Ling Xiaoqian heard his permission and hurriedly left the presidential office. The staff outside immediately cast their eyes. Her heart had already flown to Lan Yichen. How could she pay attention? In everyone's eyes, she entered.
Elevator
Walking out of the building, she stopped a taxi
When we arrived at the villa, there were several servants from the villa standing outside the door, all around Lan Yichen, looking very embarrassed.
Ling Xiaoqian stepped forward and squeezed to the front. She saw Lan Yichen squatting there with her hands holding her knees. She bit her lip with pain, walked over and squatted down, and shouted in a low voice, "Young Master..."
Hearing the sound, Lan Yichen looked up and his cold eyes looked at Ling Xiaoqian helplessly
"Young Master, are you okay?" Ling Xiaoqian asked worriedly, stretched out his hand, touching his face lightly between his fingers, which was so hot that he really had a fever. She looked distressed, "Young Master, I'll give it to you."
You go to the hospital”
She helped him up, he was very gentle and did not refuse
When she got on the taxi, Ling Xiaoqian was about to tell the driver to go to the hospital, but Lan Yichen opened the first, "If you don't go to the hospital, I want to go back to the apartment."
Ling Xiaoqian was worried, but she still listened to him and told the driver the address of the apartment.
Back at the apartment, Ling Xiaoqian helped him sit on the sofa, found the antipyretic medicine under the TV cabinet, poured a glass of water, and walked in front of him.
"Come on, take the medicine"
Lan Yichen opened her mouth, she put the medicine into his mouth, and then let him drink another sip of boiled water.
It's just a little fever, not very serious. It's okay after taking antipyretics, but she's really worried that she doesn't take care of him personally. He doesn't know how to take care of himself, and asks her to keep him alone.
Stay here?
But she had been out for an hour, Ji Chuyang must have known that she had run out
"Young Master, you just took medicine. You'll have a sleep. When you wake up, you'll be fine. I'll help you back to your room."
She wanted to help Lan Yichen up, but he refused, and he hurried on the sofa and whispered, "Anyway, you are leaving. It doesn't matter whether I'm sick or not, don't worry about me anymore."
fool!
He was sick and thought that she felt sorry for her, so she was reluctant to leave?