Fang Chi stood in the middle of the living room for several minutes without saying anything, and just stared at him.

"Am I very good-looking?" Sun Wenqu looked up at him.

"What should I do now?" Fang Chi asked without answering him.

"What should I do?" Sun Wenqu said.

"I have removed your window, you have a fever," Fang Chi glanced at the window again, and poured it into the house with a wind, "Why are you still bare-armed when you have a fever!"

"I haven't had a fever when I was bare-armed," Sun Wenqu said weakly, putting his legs on the coffee table, "Pajamas are in the cabinet."

Fang Chi didn't react at once and stood still.

"Hey, should I check where there is a training class for the little slave?" Sun Wenqu twitched and touched his cell phone.

Fang Chi glanced at him, turned around and entered the bedroom, and opened Sun Wenqu's wardrobe.

Sun Wenqu didn't have much clothes, and it was obvious that they were all quite expensive, but they were all thrown in the cabinet in a mess, and there was no classification. Fang Chi rummaged through several times before finding the pajamas, took them out and threw them on Sun Wenqu.

"Do you want to go to the hospital for a look?" Fang Chi asked.

"No," Sun Wenqu put on his pajamas, "I'm not sick."

"What is that?" Fang Chi frowned.

"Sorry," said Sun Wenqu, "Waste Survival Crisis, What to Eat Today?"

Fang Chi didn't know what he was saying, so he could only pick out the one that could understand and answer: "Fish and bacon, if you are sick, no, if you are worried...why don't you drink some porridge?"

"Okay," Sun Wenqu nodded, tilted his body and slowly slipped on the sofa, "Is there any way to make do with my window?"

"Yes," Fang Chi opened the door and installed the window back, but now the window will fall out, so he can only use a hanging piece to insert it under the window and stuck it. After finishing it, he went back to the house, "Don't open the window, the window will fall out."

"Hey Fang Xiaochi," Sun Wenqu smiled, "I find you are really capable."

"Do you want to take some medicine?" Fang Chi asked.

"Is it a treatment for mental illness?" Sun Wenqu said.

"...anti-fever medicine!" Fang Chi felt that he almost stopped talking.

"I took a pill of ibuprofen and it's much better. I'll be fine after a night's sleep," Sun Wenqu smiled, "Cook, I'm hungry."

Fang Chi went out and carried the dishes into the kitchen. After washing the dishes, he poked his head out and looked at Sun Wenqu: "You are not worried about that, are you?"

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu was stunned.

"I'm just lying to find mushrooms." Fang Chi said.

Sun Wenqu laughed, leaned on the sofa and laughed for a while before stopping: "Oh yes, I'm so worried, why are the people who lied to me lie in line?"

Fang Chi sighed and said nothing.

"Did you say it?" Sun Wenqu narrowed his eyes, "I can avoid this, I can't avoid that."

Fang Chi opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He looked at him for a while and went back to the kitchen.

The bacon and the fish were a little salty, and Sun Wenqukou was light, so Fang Chi blanched the meat and fish in water first. Although it was not that fragrant, it could be much lighter. He did not add salt when stir-frying.

When he brought the dishes out, he found that Sun Wenqu was asleep.

This time I was really asleep, my breathing was slow and my eyebrows were still furrowing.

Fang Chi didn't know whether he should wake him up, so he hesitated for a long time and finally decided not to call him. When he was a child, he had a fever, and his grandparents asked him to sleep. When he woke up, he would be much better.

He went to the kitchen to get two bowls, divided the dishes into half and put them in, and sat at the table and started eating quietly.

He was so hungry that he walked along the way, climbing over the wall and tearing down windows to cook. He put his chest on his back after making a set. He drank four or five bowls of porridge before he could recover.

"No." Sun Wenqu suddenly said on the sofa.

"Hmm?" Fang Chi turned his head and found that he was still closing his eyes and talking in his sleep?

"I don't." Sun Wenqu frowned and said again, his expression very unpleasant.

Even dreaming is twisting with people.

After dinner, Fang Chi cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen, closed the kitchen door before washing the dishes and chopsticks after boiling water.

Looking at the dishes left for Sun Wenqu in the kitchen, he opened the door while wondering whether to wake up Sun Wenqu and ask him to eat or leave a note.

As soon as the door opened, he saw Sun Wenqu standing at the door at some point. He almost stopped his inertia of walking out and met Sun Wenqu’s nose.

"Fuck!" Fang Chi was startled and jumped backwards.

