The Spoiled Daily Life of the Villain’s Mother

"Wan Ding, let me ask you something."

        When Wan Ding received Qiao Huize's call, he almost thought that Qiao Huize had met something big like he was going to die.

        Because Qiao Huize never called him, and although Wan Ding, as the owner of the martial arts school, was also Qiao Huize's nominal boss, he had already gotten used to Qiao Huize's high level of coldness.

        As soon as he received the call from Qiao Huize, Wan Ding's little heart skipped a beat. And then hearing Qiao Huize speak in his usual low, indifferent and undistinguishable emotion in his voice, Wan Ding almost panicked.

        Even if Qiao Huize said he was being chased by a group of bandits in a law and order society, Wan Ding would have believed it, because Qiao Huize was too much of a martial arts cultivation protagonist.

        "You say, Mr. Qiao, what's wrong?" Wan Ding hurriedly said, "What problems are you having? I can help."

        Qiao Huize paused for a moment.

        "I just sneezed."

        "Yes!" Wan Ding listened carefully.

        "I'm a little dizzy now, and it's cold." Qiao Huize continued.

        Wan Ding suddenly felt something was wrong somewhere, was it not a chase ......?

        "Mr. Qiao, are you ...... not feeling well?" Wan Ding asked tentatively.

        "I have not been sick before." Qiao Huize said, "so let me ask you, I analyze that I may have a cold. Do you think so?"

        Wan Ding burst into tears.

        Qiao Huize was a man of high attainment in swordplay, but he didn't expect him to be so simple in his personal life that he couldn't even figure out a cold.

        When he heard that Qiao Huize had stayed out all night last night, drank wine and slept, Wan Ding was already helpless.

        "What do you think, Mr. Qiao? You slept outside in such cold weather when you were drunk, it's a good thing you didn't freeze to death!" He said, "You're catching a cold."

        "How long will it take to heal?"

        "About seven days." Wan Ding said, "Do you want some medicine?"

        "No, I don't think so." It's only seven days, there's no need to take medicine.

        "By the way, sir, do you have a fever now?"

        "How can you tell if you have a fever?"

        "Take a thermometer and hold it under your armpit, or there is a forehead thermometer to measure it. But ......" Wan Ding said hesitantly, "I don't think your house has such a thing."

        "How many degrees is considered a fever?" Qiao Huize asked calmly.

        "37.5 is a low fever, past 38 degrees you need to cool it down. Or I'll buy one and send it over to you ......"

        "I think it should be around 39 degrees now." Qiao Huize said. He calmly put down his hand.

        Wan Ding: ......

        Don't tell him that Qiao Huize took the measurement himself.

        "I'd better go over there." Wan Ding was even more uneasy than just now.1

        Qiao Huize couldn't argue with Wan Ding, in fact, he didn't make much effort to refuse. Qiao Huize was always a cold elite professor with few words in school. In fact, he is not familiar with those people in the school, and his values are too different, so he has no deep friends at all.1

        And Wan Ding, the two have known each other for several years, and had the same interest in martial arts. The general public can't stand Qiao Huize's aloof and cold personality, but Wan Ding is used to seeing all kinds of strange-tempered masters since he was young, so he can tolerate Qiao Huize instead.

Qiao Huize was a little hungry, and his head was uncomfortable. Wan Ding had to come, so he reported his address. He never even thought how hard it was for people to rush to half the city early in the morning of the Spring Festival.

        There was no one at all on the morning of the Spring Festival when Wan Ding drove. So he arrived in less than half an hour for an hour's drive.

        Wan Ding knocked on the door, Qiao Huize opened it for him, Wan Ding looked at Qiao Huize's bland look, as if he hadn't been ill at all.

        Wan Ding reached out and touched Qiao Huize's forehead, it was hot.

        "My little ancestor." Wan Ding was terrified and hurried into the house, handing the hot porridge he brought in his bag to Qiao Huize, "Drink up and go lie down on the bed to cover the sweat."

        It must be because of high fever, but Qiao Huize's pair of phoenix eyes looked also a bit lazy, accepting the takeaway from Wan Ding, he sat at the table a little bit to eat. Wan Ding looked around Qiao Huize's house and felt that this simple style was quite like Qiao Huize's style.

        He opened the refrigerator, only a few handfuls of green vegetables was drooping in it. He pulled open the bottom, there was some meat frozen inside, just a fist big.

        "Do you usually eat bird food?" Wan Ding said in disbelief.

        "Usually eat at the school canteen." Qiao Huize replied lazily.

        "What about summer and winter vacations?"

        "Drinking."

        Wan Ding was speechless for a while.

        How did Qiao Huize live to be so old?1

        When Qiao Huize finished drinking the porridge, Wan Ding urged him to hurry back to bed and cover up, then gave him the fever-reducing medicine he brought. Qiao Huize seems to be a bit uncomfortable with the medicine, but Wan Ding gave it to him and ate it.

        "You can't spoil yourself like this, although you are indeed skilled in swordplay and have a better physique than ordinary people, but you can't wreak havoc." Wan Ding said bitterly, "How many people froze to death outside after drinking wine, and you even ran outside to sleep by yourself? Do you want to die? Do you really think you are a martial arts master with internal strength, huh?"

        But he really is an even better master than a martial arts master. Only in a previous life.

        Qiao Huize didn't say anything, and Wan Ding thought again that he had made him angry by speaking too heavily. He just want to explain two more sentences when Qiao Huize spoke slyly, "I haven't caught a cold before."

      "... didn't you come from the south? Can winter be the same in the South and the north? " Wan Ding couldn't help but say, "It's a miracle you didn't get sick before!"

        Qiao Huize was too lazy to care about him. His long eyelashes blinked, this first time he had a fever, he just felt very tired and wanted to sleep, but did not feel anything else, he did not understand why Wan Ding was so nervous.