Sick?
An Yan’s eyebrows are screwed tightly, and he is still holding the words in his hand. "If you are sick, please ask the doctor to call me."
"But Mr. Xiao seems really uncomfortable now. I just asked me to make him a cup of black coffee. I saw that his face was ugly and his face was cold sweat. You’d better go and have a look."
It’s not that I didn’t think he was ill because he seemed to look really ugly this day, but he was in good spirits last night. Is it because he said that she really messed him up at night?
But Anyan didn’t remember anything except getting up early and seeing the blue needle on the back of her hand and knowing that she was really sick last night and lost fluids.
But at the moment, she doesn’t want to compromise. "If you really can’t hold on, call a doctor or send me to the hospital. Since you can still call me, the situation is ok, but I have something to do now."
"Miss Ann, Mr. Xiao got sick because he took care of you. I heard that he got up early this morning to make breakfast for you. Can’t you even go and see him?"
The atmosphere was a little sauce, and I looked at Poria stupefied.
After a long time, she squinted and smiled. "You make it sound like what happened to me last night. I’m also a little curious. Why did I suddenly get sick when I came here yesterday? Even sick to the point where the doctor came over overnight. "
Poria was silent for several seconds before she bowed her head. "… I don’t know if you want to ask Mr. Xiao, but we were all called by Mr. Xiao in the middle of the night, and Joe invited Dr. Shen at three or four in the middle of the night."
It’s clear whether Poria is lying or not, and Jing Jing also said that they came last night.
Although there is no specific time, it is at least after midnight.
She bit her teeth and clutched her hand tightly. There was no impression in her brain, and many scattered memories appeared in her mind.
And Xiao Jinggang just said those words to her outside, which filled her mind.
In the end, she followed the Fuling building, but the man was not in the room. His notes were still on the table. The display screen was a complex economic curve. Fuling made coffee and put it aside without any passive traces.
Poria cocos frowned. "Just now Mr. Xiao was still sitting here and it was very uncomfortable."
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Chapter 1
The atmosphere is a little stiff. Poria quickly looked up and looked at Anyan and said, "Miss Ann, I didn’t lie to you. Mr. Xiao is really uncomfortable …"
Xiao Jing’s room is very big, many walls are high to the top of the wall, and there are many green plants in the room. Poria went in and looked into the depths two steps, and there was no one on the sofa over there with the floor-to-ceiling windows.
When I turned around again, Anyan had disappeared at the door.
An Yan found Xiao Jing in her room once.
To her surprise, when she was away from all the decorations in the room for so long, she was as angry and fresh as before, and there was no trace of dust in the room.
She knocked on the door and went in. Almost at a glance, she saw a tall man on the side of her window. His body was still a gray knitted sweater at home. What was he looking at with his head down at the moment?
Section 31
Hearing the sound of the door, the man turned around and looked at her half-squinting.
An Yan walked straight towards him. Xiao Jing hooked his lips and smiled. "Are you awake?"
The man’s voice is deep and hoarse. As Poria said, he should be ill because Anyan thinks there is a burning sensation in his voice.
She quietly looked up at him without saying anything, but in his eyes, he gently stood on tiptoe and his fingers covered his forehead. At that time, the man noticed that the hot forehead touched her cool palm and spilled a sigh from his mouth.
An Yan’s eyebrows tightened. I just wanted to withdraw my finger, but I didn’t expect him to raise his hand and hold her finger and say to her warmly, "That’s it."
The woman’s lips are open. "Poria said you don’t look well. Do you want to call a doctor?"