"Looking at a pretty pure boy," Sun Wenqu entered the kitchen with a smile, "The dirty words are also very nimble."

"Scared me!" Fang Chi glared at him, "Aren't you sleeping?"

"Wake up," Sun Wenqu pinched a piece of bacon from the bowl and put it in his mouth, "It tasted good."

"Then you eat, it's still hot," Fang Chi took out his cell phone and looked at the time. "I have to go to school. I'll come here tomorrow to repair the windows for you."

"You can also repair windows?" Sun Wenqu said.

"Just make up a stick," Fang Chi said as he walked towards the living room. "It's not me that the burglar protection in your house is too bad, and the thief will not breathe when he comes in."

"Anyway, I won't live anymore." Sun Wenqu smiled.

Before Fang Chi could figure out what he meant, Sun Wenqu suddenly put his arm on his shoulder, and then he leaned over.

Because he was still having a fever, Sun Wenqu's body temperature quickly spread through his clothes with the smell of coconut milk.

"What are you doing?" Fang Chi quickly turned around. Sun Wenqu is a patient now, so he dared not throw the person away directly.

"Don't you go to school?" Sun Wenqu said.

"...Why?" Fang Chi carefully grabbed his wrist and took his arm off his shoulder.

"Take care for the slave owner who has fever." Sun Wenqu said.

"I..." Fang Chi bit his lip, "Why do you call Ma Liang to come over."

"Hey!" Sun Wenqu went back to the kitchen with a smile and brought the dishes out, "You go to school."

"Oh," Fang Chi picked up his schoolbag, walked two steps to the door and stopped again, "You call Ma Liang."

"Let's talk about it," Sun Wenqu sat down next to the table. "Ren Liangzi is not my subordinate. His wife and children are warm and there are no children, but they are quick..."

"Then you feel uncomfortable... call me." Fang Chi said as if he made up his mind.

Sun Wenqu waved at him.

Fang Chi didn't say anything else, opened the door and prepared to go out. Sun Wenqu said slowly behind him: "Do you know?"

"Hmm?" Fang Chi stopped.

"It's not like you, really homophobic and straight men," Sun Wenqu took a bite of the dish, raised his head and smiled at him, "I've seen it a lot."

Fang Chi stared at him for a long time, then turned around and closed the door.

When I was out of the yard, I still climbed over the wall directly, but after listening to the sound, Sun Wenqu felt that the movement must have fallen.

After eating alone against the unopened TV, Sun Wenqu went out with the unfinished food and a little cat food. He brought it with him much more than usual. It was colder, so there were more cats coming to eat for free than usual.

Today he wanted to make up for his sleepiness, but he didn't fall asleep. Fang Chi fell asleep when he was cooking, but the time was too short.

After feeding the cat, he didn't tease the cat for a while as usual. He went back directly and planned to take a pill and go to bed.

He told Fang Chi not to go to school not to make fun of Fang Chi, he didn't want to be alone.

It is impossible to go out with friends at this state. Just come to Ma Liang. You can tell at a glance that he has something to do. He doesn't want to discuss these annoying things with Ma Liang. After thinking about it, Fang Chi is the only person he can find.

Unfortunately, Fang Chi was scared away.

Scared away again.

Very good, can be given a painting.

Scare away once and send a painting to you.

After eating, he took medicine again. After taking a shower, he felt much more comfortable. He went back to the house and lay down on the bed. He was about to play with his cell phone when he went to bed when the phone rang.

Mom.

To be honest, Sun Wenqu doesn't want to talk to anyone at home now, but he still answered the phone: "Mom."

"Ask Qu, have your elder sister been to find you?" asked my mother.

"Well, I've found it," Sun Wenqu leaned against the head of the bed, took a flashlight and shone it on his feet, watching the toes on the wall being separated and closed and raised various straight shadows, "What."

"What do you think?" My mother's voice sounded a little worried.

"What do I think is important," said Sun Wenqu, "What do I think is the least important."

"Don't talk like this," my mother sighed, "What's the point of being stubborn like this?"

"Tell me dad, I am his son, not his work." Sun Wenqu said.

"Don't keep stubborn!" My mother's tone became stronger, "Do you know that your father was not talking about it this time!"

"I didn't say anything about it any time. I said I'd just give it to me for three years, so I didn't joke." Sun Wenqu frowned.

"If he really cut off your economy this time, you will have no way out," my mother was a little anxious, "Ask the Qu, my mother can't help you by then!"
Chapter completed!