Feng Zhiming was sitting in the passenger seat, his head becoming heavier and heavier. Ling Yanyan freed up a hand and reached towards his hot forehead, stepped on the accelerator and accelerated the car.
Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. "Can you still walk?" Ling Yanyan supported his strong body.
As soon as he walked in, he met Lu Zehao walking down, "Yanyan, why are you here?"
"Brother Zehao, his whole body feels hot and he has a fever." Ling Yanyan's face was full of worry.
"Let's help him in first!" Lu Zehao and Ling Yanyan helped Feng Zhiming to the left and right into a ward.
"Are you okay?" Ling Yanyan held him tightly with her little hands.
Feng Zhiming's big hand held her small hand, "I'm fine, you care about me so much?"
"You are all sick, but you are still smiling playfully." Ling Yanyan wanted to be angry, but she couldn't.
Lu Zehao personally checked Feng Zhiming, "It should be fine, but you need a good rest. I'll just prescribe some more medicine."
Feng Zhiming opened his eyes and looked at Lu Zehao, but he still felt a little familiar.
Lu Zehao patted Ling Yanyan on the shoulder, "Thank you, he is Yiyi's biological father, right?" He lowered his voice and whispered in her ear.
"No..." Ling Yanyan wanted to deny it, but couldn't.
Maybe, they all saw it, but he was the only one who foolishly wanted to hide it from everyone.
Ahem, Feng Zhiming deliberately coughed twice.
Ling Yanyan immediately ran over, "What's wrong with you?"
Feng Zhiming held Ling Yanyan's hand tightly, said nothing, and leaned on her thin shoulder.
Lu Zehao smiled and walked out of the ward.
"Let's go!" Feng Zhiming stood up from the hospital bed.
"Hey, you, you can't!" Ling Yanyan tried her best to stop her, but she still couldn't.
Lu Zehao held a bag in his hand, "Yanyan, this is medicine, and the instructions on how to take it are on it."
Ling Yanyan took the medicine and said, "Thank you, Brother Zehao."
Feng Zhiming walked forward without looking back, and Ling Yanyan could only say goodbye in a hurry.
"Yanyan, are you coming to see Zehao?" Lin Xiulan's voice sounded at this time. Ling Yanyan stopped and turned to the source of the voice, "Auntie, come to see brother Zehao! I have something to leave first.
Already." Ling Yanyan looked at Feng Zhiming standing two steps away from her, frowning at her.
"Are you sick?" Lin Xiulan asked with concern as she looked at Ling Yanyan holding the medicine in her hand.
Ling Yanyan shook her head desperately. "I'm fine."
Lin Xiulan's concern made Ling Yanyan a little overwhelmed.
"Mom, why are you here?" After Lu Zehao came back, he saw Lin Xiulan pulling Ling Yanyan, who had a troubled look on her face, and Feng Zhiming, who was not far away and had an unsightly expression.
"Haoze, what a coincidence. I originally wanted to find you and let you bring Yanyan and Yiyi to my house for dinner at night. Unexpectedly, I bumped into Yanyan." Lin Xiulan brought Ling Yanyan to Lu Zehao's side.
He pushed and brought the two of them closer.
Feng Zhiming came over and said, "Ling Yanyan, what are you doing here!" He shouted at her, his throat hurting hoarsely.
"Who are you? Why are you yelling like this with Yanyan? She is my future daughter-in-law," Lin Xiulan yelled back when she saw Feng Zhiming.
But Ling Yanyan and Lu Zehao didn't know what to do. The two of them wouldn't just fight like this, right? After the two looked at each other, Ling Yanyan took Feng Zhiming and Lu Zehao took Lin Xiulan's arm and walked towards two different places.
Walk in the direction.
"You brat, why are you holding me back?" he said while turning his head, "Yanyan, come to my house for dinner tonight!"
Ling Yanyan could only pretend that she didn't hear anything and pulled Feng Zhiming into the car.
"What's going on? Future daughter-in-law?" Feng Zhiming grabbed Ling Yanyan's wrist as soon as he got into the car.
Ling Yanyan exclaimed in pain, "It hurts so much, let go!"
"Tell me! What's going on between you and that man?" He's not a fool. How could he not see it?
"He and I..." Ling Yanyan stopped mid-sentence.
It doesn’t matter!
How she wanted to tell him this! But, she couldn't!
"He and I are an unmarried couple." Ling Yanyan held back the pain and answered his question.
Feng Zhiming increased the strength on his hand, "Ling Yanyan, you are brave enough, very good! Then go find him!" After saying this, he let her go and got out of the car.
Ling Yanyan looked at his leaving figure and put her hand on her left chest. It hurt!
A few seconds later, Ling Yanyan also got out of the car and caught up with Feng Zhiming.
"You're still sick, where are you going?" Ling Yanyan pulled his sleeve.
"Why are you so angry now? Are you confused because of the fever?" Ling Yanyan felt it was very hot as soon as she held his hand.
"Do you sympathize with me? Do you pity me?" Feng Zhiming narrowed his eyes slightly.
Ling Yanyan looked at his eagle eyes, which were bottomless, and wanted to retreat, but she didn't.
"I don't care. Anyway, you are sick now and I have to take care of you." Ling Yanyan started to get stubborn with him.
Feng Zhiming quickened his pace. Ling Yanyan was wearing high heels and couldn't keep up with him.
In the end, Ling Yanyan just jogged. She accidentally sprained her foot, screamed in pain, and fell to the ground.
After Feng Zhiming heard her cry of pain, he stopped, turned around, shook his head helplessly, and walked back to help her up.
"Does it hurt?" Feng Zhiming asked her in a soft voice.
Ling Yanyan held back the pain and said, "I'm fine. Don't be angry. Let's go back first, okay?" She pulled his sleeve pitifully.
"Okay, go back, but before you go back, you have to go to the hospital to check your foot injury." Feng Zhiming picked her up.
Ling Yanyan shook her head, "No need, the injury is not serious anyway, I want to go back now."
He had a fever and had to hold her. Ling Yanyan's nose suddenly became sore and her tears flowed down unsatisfactorily.
"Why are you crying? It's me who has a fever and I'm holding you." Feng Zhiming still hesitated when he touched Ling Yanyan.
Due to Ling Yanyan's persistence, Feng Zhiming could only drive back to the villa.
Ling Yanyan was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Feng Zhiming went to the refrigerator in the dining room and took out ice cubes and poured them into a basin. He gently took off her high heels and put her red and swollen feet in.
In ice cubes.
"It hurts, please be gentle!" Ling Yanyan cried out in pain.
Feng Zhiming rolled his eyes at her, "Do you know it hurts now?" Although he said this, the movements of his hands were much lighter.
Ling Yanyan pursed her lips and said, "I'm sorry!"
Her little hand touched his face, "Zhi Ming, you're so hot, take medicine first! I'm fine."
Feng Zhiming ignored it and still picked up the ice cube and applied it to the red and swollen area on his ankle.
His tenderness made her intoxicated, but all this could not last forever, it was just her temporary expectation.
It wasn't until the redness and swelling on her ankles faded slightly that he took a towel and wiped her feet dry.
"Are you feeling better?" Feng Zhiming asked softly.
Ling Yanyan nodded, "Well, it doesn't hurt anymore." She put on her slippers.
"Will you take medicine too?" Ling Yanyan handed the medicine beside the sofa to Feng Zhiming.
Feng Zhiming's face slowly came closer, "You feed me."