In desperation, Ouyang Zuo helped Bo Qichen hold the umbrella all the way. got into the car, Bo Qichen sat next to Yan Yanqi the whole time, and then held her hand and personally poured the spare antipyretic medicine in the car into Yan Yanqi.
Bo Qichen did not send Yan Yanqi to the hospital, but immediately notified Dr.
Liang to hurry back to the imperial capital.
Of course, Yan Yanqi is only having a fever at the moment, and he is no longer vomiting blood, so there is nothing serious, and the fever will go away.
After all, he can't believe the hospital outside, in case Yan Yanqi is poisoned or something Outside the door of Bo Qichen's bedroom, Ouyang put his left hand around his chest, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking, his eyes were firmly fixed on the door in front of him.
"Don't leave yet, what are you doing standing at the door" Dongfang Bo looked at Yang Zuo, a little unclear.
Standing at the door of the Seventh Master and staring at this door, what is it looking at There are flowers, but there are no flowers Ouyang Zuo came back to his senses, touched his chin with one hand, raised his eyebrows and looked at Dongfang Bo lowered his voice, and said, "Don't you think something is wrong?"
"I think."
Dongfang Bo glanced at him and replied seriously.
Ouyang Zuo was a little surprised: "You can also see it" Dongfang Bo's expression was true, he raised his hand and touched his glasses, and he said, "I can see that you are a little abnormal." ” Ouyang Zuo: "" you Rolling his eyes, he spoke, "I mean, do you feel a subtle vibe." ” "Hmm" Dongfang Bo didn't understand very much, and looked at him curiously.
"At first glance, you are a nerd, a guy with IQ and no emotional intelligence."
Ouyang Zuo snorted, looking at Dongfang Bo's eyes with some disgust, and then when Dongfang Bo opened his mouth to refute, he opened his mouth and said: "There is a sour smell of love, do you smell it?"
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Dongfang Bo glanced around, there was nothing in the empty corridor.
The sour smell of love "You miss your stinky tofu" "Roll out" Ouyang raised his left temple, and he really wanted to slap this fool with no emotional intelligence to death "Don't you think that along the way, the seventh master is very different from Xiao Qi's eyes, full of worry, and there is a trace of complexity in the worry, and there is a trace of relief in the complexity, and there is a trace of relief in the satisfaction."
"You can understand the emotions of the seventh master, and it is not normal for the seventh master to worry about Xiao Qi" Dongfang Bo didn't understand what this had to do with the word love.
Ouyang Zuo frowned: "You don't feel that there is a trace of hidden love in the eyes of the company looking at Xiao Qi" "Go back and make up for sleep, don't talk nonsense, let the seventh master hear, don't think about it."
Looking at Dongfang Bo, who turned to leave, the corner of Ouyang's left mouth twitched.
Sure enough, it's a nerd guy with no emotional intelligence, and he's the only one with high emotional intelligence who feels it.
The seventh master seems to be a little different from Xiao Qi.
No, the seventh master will be bent With a "bang", the door in front of him was opened, and Bo Qichen had just finished bandaging the wound on the back of his neck than the doctor, and then he heard the sound of conversation at the door.
"You seem to be idle."
Leaning against the door, Bo Qichen looked at Ouyang Zuo with cold eyes and expressionless expressions.
"Seventh master, I still have a daydream to do, sleep first for respect" When the words fell, Ouyang ran away.
Watching the elevator door close, Bo Qichen slowly retracted his gaze, and what was in his mind was the conversation between Ouyang Zuo and Dongfang Bo just now.
Is there a love affair?
How did he not perceive: