"It's true." Zhang's mother hurried to the bathroom when she heard the sound, patted her back gently, and asked eagerly: "What's wrong? What's wrong? Did you eat something bad?"
After a while, Zhang Ma felt something was wrong again, and after helping Zhong Zhenzhen to the sofa, she was about to make a call, "It's better to talk to the Second Young Master."
"Zhang Ma" Zhong Zhenzhen waved her hands weakly, "Don't let him worry about such small things. I will go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. He should be fine."
Zhang's mother half-hunched her back, looking embarrassed: "This can't be done. If something happens, how can I explain it to the Second Young Master?"
Zhong Zhenzhen really felt that Zhang Ma was making a fuss. Isn't it just an upset stomach? What a big deal. Besides, Zhang Ma's words sounded like she was very important to Song Zixuan, which made her blush a little.
Zhong Zhenzhen pressed her chest, smiled at Zhang Ma and said, "I'm fine, please go and make me some sour plum soup. The second young master is doing big things, how can I bother him with a little problem? I really don't do that."
Delicate”
Well, if you find something to do for Zhang Ma, she won't be thinking about making phone calls all the time.
"Then you lie down on the sofa for a while first," Zhang Ma told her. Since Zhong Zhenzhen sent Zhang Ma to the hospital last time, Zhang Ma now regards her as her savior. In her eyes, she can't be nicer to her.
Zhong Zhen is such a distressed girl
She lay there for several hours. Zhong Zhenzhen vaguely felt someone picking her up. When she opened her eyes, Song Zixuan's face came into view and she was being carried to the bedroom by him.
"You're back" he said as he came down
Song Zixuan lowered his head and kissed her hair, "Why did you fall asleep on the sofa? Zhang Ma just told me that you were not feeling well. Do you want to go to the hospital?"
Zhong Zhenzhen sighed in his heart. Zhang Ma was still talking too much. She didn't want Song Zixuan to be distracted.
"I'm fine." Zhong Zhenzhen is much better now, but her mouth is dry and tasteless.
Song Zixuan put her on the bed, got into bed and hugged her. He pressed close to her and whispered in her ear: "I'm going to the United States for a few days. What should I do? I'll miss you so much."
"America?" Zhong Zhenzhen looked at him doubtfully.
"Well, it seems that my elder brother originally wanted to take you with him, but now is a critical moment. I can't be so public, otherwise all my efforts will be wasted."