An Leer endured a cough, which was the result of the cold shower she took all night long. When she learned that Nangong Ling would return to China today, she could not think of a better way to get Nangong Ling to look at her: "She... went abroad yesterday...
...To participate in the film festival, I...there is no one around me..." After saying that, the phone was thrown to the ground.
Hearing a "dong" sound from the other side, Nangong Ling became even more nervous: "Le'er, Le'er, talk, Le'er..." After shouting more than ten times without any response, Nangong Ling directly picked up the coat he had just taken off and said to
Run to the underground garage.
Nangong Ling dialed the number of An Leer's agent, took out the key from the company and went to An Leer's apartment. When he opened the door, he saw that the phone was thrown aside. An Leer was wearing a set of almost transparent red suspender pajamas.
Already fallen into coma.
After taking a few steps and squatting down, Nangong Ling hugged An Leer into his arms and shouted urgently: "Le'er, Le'er, wake up..." The person in his arms was unconscious and stretched out his hand.
After touching her forehead, his guess was correct. An Leer had a fever. He looked around and saw a bottle of antipyretic medicine on the table.
She picked up Anle and put it on the bed in the bedroom. The bedroom was exquisitely decorated. There was a golden nanmu double bed in the center of the room. There were two green fashionable swivel chairs under the window, and there was a dark brown high-legged chair next to it.
There are several magazines placed on the small cabinet, and the wardrobe in the boudoir is made of finely crafted jade handles inlaid on golden nanmu.
Nangong Ling was not in the mood to watch everything in the room. After covering An Leer with the quilt, he returned to the living room, took the antipyretic medicine from the glass coffee table, poured a glass of warm water and returned to the bedroom, helped An Leer from the bed and leaned against him.
He carefully put the medicine into her mouth, then pinched the corners of her lips and poured the water in.
After doing all this, Nangong Ling looked at the woman on the bed. It was not that he was not gentle, but that tenderness was only for the woman he loved most, and he could stand here now only because she had left traces in his life.
He stood up and wanted to leave this beauty's boudoir. He shouldn't have come, but in the end he came because he was worried about her body. The person on the bed stretched out his hot hand to hold Nangong Ling who wanted to leave.
Regardless of her physical weakness, An Leer used her other hand to support her already thin body. She did all this for him. If he leaves at this time, what is the value of her illness? There is love in her eyes.
Maimai looked at Nangong Ling: "Ling... don't leave, stay with me."
This was the first time An Leer had begged him. Nangong Ling turned around. The woman in front of him was so proud, but now why did she torture herself like this? When she saw An Leer who had woken up, Nangong Ling's face appeared again.
He lost his inherent indifference, and there was no emotion in his voice, as if everything just now was just a dream: "Have a good rest, I have something to do today, and my agent has already taken the latest flight back."
An Leer held Nangong Ling's hand tightly, and the other hand also grabbed the corner of his clothes. She thought she didn't love this man in her dream for a long time, but after coming to the mainland, she realized that she did.
He was so deep that he couldn't help himself, and tears fell on his cheeks. He just hoped that this man could give himself another chance: "No... Ling, I don't want you to leave... Cough, cough, I don't want this halo on my head anymore..."
Hey, I'll stay with you, okay, okay?"
Nangong Ling sat beside An Leer's bed, the woman's body clinging tightly to his back, reluctant to close her eyes, lest she would not pay attention and the man would disappear.
An Leer finally couldn't withstand the effects of the medicine. Listening to the strong heartbeat, she slowly closed her eyes, but her hands were still tightly wrapped around Nangong Ling's waist.
Nangong Ling heard the sound of even breathing behind him and turned around slightly. An Leer found a comfortable position. Without relaxing her hands, she instead hugged his neck and snuggled into his arms. Nangong Ling
She carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt.
The sunlight outside the window had been half blocked. Nangong Ling stayed here all morning to accompany An Leer. He took out his mobile phone and called the hotel, instructing the administrative director to prepare a light porridge and some side dishes to deliver to the apartment.
A few hours later, Nangong Ling gave An Leer medicine again, and the fever slowly subsided until five o'clock in the afternoon.
An Leer woke up and didn't see Nangong Ling's shadow. She got up from the bed and opened the door regardless of her identity to look for the tall figure. When she came to the door of the study, she discovered that Nangong Ling was sitting at the table.
Reading a business report, the one about this cooking competition, her heart calmed down.
Nangong Ling raised his head and saw An Leer. He fulfilled one of his wishes, which was to take care of the sick An Leer for the last time after the breakup. He put the magazine back on the desk, stood up and walked in the direction of An Leer.
.
An Leer, who was wearing a see-through outfit, saw Nangong Ling walking towards her, her heart was beating wildly as if she was in love for the first time, and her face was stained with a blush of love, staring straight at her with those charming eyes.
Nangong Ling.
Nangong Ling casually picked up a coat from the sofa and put it on An Leer's body without making any further movements. A hollow voice echoed in the study: "I ordered a porridge and side dishes in the thermos. You haven't had it all day."
It’s time to eat. Let’s eat something first. I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first.”
An Le'er didn't expect that Nangong Ling would ignore her temptation. She thought that as long as she casually hooked her little finger, the men around her would surrender under her pomegranate skirt. She took a step forward and blocked Nangong Ling's way, but she still had that look in her eyes.
The endearing Jingying said: "Come have a meal with me. It's been a long time since we've had dinner together. Today is just an end to the memories of the past."
Nangong Ling did not refuse. The two of them walked side by side towards the restaurant. The open restaurant, pure white tables and chairs, and large transparent glass windows made the entire restaurant bright and pleasant. However, An Leer was of no use here, except for part-time workers every day.
Very clean, no smell of oil smoke at all.
An Leer opened the thermos on the marble dining table, and the light aroma of porridge inside filled her nostrils. The two of them sat together and ate the meal quietly without any verbal communication, but now they were far apart.
An Leer walked into the kitchen and took a coffee cup to make a cup of fragrant coffee. Her body blocked Nangong Ling's view. An Leer opened the kitchen cabinet above her head and took a box. She took out a white paper bag from it and hesitated.
After a while, she bit her red lips and poured it into the cup.
After bringing it to Nangong Ling, An Leer, who was an actor herself, put back her nervousness and sat next to Nangong Ling with a smile on her face: "I know you are used to drinking a cup of coffee after meals, and I just happen to have a few bags here.
Maybe it doesn’t taste as good as the one you have, so I’ll just make do with it today.”