Migrant workers chase their wives (MTL)

Chapter 83

Cheng Xiangyuan went back to the hotel and fell asleep.

In the dream, he felt as if he had returned to the mountain in a daze.

He went back alone, and many people came to pick him up.

The village chief, the second sister-in-law, the next door Zhou Zanzi, and so on.

Those are all familiar people.

Those are... and he is a person in the mountains.

"Yeah? Xiaocheng, why are you back?"

"Aren't you working outside?"

"Where's your son?"

"Didn't you take your son to find your wife?"

"Yes, your wife has been found. "

Xiaocheng, why did you take your son to find your wife, and the wife lost her son when she couldn't find it!"

"Xiaocheng, why are you so useless."

"Xiaocheng, since you went out What are you doing when you come back?"

"Xiao Cheng, your son has been destroyed by you, you are so useless..." In the dream, Cheng Xiangyuan heard all those voices, and then he felt a splitting headache. .

He don't know how long it has been.

Cheng Xiangyuan opened his eyes in a daze, he found that the sky seemed to be bright, he wanted to get up, but he almost fell over.

Cheng Xiangyuan touched his forehead, it was hot, it was a fever.

Cheng Xiangyuan pursed his lips, forced himself to get up, and then went to pour a glass of water over.

After drinking the whole glass of water, Cheng Xiangyuan felt a little more comfortable, but his throat was very uncomfortable.

Cheng Xiangyuan frowned tightly.

He knew that he had a cold.

Taking a deep breath, Cheng Xiangyuan got up, and then reluctantly went to take a shower. When he got up, he was top-heavy and fell directly to the ground.

Cheng Xiangyuan managed to get up, not caring about the scratches on his arms and thighs.

He put on his clothes hastily, and then lay down on the bed again.

Then, Cheng Xiangyuan used the phone in the room to dial the number at the front desk.

For the convenience of customers, the hotel records the number of the front desk on the cabinet in the room.

After the phone call, Cheng Xiangyuan said, "I'm sorry, I have a bad cold and have a fever. Could you please come and buy some antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs for me? If I have the money, I will give it to you right away."

Cheng Xiangyuan's attitude Very good, happy to work there too.

"Okay sir, we know, we'll go buy it right away."

Cheng Xiangyuan said gratefully, "Thank you." After hanging up the
phone, Cheng Xiangyuan fell on the bed, feeling a splitting headache.

He don't know how long it took before the waiter finally bought the medicine.

"Sir, I'm in." The waiter said, and the other party opened the door.

"Sir, this is the cold and anti-inflammatory medicine you asked for. There is also antipyretic medicine in it. I also bought a thermometer. Do you need me to measure it for you?"