My Husband, Warm The Bed

"Qin... Young Master Qin?" Because of fear, Ji Rou carefully approached him. When she got closer, Qin Yinze still did not notice her.    

    

No, to be more precise, he looked out the window too deeply. His soul had run away, and what was left here was only his body. So he was not afraid of the wind, nor could he hear her.    

    

For a moment, Ji Rou actually felt a little heartache for him. Of course, it was just a little bit, so little that she did not even notice it herself.    

    

Ji Rou glanced at him and immediately ran over to close the window. She turned around and came to Qin Yinze's side. "Qin Yinze, are you courting death?"    

    

This time, Qin Yinze's eyes lit up when he heard her voice.    

    

However, when his eyes fell on her face, the light in his eyes slowly faded away, and only a dead silence was left.    

    

She wasn't her, she wasn't the person he had been waiting for.    

    

Bitterness spread through his heart. He knew that regardless of whether he was alive or sick, that person wouldn't care about him in the slightest.    

    

He clearly knew that it was like this, but every time he thought about it, his heart would still ache.    

    

He did not know what he was still waiting for.    

    

He did not know what he was still persisting on.    

    

He did not know why he tortured himself until he did not look like a human or a ghost.    

    

He was tired, tired, and tired. He didn't want to think about that person anymore. Qin Yinze slowly closed his eyes. Everything would end here.    

    

"Qin Yinze, can you hear me?" Ji Rou raised her hand and waved it in front of Qin Yinze's eyes. He looked really scary.    

    

He was clearly right in front of her, but she kept feeling that he was not there. It was like a body that had his soul taken away. Living and dying were no different to him.    

    

Ji Rou guessed that there must be a secret hidden in a corner of his heart. A secret that no one else could touch or help him solve.    

    

She squatted beside him and gently patted the back of his hand twice with her soft palm. "Qin Yinze, you only have one life, and you will never be able to do it again. This is a very classic quote in a game that I once played. "    

    

"It's because of this quote that I have always told myself to love and love my family. Look at me, my father got into a car accident and left. The company that my father left behind was robbed and my mother was bedridden. I was f * cking ruined by a scum like you, but I didn't want to die. "    

    

"Because as long as a person is alive, there is hope. If he dies, there will only be a pile of ashes and nothing else. Think about it. If one day, you are also burned into a pile of ashes, stored in a small box, and buried in the earth, what else can you have then? "    

    

She sighed. "That's why you should be more open-minded. There is nothing that cannot be overcome. Nothing is more important than your life."    

    

Ji Rou said a lot in one breath. She had told her life philosophy that she had summed up all these years. Who knew that Qin Yinze was sleeping on the sofa?    

    

This son of a b * tch!    

    

She had said so many great principles of life, but he actually fell asleep. He did not hear a single word, let alone remember it.    

    

Ji Rou gritted her teeth and really wanted to kick him, but very quickly, she discovered that he was abnormal. The breath he exhaled was very hot, so hot that it was abnormal.    

    

Ji Rou immediately reached out to touch his forehead. With this touch, she felt that her hand was almost scalded by the temperature of his forehead.    

    

He was drenched in the rain with her at night, and now he was still in the room blowing the cold wind. He was not a little golden man, so it would be strange if he did not have a fever.    

    

"Qin Yinze, I wish I could throw you out of the window." Ji Rou scolded as she helped him to lie on the bed.    

    

This person was tall and strong. When she supported him, all the weight of his body was on him. It almost broke his waist.    

    

When he was thrown onto the bed, Ji Rou also fell down because of her unstable center of gravity and fell into his arms.    

    

Just as she wanted to get up, he suddenly made a move and hugged her. "Don't leave!"    

    

Ji Rou tried to take his hand away. "I'm not leaving. Do you want to burn to death?"    

    

"Don't leave!" He still said those two words. His voice was very weak, but the strength he used to hug her waist was not light at all.    

    

"It's not like I'm trying to recover my fever. What's the use of hugging me?" This man probably lacked motherly love since he was young. Once he got sick, he would treat her as his mother.    

    

To be honest, At this time, he was really like a child. He was not as domineering and domineering as when he was awake, nor was he as venomous as he usually was. He was as quiet as a newborn baby.    

    

"Don't go!" He hugged her tightly, and the word was still in his mouth.    

    

"Okay, I won't go. Son, you have to be good too. Mommy will accompany you." Ji Rou rubbed his head. He lacked motherly love, so she should pretend to be his mother.    

    

Sure enough, when he heard her call him son, this man stopped barking and obediently went to sleep.    

    

"If I could give birth to a son as big as you, I would definitely lose my life." Ji Rou could not help but feel that it was somewhat funny. This person, no matter how strong he was, As long as he was sick, he would still be as fragile as a child.    

    

She looked at him. He was really quite pretty. His facial features were clearly defined, his figure was just right, and he had a pleasant voice.    

    

Pah!    

    

What was she thinking? Even if he was good-looking, he wouldn't be able to hide the fact that he was despicable.    

    

If it wasn't for her good heart, she would definitely have taken this opportunity to teach him a lesson and make him kneel in front of her and cry - - Mother!    

    

After struggling to free herself from his embrace, Ji Rou hurriedly contacted the hotel staff to find a doctor.    

    

After the doctor measured Qin Yinze's body temperature, he gave him an intravenous injection and prescribed a few more antidotes for Ji Rou to take one for him.    

    

The doctor also instructed that he would help Qin Yinze measure his body temperature in half an hour. If the fever did not go down, he would be sent to the hospital.    

    

After sending the doctor away, Ji Rou returned to the room and probed Qin Yinze's forehead. She felt that Qin Yinze's body temperature was low. She heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

She sat down beside his bed. "Qin Yinze, did you hear that? If you don't have a fever, you will have to be sent to the hospital. Look at the heavy wind and rain outside. The road is probably flooded. If you don't have a fever, you will only be burned to death. So do as you see fit. "    

    

"Qin Yinze, what exactly are you hiding in your heart?" Ji Rou looked at him. "Is it because your family is broken? Or did your girlfriend run away with another man?"    

    

After thinking about it, Ji Rou still felt that it was more likely that his family was broken and caused harm to him.    

    

All these years, Minluo City had spread the word "Mr. Qin" like a god, but they had never mentioned his wife.    

    

Ji Rou felt that it was very likely that Mr. Qin divorced his wife and brought his son alone. He was also busy with his career, so he was so busy that he forgot about his son.    

    

Thus, Qin Yinze could not obtain fatherly love and motherly love. As he slowly grew up, his character became distorted.