(MTL)The soft and sticky spirit in Master Yu's eyes is a full-scale boss

Chapter 392

Chapter 392 Brother & Jiaojiao: Kitchen Killer, Radish Takeaway

    Yu Jingshen first took her body temperature with a thermometer, looked at the number displayed on it, and almost didn't get mad at himself.

    How can someone so shrewd not take care of themselves so much?

    Yu Jing squeezed the other person's soft cheek in a sullen manner.

    Qin Jiaojiao, whose head was dizzy and powerless, could only let the other party knead in a daze, looking at him angrily and aggrieved.

    Angrily and distressed, Yu Jingchen took the antipyretic medicine, helped the person up, carefully fed the medicine and water, and put the person into the bed.

    Carefully covered the quilt, lowered eyebrows and looked a lot more gentle.

    After placing the sick girl, Yu Jingshen was going to go out to change a glass of water, which she could drink whenever she wanted to when she woke up.

    As soon as he got up, he was grabbed by his hand, with a bit of urgency.

    "Where are you going?" Qin Jiaojiao, who was drowsy and began to feel sleepy, saw that the other party was about to leave, and subconsciously pulled him.

    Anxiety and fragility flickered in his eyes.

    Yu Jingshen turned back to see Qin Jiaojiao with a pale face and an uneasy look, and then retreated and sat down.

    She held her slightly hot hand with her backhand and comforted her in a soft voice, "I'm not leaving, you can sleep."

    Qin Jiaojiao, who was already very sleepy, suddenly closed her eyes in peace and fell into a deep sleep.

    Yu Jingshen sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the little girl with a red face for a long time, his dark and deep eyes were extremely hot.

    Halfway through, I ran to the bathroom several times and put a wet towel on Qin Jiaojiao's forehead and arms to help her cool down.

    Qin Jiaojiao was drowsy and had a long dream. There were many things in the dream, but when she woke up, she couldn't remember anything.

    Qin Jiaojiao, who woke up in a daze, stared at the ceiling for a while, and gradually remembered what happened before going to bed.

    Turning to look at the bedside, no one was there.

    He slowly got up and leaned against the head of the bed. He touched his body temperature, which had returned to normal, but his body was still a little heavy and weak.

    Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the water glass on the bedside table, and his eyes gradually became resentful.

    "Liar." The fluttering words swayed in the air.

    Although Qin Jiaojiao was angry, she was so hungry that she had no energy to eat, so she had to slowly get out of bed and go downstairs to look for food.

    There should be some food in the fridge.

    Qin Jiaojiao put on her coat and slowly went downstairs, walking towards the kitchen with a tired look.

    Halfway through, she heard the sound of a frying pan, which startled her, thinking she forgot to turn off the fire.

    After walking two steps quickly, I saw a figure jumping out of the kitchen with a spatula in his hand, a little embarrassed.