Leng Muchen said verbally that he would pick her up in the afternoon, but he was still uneasy even during the meeting. Thinking about Qin Yaying's body, he guessed that it was because of the sequelae left by those medicines, and perhaps there was no way to cure her.
He didn't even know when the meeting ended until Anna was the only one left in the entire meeting room.
"Brother Leng, I heard that Qin Yaying didn't come today. Did something happen to her again?" Anna asked him. Did Qin Yaying fall ill again after being discharged from the hospital for just one day?
"There's nothing wrong with her. It's okay if she's not in the company now." Leng Muchen's other meaning is that because Qin Yaying is no longer a designer and does not need to prepare for a fashion show, he still hopes that she can do well.
Rest and wait until her body is fully recovered before letting her come back to work.
Anna chuckled, "Brother Leng, are you still keeping her by your side and letting her only accompany you as before? However, Qin Yaying is different now from before. She has her talents and her
Her talent, don't be so selfish and bury her just for your own happiness."
Anna originally thought that Leng Muchen would be furious after yesterday's news reports, but he didn't. When he saw the newspaper, he just frowned slightly. He didn't believe these news reports at all.
"I know about her. Anyway, you are in charge of the entire design department now, especially He Rong. You also know the purpose of inviting her here, so I don't want any more accidents to happen." Leng Muchen
When he saw He Rong, he had already investigated everything about her and talked to her yesterday. Of course he knew that He Rong was much more suitable than Linda.
"I know what to do, so I'll go out first." Anna stood up from the chair, but she felt empty in her heart.
Leng Muchen leaned back in his chair, rubbed his eyebrows, and then walked back to the office and asked his secretary to bring him a cup of coffee. He needed to refresh himself.
Qin Yaying was relaxed and at ease in the hospital. Apart from various examinations, she just lay on the bed. Leng Muchen seemed to be afraid that she would be bored, and asked Wen Heng to bring her notebook over.
During the lunch break, there was a knock on the door of the ward twice. The door opened and it was He Rong who came in. She came in carrying a lunch box, and behind her was Wen Heng.
"Yingying, are you okay? I heard that you were sick, so I came to see you." Seeing that Qin Yaying didn't come, He Rong inquired about it. By chance, Wen Heng came to deliver lunch to Qin Yaying, so she came with her.
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Qin Yaying smiled and said, "I'm fine. I just had a little fever, but I'm fine now."
"That's good, I brought some food, you can eat some first!" He Rong brought some light food suitable for patients.
"Thank you." Qin Yaying ate one bite after another. However, although there were three people in the ward, except for the sound of her spoon occasionally hitting the dinner plate, it was eerily quiet.
She raised her head and glanced at He Rong, who was sitting by the bed, and then at Wen Heng, who was sitting on the sofa and flipping through a newspaper.
"Sister He Rong, you and Mr. Wen, the two of you?" Not to mention that Qin Yaying's intuition was too accurate, but it was too obvious that the two of them were deliberately separated, right?
"I have nothing to do with him at all, I just hitched a ride with him." He Rong smiled, glanced at Wen Heng, and said nothing more.
He Rong and Wen Heng left the ward. It was an hour later. Qin Yaying leaned on the bed and held a notebook. The afternoon passed quickly. Leng Muchen appeared in the ward on time and asked, "How are you doing?"
?Are you feeling better? If you feel uncomfortable, you will still stay in the hospital today."
Leng Muchen sat by the bed and reached out to her forehead. The fever had indeed gone away, but her face didn't seem to be in a bad mood.
Qin Yaying was stunned for a moment, "If I don't leave the hospital today, will you have to sleep on this small bed with me again?" She just asked casually. In her heart, she was actually afraid that he was working too hard. After all,
, she herself has long been used to the way her body looks like this.
"You've already opened your mouth. If I don't sleep on this small bed with you, wouldn't you be disappointed?" Leng Muchen joked.
Qin Yaying closed her notebook and said, "I'd better go back. Anyway, I'm fine now."
In the end, Leng Muchen drove Qin Yaying back to the apartment, and the maid just prepared dinner.
"Sir, Miss Qin, you are back. I have prepared dinner."
Leng Muchen glanced at Qin Yaying and said, "Let's eat first! After eating, go and have a good rest." He put his arms around her and walked into the restaurant.
Qin Yaying looked at the table of dishes in front of her. They were all her favorites, and they were all for health. It seemed that he had specially ordered the servants.
He was so caring about her, which actually made her feel guilty.
"What's wrong? Don't you like eating?" Leng Muchen saw that she was just looking at it but not moving her chopsticks.
"No." Qin Yaying shook her head. However, she didn't have much appetite. She just picked a few light dishes and ate a few bites. However, Leng Muchen still made her finish the bowl of chicken soup in front of her before giving up.
She left the table.
Qin Yaying leaned on the bed. She had slept a lot today, but she still felt a little tired. She leaned half on the bed with her eyes closed.
As soon as Leng Muchen walked into the bedroom, he saw her sleeping like this. She was not afraid of hurting the wound on her neck. However, it was his fault last night. He shouldn't have forgotten her wound and let her get it.
water.
He walked to the bed, gently let her lie down, pulled the quilt over her body, and then walked into the bathroom.
Qin Yaying opened her eyes and looked at the bathroom door. Has he changed his mind about her? Is it like hers?
As soon as Leng Muchen walked out of the bathroom, he saw Qin Yaying's eyes open, without any connection, and she was distracted. He was sitting by the bed, "Did I wake you up just now?"
He reached out and pushed the hair on her cheek behind her ear, and asked in a soft voice.
"No, I wasn't asleep just now." Qin Yaying sat up, took the initiative to get close to his arms, and buried her face in his chest.
Leng Muchen hugged her tightly, "What? Still can't sleep? Shall I ask Sister Zhou to bring milk in?"
"No, no need. Can you stay with me?" Qin Yaying took the initiative to speak. She wanted his company.
Leng Muchen didn't speak, just sighed slightly. He got on the bed, held her in his arms, and patted her back gently.
"Does the wound still hurt?" he asked her.
"It doesn't hurt." She shook her head.
Those were nothing, but now her heart seemed to have a kind of support, which was warm and caring.
She knew she had fallen again and was unable to extricate herself.