After Lin Geng finished speaking, he closed the report form for various indicator tests.
He has nothing to do with the rest. The next thing the young master said is that you can leave.
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"Well, I'm so thirsty, water..." When Ye Zhiding woke up, he only felt a fever in his mouth, and barely a drop of saliva remained.
She subconsciously called out what she needed, her dry voice filled with infinite weakness.
Han Yi paused for a moment, and Mother Han next to him quickly brought him hot tea.
He carefully took down the water glass, exhaled gently to lower the temperature, "Mom Han, help her sit up."
Ye Zhiding leaned against something warm in confusion, feeling that his stomach felt much better than before.
Finally she opened her eyes, and when she turned around, it turned out to be Mother Han.
"Miss, you finally woke up. If you don't think about it anymore, our young master will go crazy with anxiety."
Han Yi never thought that Ye Zhiding would wake up at this time, but he still held the hot water cup in his hand and exhaled softly.
For a moment, the two people's eyes were in focus. Han Yi was a little embarrassed and looked away unnaturally. When he hugged her in the afternoon, her menstrual blood dyed his shirt red. Such a dazzling color meant that she had guessed
Her general situation.
"Are you feeling better now? Your stomach... still hurts?"
The silence was unbearable. This was not a big deal, so how could it be so cold.
After Mother Han wisely withdrew, Han Yi directly leaned the woman's body against his.
Ye Zhiding wanted to struggle, but was unable to do so, so he had no choice but to let Han Yi do what he did.
His chest was much wider than that of Mother Han, and leaning against him made her feel much more comfortable.
"Here, drink this, it will feel better."
He put the scalding hot tea on a spoon, blowing on it so that it wouldn't burn his mouth, and then carefully handed it to Ye Zhiding.
Even late at night, this man refused to come down to look after him, but instead fed him tea himself. For a moment, Ye Zhiding suddenly couldn't figure out which one was the real him.
Is he the cold, charming and domineering CEO of a wealthy family, or is he the gentle and gentle man next door who is now peaceful?
"Come up and sleep quickly, I'm much better already."
"Wait, you finish this first." Under the light of the glazed lamp, his handsome face, not sure if it was her misunderstanding, actually exuded a soft smell.
In the corner of his eyes, there is clearly a touch of stubbornness.
By a strange combination of circumstances, she took the hot tea from his hand. Then she put it to her lips and drank it slowly.
"Yes, that's right." Han Yi took the water glass and placed it on the table next to him. Seeing that the woman was finally fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Seeing the cold sweat on her face, her cold hands and feet, and the painful moans coming from her mouth, Han Yi truly realized that his heart had skipped a few beats.
It had only been a few days since the beginning of their acquaintance, but he had developed such feelings for a little woman, but he was happy with it.
It wasn't until early in the morning that the sound of the man's regular breathing could be heard in my ears.
Ye Zhiding opened her eyes. In the darkness, she supported herself with one hand and moved away the man's hand that was habitually placed on her waist.
In the darkness, the woman walked cautiously, fearing that her actions would be discovered by the dominant man.