Eight Hundred and Forty-Eight Punishment (II)

Qiqi's heart jumped, not knowing what the consequences of his so-called "you have to bear the consequences yourself" would be. Or in other words, whether it was a consequence she could bear.

She instinctively avoided his topic.

She just took the empty cup from him and looked at him, "Mr. Tang, please go back. It's so late, I won't keep you."

This little woman has been chasing him away since he didn't even enter the door! When has he, Tang Jue, ever encountered such a nail?

Tang Jue's eyes were gloomy, and he didn't move. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. She was alert to pull it out, and her body instinctively stepped back.

He took a step forward, and she was directly pressed against the wall of the corridor. Tang Jue was very tall, and the shadow cast a heavy shadow on her. Qiqi felt a heavy sense of oppression.

She took a deep breath, held the cup tightly with one hand, and tried to push him away with the other hand. But the next moment, he suddenly raised his hand and covered her forehead with his big palm.

Qiqi was startled.

I just felt his palms were burning.

Her body was also extremely hot.

"Is your fever still not gone?" he asked.

Qiqi was a little confused, and her eyelashes were shaking violently, "...well, maybe."

"Didn't you have dinner?"

Qiqi raised her eyes questioningly, "...how do you know?"

It's not surprising that he knew about her high fever, after all, she met Tang Song in the hospital today.

But...

"Who do you think called just now?" He narrowed his eyes.

"Phone?" Qiqi murmured these two words, and finally understood, "So, it was you who talked to me on the phone just now?"

Tang Jue's hand moved away from her forehead, and his fingertips fell dangerously on her little face that was a little flushed because of the fever. "Baby, tell me, who do you think I am?"

"..."

Qiqi pursed her lips and stopped talking. She felt that if she said it was Mo Xun, this man who would not tolerate any provocation would definitely be furious.

She had seen him lose his temper before, and last time he dragged her into his car, and she was almost...

Qiqi didn't want to provoke him again, so she just took his hand off her face, "I... feel a little uncomfortable, I want to sleep... If you have anything to say, let's talk during the day."

"Yeah. Where is the thermometer?"

"Yeah?" The sudden question made Qiqi lose consciousness.

"You can sleep, but take your temperature before you go to sleep."

Tang Jue said, and stepped back. Qiqi stared at him blankly, and his beautiful lips opened, "Why don't you go get it?"

"..."

Qiqi looked for the thermometer in the medicine box. During the whole process, her mind was actually a little confused. Did Tang Jue drive here from Tangmen specifically because of the phone call with her?

She lived in a completely different district from Tangmen, and it took more than an hour to cross the district and take the viaduct.

He was so sick, and he drove for more than an hour in the middle of the night, which was actually very hard. Right now, she felt dizzy even when she stood for a while, as if she was going to fall at any time.

Qiqi found that she could not figure out Tang Jue's thoughts at all. He just wanted to spend time to make her willingly fall into his hands? Is he really so keen on this kind of game? If so, he is a natural hunter...

"What are you thinking about?"

Just as she was squatting on the ground with her medicine box in her arms and thinking about it, Tang Jue's figure came from behind. The voice, hoarse, fell into her ears.

Qiqi looked at him and inexplicably did not dare to look at him again. She just shook her head, took out the thermometer, and put it in her mouth after a simple disinfection. She said nothing, and no longer cared about Tang Jue, and walked to the sofa and sat down silently.

Feeling very uncomfortable again, she grabbed a pillow and hugged it in her arms, curled herself up, closed her eyes, and pretended to take a nap.

But even so, she still couldn't ignore the extremely strong presence of another man in the room. She felt that the man seemed to have entered the restaurant. What was he doing in the restaurant?

Qiqi was curious, but didn't dare to open her eyes.

And then...

A minute later, a voice that couldn't be colder was heard in the restaurant.

"Qiqi, come here!"

Just five simple words.

But every word was spoken with great emphasis.

Sitting on the sofa, Qiqi could even imagine his eyes full of anger and threats.

But...

Did she challenge him again?

"I'll count to three, come here, don't let me catch you." His tone was very cold.

Qiqi frowned, and finally, she put the pillow down helplessly, slid down from the sofa, and walked into the restaurant.

Tang Jue stood by the dining table.

From her angle, she could only see his tense side profile. What happened to him?

Tang Jue's eyes swept across her face with coldness and even indifference.

He pointed at the things on the table with a long finger, and there was a sneer at the corner of his lips: "What is this?"

Qiqi looked in the direction of his finger and was silent immediately.

That was the bullwhip soup made by Mo's mother...

"You made it yourself, but you don't recognize it?" Tang Jue's eyes were full of ice. He originally wanted to see what kind of life this woman and Mo Xun usually lead, but he didn't expect...

Heh~

What a surprise.

"It's... you know." Qiqi took the thermometer out of her mouth, and couldn't say the word "bullwhip".

However, what was Tang Jue angry about? She couldn't figure it out.

But, as soon as she finished speaking, the next moment, she felt her body soar into the air.

Tang Jue held her hips and carried her directly to the dining table. Because of his anger, his big hand was still pinching her buttocks heavily. Qiqi was startled and subconsciously wanted to slide down from the table, but his long legs pushed her knees apart without saying anything, and his tall body squeezed between her legs aggressively. The tight pressure was followed by questioning:

"Are you so hungry now?"

"You...what did you say?"

Tang Jue was really angry, and his anger was not small. His big hand reached directly into her pajamas and pushed aside the covering.

His long fingers were very hot.

And very powerful.

She suddenly felt like she was passing through electricity.

That feeling was so strange that it was scary.

Qiqi was really scared, her little face flushed, and she was at a loss for a moment. When she came to her senses, she wanted to take his hand out, but he withdrew the strength in his hand, not only did he not let go, but he also increased the strength wantonly.

"You can't do this, or are you expecting me to do this?" He looked down upon her, his lips almost touching hers but not touching them, as if he was playing with her.