"Momo, mom will come find you later, okay?"

An Zimo was not surprised at all that An Xiang would leave. How could a soft-hearted girl like her leave others alone? If it were him, he would care whether others live or die.

An wanted to leave with her bag and take a taxi to Jiangting Tower.

Pei Yizhou lived alone in a small two-story house. Compared to his status, this small villa was much simpler. An wanted to enter the door code given by Xu Chuan and enter the living room quietly.

It was very dark and she couldn't find the light.

An wanted to walk around blindly, but she stumbled and bumped into something. Then the lights came on, and the man with a gray face stared at her with a pair of dark and deep eyes.

An Xiang originally thought that Pei Yizhou was drunk and unconscious, but he didn't expect that he could still stand up properly. He was stunned for a moment and was about to turn around and leave. However, the next second he felt dizzy, his legs were weak, and he was about to fall.

, Pei Yizhou helped her body from behind.

"Are you okay?" His voice was extremely hoarse, as if his throat had been cut. It was not as clear as before, and it was hoarse with vicissitudes of life.

An wanted to be speechless, her brain ached dullly.

Pei Yizhou directly picked her up from the waist, turned around and took her back to the room.

An Xiang was uneasy, "Since you're fine, just let me go. Mo Mo is still in the hospital."

Pei Yizhou said nothing and gently placed her on the big bed in the bedroom.

The bed is very soft and comfortable, and the quilt smells like a man.

An Xiang began to feel sleepy. She forced her eyelids not to close and struggled to get up, "I'm going back."

"Lie down." Pei Yizhou ordered coldly.

An Xiang pursed her lips angrily, "Your cousin said you were drunk, but I think you're fine."

The meaning in her tone was very obvious.

Pei Yizhou was drunk, vomited twice, and drank sobriety medicine, and now he is almost sober.

His eyes were solemn and he stared at An Xiang's face quietly.

An Xiang's current condition is very bad. She seems to have lost a lot of weight in just two days, and her face has no color, making her already slender look even more frail.

Pei Yizhou pinched his eyebrows and said, "Go to sleep."

"Momo is in the hospital."

"I will send someone over to look at it, and I will take care of it tomorrow."

"That's not OK."

An couldn't help but fell back down as soon as he sat up from the bed.

She coughed several times in succession and touched her head. It was very hot and she had a fever.

Don't you have a cold?

Thinking of this, An Xiang's breathing became messy.

"Be obedient and rest here." Pei Yizhou softened his attitude and coaxed him in a good voice.

An Xiang still hadn't forgotten what he said this morning. He opened his big eyes and said ruthlessly: "But I'm not familiar with you."

This sentence made Pei Yizhou feel angry. He suppressed his anger and said more patiently: "Then you can use my place as a B&B and pay me one night's rent. Is that okay?"

"become."

An Xiang took out his cell phone and actually gave him a thousand yuan red envelope.

Pei Yizhou almost died of anger. He finally knew that this woman was deliberately causing trouble for him.

An Xiang was indeed feeling uncomfortable. He was light-headed and had a scratchy throat. His coughing worsened after lying down. He obviously wanted to sleep, but was too groggy to fall asleep.

Pei Yizhou took her temperature, found cold medicine from the medicine box and gave it to her.

An Xiang drank the medicine and her breathing gradually stabilized.

Looking at that haggard face, Pei Yizhou's disappointment that he had accumulated all day suddenly turned into distress. He looked at her and said softly: "If you don't feel well, why are you here?"

"Your brother said you are dying."

"..."

Neuropathy.

Pei Yizhou secretly scolded Xu Chuan and carefully tucked the quilt in for An Xiang.

She hadn't closed her eyes for almost twenty-four hours, and the effect of the medicine made her fall into a deep sleep quickly.

Pei Yizhou had been sitting by the bed and watching over her. His cold fingers couldn't help but rub her smooth cheek gently. He could see that she was very tired and uncomfortable, and the color of her soul was dimmed by the disease.

An Xiang always seemed to care about the situation of the people around him. Even though he said that the two of them had nothing to do with each other, he still rushed to his side as soon as possible. In comparison, he seemed like an immature child.

"cough……"

She was coughing again, Pei Yizhou took a glass of warm water, carefully helped An and thought, "Drink some water."

An Xiang was so delirious from the fever that he opened his eyes drowsily and slowly took a few sips of water.

"Call me at five o'clock. I have to go back and make breakfast for Mo Mo." An Xiang's voice was vague and she fell asleep after speaking.

Pei Yizhou did not respond.

The night outside the window is deep and the moonlight is shallow.

He stayed by the bed like a competent knight.

Pei Yizhou didn't know how to take care of others, so he awkwardly changed the towel over and over again. He didn't relax until An Xiang's body temperature dropped.

The night passed very quickly, and at five o'clock the sky turned white.

Pei Yizhou first contacted the nanny and family doctor to take care of Anxiang, then took a bath and changed clothes, and finally drove to the pediatric hospital alone.

Early in the morning at the pediatrician's office is the noisiest time, and the corridors are filled with the sounds of crying babies.

Pei Yizhou walked straight to the end of the corridor without squinting.

Compared with other wards, this ward is extremely quiet.

When Pei Yizhou arrived, Qiuyang was brushing his teeth and washing his face, and An Zimo was sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book.

His appearance made An Zimo stunned for a while. The little guy poked his head and looked behind him. When he saw that there was no sign of An Xiang, his face instantly sank and he made a sound without giving any dignity.

"Your mother is sick." Pei Yizhou said directly.

An Zimo still remembered the time when he was drunk, and couldn't help but ridicule: "It's so hard to take care of an alcoholic, he must be sick."

"Say more?" Pei Yizhou's eyes were full of meaning.

An Zimo rolled his eyes expressionlessly and continued reading.

"Here, eat."

"Not hungry."

"Eat it or not." Pei Yizhou put the lunch box on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down directly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of you even if your mother is not here."

An Zimo's little face twisted together.

At this time, Qiuyang came out of the bathroom and looked at the two of them very freshly, "Brother Zimo, is this your dad? You two really have a father-son relationship."

Pei Yizhou smiled: "Thank you."

An Zimo stared back.

"Did your dad bring you breakfast? Brother Zimo, you are so lucky. Your mom and dad took turns bringing you food."

An Zimo was already unhappy, but he was even more upset when he said this, "Can you stop making me feel like I'm just squatting?"

Qiuyang blinked innocently: "What does squatting mean?"

"Just going to jail."

"Why are you in jail?"

An Zimo was completely impatient and shouted: "I'm not in jail!"

Qiu Yang felt confused, "But first you said you were in jail?"

An Zimo had a lump in his throat, and the wound was swollen with anger.

He was too lazy to argue with the child and read quietly while leaning on the pillow.

"Read after you finish eating." Pei Yizhou took out the book and took out the breakfast he bought.

An Zimo didn't want to eat outside at all.

At first, I didn't feel that, but now that I'm used to An Xiang's cooking, I feel disgusted no matter how much food I taste. His lips were tightened, and his face was full of resentment.

Qiu Yang laughed from behind: "Uncle, you have to feed me. Brother Zimo has to feed Aunt Anxiang every meal."

An Zimo's face was distorted and his mentality was completely broken: "Qiuyang, don't talk nonsense! I have to feed her every meal!"

"You are what you are, slightly."

That provocative gesture made An Zimo very unhappy, so he jumped out of bed and prepared to fight Qiu Yang for three hundred rounds.
To be continued...