Eight Hundred and Forty-Seven Punishment (I)

"...Hmm. A little uncomfortable..." Qiqi mumbled unconsciously. The voice was soft and nasal, as if it was a bit coquettish.

The people over there felt like their hearts melted when they heard these words. Just ask: "Have you taken any medicine?"

The voice was much gentler.

"have eaten."

"How high is the fever?"

"...I don't know. I went to bed very early, so I haven't tested yet."

"Didn't have dinner?"

"……Um."

"you alone?"

"Yes." Her voice was light and became lighter and lighter.

After a while, she turned over and closed her eyes, "I feel bad, I won't tell you anymore...I'm going to sleep..."

"you……"

The person over there wanted to say something else, but she had already hung up the phone. He took the quilt, covered his head, and continued to sleep. However, my whole body hurt terribly.

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Tangmen.

in the room.

Tang Jue looked at the phone in confusion. For a while, her lovely nasal voice and her soft and coquettish voice lingered in his ears...

It feels unbearable.

The next moment, he lifted the quilt and stood up.

"Young Master, your fever is still going down." The servant saw her getting up and called out hurriedly.

He grabbed the ice pack off his head and threw it aside, "Bring me some clothes. By the way, have someone drive the car to the front yard."

"You want to go out now?"

"Um."

"But you still have a fever. Master Tang said..."

"Go and prepare." Tang Jue interrupted the other party's words without emotion.

Unbutton your nightgown.

Although he had been in the Tang family for a long time, the servant's heart beat faster when faced with this beautiful man's undressing behavior, and he turned around and went to the dressing room with a blushing face.

What a nosebleed~

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Qiqi was in a daze when she heard the doorbell ringing, thinking she was dreaming. The disturbing sound never ended, and she couldn't tell whether it was in a dream or reality, so she got up from the bed in a daze.

Top-heavy.

Feeling a little dizzy.

She didn't even put on a coat, so she arrived at the door wearing thin pajamas.

The moment she opened the door and saw the man in front of her, she was stunned for a moment. Then, he muttered: "I'm really dreaming..."

And, it’s still a nightmare.

I must have been pestered by Tang Jue for too long recently, so even in my dreams it was him.

This is a really bad thing.

Qiqi's pretty slender eyebrows frowned slightly, and she was about to close the door again. However, the man's hand was on the door, blocking her movement. There was expectation in his eyes, "Did you dream about me?"

"Hmm... Such a nightmare now..." Qiqi pried off his hand and muttered: "I want to sleep well, don't disturb me."

"..." Tang Jue's beautiful smile froze on his face.

Then, with just a slight push, the door opened, he went in, and closed the door heavily.

"Forget it." Qiqi looked at him a little depressed. Normally I couldn't fight him and couldn't do anything to him. Now in the dream, I couldn't do anything to him either. "You can play with yourself, I'll go back to sleep."

Tang Jue didn't even take off his shoes, and walked in swaggeringly.

He crossed his long legs, sat down on the sofa, and stared at her coldly. I saw her drowsily returning to the bedroom with squinted eyes.

but……

One minute later...

Qiqi, who had just pulled up the quilt to prepare for bed, stuck her head out again.

Realizing something was wrong, he suddenly seemed to be more than half awake.

Just now...it didn't seem like a dream. Is it the real Tang Jue? But...how could he appear here in the middle of the night?

Qiqi had a question in her mind. She took out her phone from under the pillow and took a look. It was already twelve o'clock.

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Two minutes later.

The bedroom door that had just been closed was now opened again from the inside.

Qiqi only opened the door a small crack and looked outside through the small crack. Sure enough, it wasn't Tang Jue who was sitting on the sofa with such swagger, who else?

Qiqi bit her lip in annoyance.

Why are you so careless? He actually let a big-tailed wolf into the house without even looking at the cat's eyes. It is said that it is easy to invite gods but difficult to send them away. Now it is absolutely impossible for her to drive Tang Jue away.

But, it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, what was he doing here? Moreover, it was her and Mo Xun's new house that came.

Qiqi was full of questions.

"The way you treat guests is to always peek at the guests?" Tang Jue asked. He turned his face slightly and looked at her through the small slit.

Outside, the lights are bright.

He was only wearing a simple white pullover and navy blue trousers. The legs of the trousers were rolled up slightly, revealing his delicate and beautiful ankles. It's a very simple outfit, but when worn by this man, it has a stunning beauty.

However, Qiqi could also see that he was probably still sick just like herself.

The fatigue between his brows and eyes was still obvious. There was a sickly flush on the face.

Since you are so sick, why don't you just take a good rest at home and come to her place?

"I'm thirsty. Pour me a glass of water." Tang Jue pinched his brows and said lazily, "You're at my place. I'll let you drink until you're full."

Qiqi had to come out, "But I didn't go to your place at twelve o'clock in the middle of the night."

Even if he were to be a guest, he would not do this.

Tang Jue smiled lazily and raised his charming lips, "Are you planning to settle a score with me in the middle of the night?"

"..." She wanted to, but she wasn't in such good spirits.

Qiqi passed by him and went to the kitchen to get some water. Tang Jue looked up at her back. She was wearing pajamas and pajamas with small floral patterns, which looked very fresh.

Her snow-white arms and slender and beautiful calves were exposed. Her ankles were exposed in the slippers, which were very cute.

Tang Jue looked at her and frowned.

Usually, she dressed like this in front of Mo Xun? Did she know that with this look, it was very likely that her bent body would be straightened.

Qiqi poured the water and came out of the kitchen. But he was no longer on the sofa, only his CF98 car keys were thrown aside.

Where did he go?

"Tang Jue?" Qiqi called him, her voice was a little hoarse.

"Here."

She realized that he was in the corridor indoors. It seemed that he was visiting her and Mo Xun's new house. At this moment, he was standing in front of the largest wedding photo hanging in the corridor, his handsome face hidden in the dim light, and it was difficult to tell his mood at the moment.

"Water." Qiqi handed over the water.

He didn't answer, but just looked at the photoshopped wedding photo and asked, "When are you going to get divorced?"

"..." Qiqi didn't plan to answer him, "Mr. Tang, can I ask why you came here tonight?"

"You still have ten days."

"... I said, I don't plan to divorce him." So, he came here to urge her to divorce?

"I also said, you will bear the consequences at your own risk." Tang Jue brought the water over and drank it elegantly. In the simple words, there was a hint of danger that could not be provoked.