Seven Nights of Forbidden Love: Good Morning, Chief!

Chapter 1707: (Old City) It's like returning

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It's like returning home.

In the huge bedroom, the air conditioner was blowing cold wind low, the person on the bed was lying carelessly, one hand was raised to cover his forehead, and his cheek was dripping with sweat.

His complexion was also very pale, with some flushing.

Even breathing was a little heavy, obviously, in fever.

Xu's eyebrows kept frowning tightly because of uncomfortable feelings.

For a long time, I haven't seen it let go.

Suddenly, a soft hand gently stroked his cheek.

Her hands are very warm and gentle.

Very familiar feeling.

Even when he was sick, he did not harm the enchanting appearance of a man in the slightest, and because of his sickness, he was somewhat less alienated and indifferent.

A little more cordial.

The woman's hand gently wiped the sweat from his cheek.

Before half of it was wiped off, the hand was held.

The man did not open his eyes, just like a child, the corners of his dry mouth slowly curled up, seeming to have a bit of complaint, and a bit of aggrieved joke: "Xin Xiaochen, if you don't come again, you are really ready to give I collected the body."

His eyes are very beautiful.

At least, Xin Chen has only seen such beautiful eyes in his life.

It's too clear.

It's too deep.

She would be seduced when she saw it at first sight.

Since then, can't let go.

The woman is very young, in her early twenties, her black hair is randomly tied into a braid, and a few strands of hair fall off, lazy and playful.

She raised her hand and seriously helped him wipe off his sweat.

While murmured and complained; "How old are you? You still don't know how to take care of yourself."

"If you are sick, drink plenty of water, take medicine on time, eat three meals a day if you don't have an appetite, and change your clothes if they get wet with sweat... Have you ever listened to it?"

Xin Chen raised his hand helplessly and poked his cheek lightly.

Seeing that he was looking at him with a smile, he felt that his painstaking efforts just now were all in vain.

"Also, my name is Xin Chen, not Xin Xiaochen, are you my father? Change my name as you like."

"I'm not your dad, I'm your man." The person who was still sick just now seemed to have gained strength, sat up from the bed, hugged her waist like a rascal and refused to let go, his chin pressed. On her shoulder, complaining: "I'm hungry."

"..." Xin Chen sighed again.

In the end, he could only pat his head with fate, and gave a very pertinent comment: "Gu Qin, you are a waste of wood."

A waste of life that can't take care of yourself.

Qin Gu smiled very happily.

He followed behind her and went to the kitchen. She was cooking and he watched. He was satisfied when she was wearing an apron, cutting vegetables, boiling water, and cooking.

It's not actually hungry.

I just want to eat what she made.

So, it was willful again.

Qin Gu didn't even sit down.

Sit backwards, holding the back of the chair.

Xin Chen turned his head and saw that he had been staring at him, his cheeks reddened slightly: "Don't look at me."

"You look so good."

When Qin Gu started to talk about love, he simply said: "I've been watching it for 20 years, and I'm not tired of it."

Xin Chen's face suddenly blushed.

"Qin Gu, speak to me well."

She is really too low.

The one who was teased was flushed directly.