Chapter 1087: Made for Him

Chapter 1087 Did it for him

Tan Bengbeng: "..."

She didn't know if he had a fever. She just felt her head was a little hot now.

The kind that wants to kill someone.

Tan Bengbeng glanced at the man expressionlessly, unable to tell whether he was acting or not, so he couldn't help but speak.

"You never said you wanted to come to H City with me!"

Hearing this, Qi Yan put his hands on the tatami, bent one knee, and sat up.

"Well, didn't you say that? That's because I forgot to say it."

He looked sideways at Tan Bengbeng, who looked a little ugly, and kissed her on the cheek unexpectedly.

Tan Bengbeng looked back at him.

A smile appeared in Qi Yan Yaoyi's pupils, "I just like to see you hate me so much that you hate me so much, and you can't do anything about me. It's very interesting."

Tan Bengbeng: "..."

If she cut him into five pieces and threw him into the sea, would he also find it interesting?

Tan Bengbeng looked at Qi Yan, who had an indifferent expression and was lying down to bask in the sun again. In his mind, the image of him falling into a high fever and coma the day before departure flashed through his mind.

That face, which usually looked particularly annoying, was so pale that people couldn't bear it.

She couldn't find antipyretic medicine, so she could only give him ice water to cool down.

The first thing he said when he woke up was not to thank her, but to ask her if she wanted to take a bath together...

She just wanted to push him into the bathtub and drown him!

But later I saw him feeling uncomfortable in the bathtub, feeling hot and cold, so I couldn't help but go in and take care of him.

That night, his fever reached 40 degrees Celsius and kept recurring.

After not sleeping for two days and not eating all day, she was extremely exhausted. When she saw that he was in better condition, she pushed him downstairs in a wheelchair and wanted to make some porridge for him.

He still has a fever, and eating too meaty or hard-to-digest food is not good for his body.

But before she walked into the kitchen, Qi Yan spotted the food on the table.

And I could tell at a glance that it was not made by a cooking machine.

Qi Yan: "What did you cook?"

Tan Bengbeng still remembers the unexpected expression on his face at that time, pointing to the table of already cold dishes, looking at her in surprise, laughing so hard that he was particularly unbeatable.

"Did it for me?" he asked again.

Tan Bengbeng looked at his expression of wanting to be beaten and didn't intend to answer.

I just want to ask him if he still wants to drink porridge. If not, just find a place to fend for himself quietly.

She was afraid that if he couldn't control it for a moment, he would really kill him to vent his anger!

But before she could ask, the man who looked like he didn't deserve a beating just now suddenly pushed his wheelchair to the dining table.

Pick up the chopsticks and pick up the dishes on the plate.

Tan Bengbeng stopped him subconsciously, "The food is already cold. Eating it will cause diarrhea. Moreover, you are running a fever and your spleen and stomach are weak. It is not suitable to eat something that is not easy to digest right now. You can only drink porridge!"

By the time Tan Bengbeng finished speaking, Qi Yan had already finished the food he put in his mouth and swallowed it.

He raised his eyes towards her and asked the question again.

"Did it for me?"

Tan Bengbeng's character never liked to be entangled over a small matter over and over again. Hearing him ask the question a second time, he spoke.

"I'm leaving in two days, so... think of it as thank you for taking care of me this month."

This is what Tan Bengbeng told Qi Yan, the reason why she made this meal, and what he also told her.

In fact, she didn't know why she suddenly wanted to cook a meal for Qi Yan.

She obviously hates him and doesn't care about his life or death.

Tan Bengbeng thought about this problem for a long time but still couldn't figure it out.