, but before the door was closed, the doctor stood in the elevator and yelled: "Patients should not be picky eaters, this is a doctor's order!"

Zheng Feihe glanced at Ankang who came over, feeling that he had lost all face, raised his feet, took off his slippers, and threw them towards the elevator.

Missed.

The doctor who escaped the catastrophe glanced at Biaozi proudly, as if to say: Look, he didn't throw it.

Biaozi crossed his hands and naturally hung them in front of him in a defensive posture. Looking at the doctor who was "scrambling his head and making a pose", he forced a strange smile at the doctor in response, and ignored him again.

The deflated doctor learned how to behave, and stopped talking to this hard wooden stake.

After returning to the sofa, Zheng Feihe heaved a sigh of relief and slumped on it: He was actually quite tired today, especially because he was drunk and overdrawn last night...

There was a problem with this paralysis. There were so many people just now that he didn't realize it. Now that there were only the two of them left in the whole space, he found that Ankang seemed to be avoiding him a little.Almost immediately, he thought of what Biaozi said in the afternoon. Zheng Feihe had a headache. He didn't know what Biaozi said in the original words, but it didn't sound very good, so he could only take the initiative and asked: " Did Biaozi say something? That's his job, and he doesn't mean anything malicious. Don't mind."

Ankang wanted to say that I didn't mind, he just realized some gaps, but he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

Zheng Feihe, who didn't get a response, sat in the direction of Ankang, and sure enough, seeing Ankang's hand clenched a little more, he was a little confused: the person who untied the bell had to tie it, if Biaozi said something bad Well, Ankang is unwilling to speak now, so he can only ask after Biaozi brings the medicine later.

Having figured it out, Young Master Zheng suddenly started acting.

Although he has not been with Ankang for a long time, he insists on Ankang's naughty personality—he does not easily ask for help, does not easily offend others, and has an "I accept" attitude towards other people's requests and accusations.This gave him an opportunity to be good-looking: "I have a fever of 39 degrees today."

Ankang pursed his lips.

"I want to drink porridge, but takeaway is not considerate. Sigh."

Ankang let go of his hand, and the breath he was holding back today also slowly relaxed.

Zheng Feihe, who was striking while the iron was hot, suddenly moved in front of Ankang, and pulled Ankang's finger like a child: "There should be preserved eggs bought by my aunt at home. I want to drink preserved eggs and lean meat porridge." Help the forehead.

I don't know whether he was moved by any of these words, or simply couldn't bear to watch Young Master Zheng beg for mercy, Ankang got up from the sofa, and said: "...I will do it." I haven't eaten yet.

Zheng Feihe no longer supported his forehead, nor was he wronged, and looked at Ankang with watery eyes, waiting for dinner.

The kitchen is next to the living room and is also open.Ankang walked in and took a look, but didn't see where the preserved egg was.Zheng Feihe, who was not idle, followed in, turned on the electric and gas switches for Ankang, and casually pointed to the hidden refrigerator: "Everything should be in the refrigerator or in the cabinet."

Ankang walked to the place Zheng Feihe was pointing at, and pulled it, but he didn't pull it away, a little embarrassed.

This is what Zheng Feihe was waiting for. His dream of being a boy when he was decorating finally came true—taking advantage of the opportunity when his lover opened the refrigerator to find ingredients, he hugged him from behind and whispered in his ear.

"Thinking about it, it's perfect!" Zheng Feihe, who had just finished being intoxicated with himself, walked behind Ankang and closed it from below, and the refrigerator door slowly opened by itself.

Ankang looked at the fruit and vegetable cabinet in the middle and stooped to look through it.

Zheng Feihe hugged him empty-handedly: "..." When I go back, I want to tell Mi Mi that idol dramas kill people.

Aware of Zheng Feihe's movements, Ankang lowered his head and walked out from between his open arms, a bit strange.

Young Master Zheng, who didn't want to be ashamed, didn't even look at it carefully, and directly copied a box of red and unknown things from the refrigerator, and smiled: "I still want to eat this."

Ankang glanced at the carrot in Zheng Feihe's hand, nodded, closed the refrigerator, took it from Zheng Feihe's hand, turned around and went to prepare.

Zheng Feihe, who only realized that it was a carrot, felt a little dizzy: Among the vegetables he hates most, carrots are definitely at the top of the list.

"There are so many vegetables in the world, are the people who buy them so ignorant now?" Thinking this way, without caring about Ankang's presence, Zheng Feihe opened the refrigerator and looked through it again, and gave it again with a swipe. Closed——I told my aunt the six kinds of food that should never appear in the refrigerator, have I forgotten all of this?Is it a pig brain who buys vegetables?

An Lan with a pig's brain and Bai Mimi who carefully selected a group of carrots for Fei and his brother both sneezed.

Hearing the sound, Bai Yuehua put down the fruit he was cleaning, walked out of the kitchen to take a look, found the family medicine box and handed it to An Lan, and said, "Take your body temperature to see if you have a cold. The flu is raging."