Meng Beichen felt relieved when he saw her smiling. Seeing her eyes closed and looking like she wanted to sleep again, Meng Beichen urged the driver to drive faster.
Han Yixing just called daddy while half asleep and half awake. Meng Beichen heard this and frowned in displeasure. She seemed to always call out like this when she was sick. Why did that damn man make her think about him?
But his heart still weakened, and he raised his head again and ordered: "Go and find out where that guy Han Zhexiu is now tomorrow?"
"Yes!" Fei Xiluo responded, took out his mobile phone and wrote down the instructions one by one.
Han Yixing opened his eyes at this moment. He was stunned and asked softly: "Are you not asleep?" [
"Do you want to help me find him?" It was one thing to yell subconsciously, but there was no way to say it in front of others. It always felt too unbearable.
"Well, I'll help you find it."
"Then there is my mother..." She said in a low voice without any hope.
Meng Beichen frowned slightly. Seeing the sadness in her eyes, he immediately raised his head and ordered: "And her mother!"
"yes!"
Han Yixing was a little surprised, and felt a little unreal. Why did she feel like her head was going to explode, but she could still hear it so clearly? He would give her whatever she wanted.
Tentatively, she grabbed his arm again, "I still want..."
"What else do you want?" He asked her without being impatient.
Han Yixing shook his head. His body ached and his head hurt. He closed his eyes and said softly, "I can't remember."
"Then wait until you think about it later."
"Is it okay in the future?"
"Any time!" He promised her...
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Back at Mengyuan, the maid had already prepared clean cotton robes and pajamas, and even prepared ginger soup to ward off the cold. Even Dr. Zhang was standing guard outside the medical room.
When Han Yixing was carried in by him in a sleepy state, he immediately stopped the others and only reached out to take the two sets of pajamas held by the maid.
The sound of him closing the door woke Han Yixing up. She lowered her forehead in pain and realized that he had carried her to the bed and seemed to want to take off her clothes.
His eyes immediately opened wide, he shrank back, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Good boy, your clothes are soaked. I'll help you change them so that you don't really catch a cold tomorrow." He didn't forget that she just fell ill a few days ago.