As the three left, the whole bedroom was quiet again.

Jiang mianmianmian clenched Fu Jinhan's clothes tightly in his hands. He didn't know if he had dreamt of something terrible. He clenched his hands more and more tightly, and his nails almost pinched into his palms.

Seeing this, Fu Jin Han tightened his brows tightly and held Jiang Mianmian's hand.

"Let go, darling."

He side voice gentle coax, at the same time toward Jiang mianmianmian palm to see.

In such a short time, Jiang mianmianmian's palm has been pinched red, with semicircular nail prints on it.

"Well, Fu Jinhan, why are you here? Are you home yet? "

Jiang mianmianmian was so dazzled by Fu Jinhan that he opened his eyes and looked at him. There was a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Fu Jinhan nodded: "well, you have a fever, just took antipyretic medicine, how do you feel now?"

"It's uncomfortable. My nose is a little blocked."

Jiang mianmianmian breathed in his nose. He felt that the nostril on his left side was blocked by something, which was very uncomfortable.

She hit her head with her fist and felt a paste in her head.

"This is the normal phenomenon of fever. Just have a sleep. Let go of your hand first, good boy."

Fu Jin Han patiently explained, while spreading out her palm, her palm has been pinched purple, it looks very deep and shallow.

"I'll get the medicine for you." Fu chin Han frowned and opened his mouth.

"Well, don't go. Fu Jinhan, can you stay with me? " Jiang mianmianmian grabs Fu Jinhan's clothes with both hands and shrinks his neck. There is a trace of panic in his eyes.

Just now, she seemed to dream that when she was a child, the screeching sound of brakes and the sound of people walking around, followed by the scene of her parents' car accident, which made her feel deeply uneasy.

"Well, you release me first, so I can't move."

Fu Jin Han was acutely aware that Jiang mianmianmian was not in the right mood. He nodded and did not mention the matter of going downstairs to get the medicine. Instead, he sat back beside the bed.

"Oh." Jiang mianmianmian hears speech, loosen Fu Jinhan's clothes at once.

Then he moved towards the big bed and gave up a person's position. He looked at Fu Jin Han with bright eyes.

Fu Jin Han met Jiang Mianmian's expectant eyes. He moved and lay down beside her. Just as he lay down, Jiang Mianmian had already rolled into his arms.

Not only that, a pair of small hands also toward his clothes.

"Don't make noise and sleep well." Fu Jinhan grabs Jiang mianmianmian's dishonest hand and opens his mouth to her.

"Well, Fu Jinhan, good night." Jiang mianmianmian nodded.

With these words, he put his hands around Fu Jin Han's neck, put his head on his chest, and went to sleep contentedly.

This sleep, Jiang Mian sleep very stable.

At night, Fu's house was very quiet, and the bright moonlight came in through the curtains.

In her sleep, Jiang mianmianmian felt as if she was nestled in Da Mao's arms. Da Mao's fluffy and soft hair was like a quilt, warm on her body. She felt warm all night.

"Da Mao, you are warm."

The next morning, Jiang mianmianmian rubbed "big hair" in his sleep, with a happy smile on his face.

She moved her hands, and suddenly caught a strange thing in a daze, followed by a low laugh.

Jiang mianmianmian's hand's movement is stiff, can't believe of open eyes, the next second, just to a pair of deep cold eyes.