Not long after, Li Rui brought the doctor to the apartment, "Doctor, how is Yanyan? Is it serious?" Feng Zhiming asked anxiously after the doctor examined her.
"President, Miss Ling has a high fever, which may be due to a cold. I'll give her a fever-reducing injection, take some medicine, and let her rest for a day. If the fever still doesn't go away by night, send her to the hospital!" The doctor!
Said to Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming nodded, "Okay, I understand."
"Rui, I won't go to the company today. I'll cancel all my schedule today." Feng Zhiming decided to stay with her. She was sick, but he felt more uncomfortable than she did.
Li Rui and the doctor left the apartment. Feng Zhiming sat in front of the bed, his big hand touching her hot cheek. His brows were furrowed and he kept coughing.
"Yanyan, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Feng Zhiming lay on the bed, held her in his arms, and patted her back gently.
Ling Yanyan stretched out her hand to push him away, but she couldn't muster the strength. She even had no strength to shake her head, and headaches came over her.
When she fell asleep, Feng Zhiming got up and was busy in the kitchen, boiling water and cooking porridge.
After Ling Yanyan slept for a while, she vaguely heard a sound in the kitchen. She struggled to get out of bed. Before she could take two steps, her legs gave out and she fell to the ground. "Ah!" Ling Yanyan bumped into her.
On the coffee table, I almost fainted from the pain.
Feng Zhiming heard the noise, ran from the kitchen to the bedroom, picked up Ling Yanyan from the ground, "Didn't you sleep well? What are you doing when you get up?" While scolding her sternly, he gently moved his hands.
She put it on the bed and covered it with a quilt.
"I thought it was a thief." Ling Yanyan said hoarsely, reaching out and gently pulling the black nightgown on his body.
Feng Zhiming glared at her angrily: "A thief? What have you been thinking about in your little head all day? Also, even if you are a thief, is it useful for you to get up? Do you want to catch him? Do you think you are now
Is it possible?" The ignorant girl.
Ling Yanyan stroked her forehead, "I'm sorry, I'm confused because of the fever." As soon as she finished speaking, she coughed violently.
Feng Zhiming sat on the bed, patted her back, handed her a glass of water, and fed her herself.
"Okay, lie down and sleep for a while. I'll call you later when it's time to take medicine." Feng Zhiming covered her with the quilt, and she closed her eyes obediently.
Wang Xueyi didn't wait for Feng Zhiming to come back all night. He actually didn't show up at the villa after he agreed to move into the villa. She still didn't see him when she arrived at the company in the morning. He kept walking back and forth in the office and walked to the villa.
At the desk, he dialed the phone: "Secretary Lin, is the president here?"
"Mr. Wang, the president hasn't come today yet." Secretary Lin on the other end of the phone answered her formulaically.
Wang Xueyi's face was full of disappointment, "Oh, I see, what about Assistant Ling?" The answer was still the same. Wang Xueyi slammed the microphone on the table.
Wang Xueyi finally couldn't control her heart, took out her mobile phone from the white Dior handbag, and pressed the familiar number.
The call was picked up nearly half a minute later, "Hello, Zhi Ming? Where are you now?" Wang Xueyi asked incoherently as soon as she heard his magnetic voice.
Feng Zhiming walked to the living room and asked softly: "What's the matter?" His voice was cold and without any warmth, which was in sharp contrast to his attitude towards Ling Yanyan.
"Zhi Ming, what's happened to you recently? You promised to have lunch with me yesterday, why didn't you come? You didn't come back last night, which made me worry all night. Where are you now?" Wang Xueyi bombarded.
He kept asking questions.
Feng Zhiming took the phone away from his ear, and after she finished speaking, he said, "Are you going to interfere with my private life now?"
She is a good woman, but she is not what he likes. It has never been her that he loves.
"No, Zhi Ming, I'm just worried about you." Wang Xueyi could feel how indifferent he was on the other end of the phone.
Feng Zhiming heard a cough from the bedroom, "I have something to do, hang up first." He hung up the phone without giving her any chance to speak.
Wang Xueyi was holding her cell phone and was stunned. Zhi Ming must be with some woman, but who could it be? Is it Yu Na? Or Ling Yanyan? Or another woman?
No! No matter who it is, she can't let other women take away her Ming Dynasty. Mo Yuqing didn't get her Ming Dynasty back then, and she didn't become Mrs. Feng, let alone these extremely vulgar women, Feng Zhi Ming
She can only be his wife, and only she has the qualification to sit in the position of the wife of the president of Feng Group.
Feng Zhiming walked back to the bedroom, "What's wrong? Yanyan." He saw her stroking her chest, as if she was feeling uncomfortable.
Ling Yanyan shook her head and gasped for breath: "I'm fine. Is there something going on at the company? You go and do your work. I'll be fine if I sleep alone."
Feng Zhiming touched her face distressedly, "How can I rest assured that a stupid woman like you is at home alone? Are you hungry? I'll serve the porridge."
After a while, Feng Zhiming sat by the bed with a bowl of porridge, feeding her small bites, "Is it delicious?" Seeing that she had finished less than half of the bowl of porridge, she grinned with satisfaction.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "It's delicious and very filling. Thank you." Today, she saw a different side of Feng Zhiming. He was also gentle and considerate. What's more, he was also
Can cook such delicious porridge.
"I don't want to express my gratitude verbally, I prefer the actual one." He put the bowl on the bedside table and put his face close to it.
Ling Yanyan turned her head to the other side: "No. It will be contagious."
"Okay, just kidding you, I finally feel a little energetic. I was really scared by you this morning. You rest while I go get the medicine." Feng Zhiming considerately brought her a cushion to make her lean more comfortable.
Soon, Feng Zhiming was holding a water glass in one hand and a lot of medicine in the other.
Ling Yanyan looked at him: "You haven't eaten yet? It's all my fault. If it weren't for me..."
Putting down the water glass and medicine in his hand, Feng Zhiming stretched out his index finger and put it between her lips, "Shh, don't say anything. Just take the medicine."
Under the influence of the medicine, Ling Yanyan slept for another whole afternoon, and Feng Zhiming also stayed with her for the whole afternoon, never leaving her. When she woke up again, it was almost evening. When she sat up, she saw her sitting on the sofa.
Feng Zhiming looked at the information on his laptop.
Feng Zhiming looked up and saw Ling Yanyan who had woken up. "You're awake." He stood up and walked to her, touching her forehead affectionately. "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? The fever has gone down a little."
"I'm already fine." Ling Yanyan quickly got out of bed and turned around, "Look, I'm fine now." After turning around again, she felt dizzy and almost fell. Fortunately, Feng Zhiming held her up.