One o'clock in the morning.

Xia Qing, who was wearing a peaked hat and dressed in black, walked out of Sanfeng Airport quickly.

The hard-mouthed and soft-hearted man finally flew over in time for the nearest flight.

He flew back to Quan'an from Dechun City during the day, and now he flew from Quan'an to Sanfeng, Xia Qing was a little tired, but he didn't know why, so he ran over in a daze.

If Xia Qing's old friends knew about this, they would be shocked.

When did this prodigal son who could hardly buy him turn back also had this kind of heartwarming behavior?

Fantastic.

Catch a taxi and head straight to the Porcelain Pearl Hotel.

Xia Qing moved very quickly, without any stop, and strode into the hotel lobby, and it happened that Xu Lan also happened to come out of the elevator and walked towards Xia Qing.

It was late at night, Xu Lan was not wearing formal clothes, only wearing a knee-length long white T, revealing a long leg, stepping on small slippers, and the long hair that was scattered down, which had a lazy charm at home.

The last time I was in contact was when Xia Qingchu went to Haiyun and waited for the notice in the reception room.

"Director Xia. Xu Lan trotted over, with a smile on her face, "Didn't you say you couldn't come." ”

"After so many words, be careful that I carry you away and throw you on the bed, so that you know why the flowers are so red. Xia Qing quipped.

"I'm afraid I'm going to cry and faint in the toilet. Xu Lan was not timid at all, and ridiculed Xia Qing in turn.

Xia Qingwu smiled to himself, but didn't explain anything, and walked into the elevator with a smile.

At the moment, among the 13909 business suites.

The lights were still on in the living room, but it was already pitch black in the bedroom.

An Wen lay on her side on the bed, holding her forehead with one hand, her willow eyebrows were always wrinkled, and she never stretched out.

The headache made her only in a light sleep, and she continued to feel the pain, but it was like a dream.

In such a state, even the slightest disturbance is enough to disturb it.

The bedroom door opened silently, and a ray of light from the living room slowly seeped in.

An Wen closed her eyes and said softly: "Xiao Xu, I said I'm fine, you go back and rest, I'll sleep tomorrow, I don't have to bother much." ”

"Oh? ”

A slightly flirtatious male voice suddenly struck.

Sky......

An Wen didn't open her eyes, and she didn't even turn her body over, she knew that Xia Qing was coming.

Smack.

Xia Qing turned on the light, walked up to An Wen, and found that her face was a little pale.

Traditional Chinese medicine is hopeful, smelling, asking, and cutting, and some small problems can be spied by observing the complexion.

Probably the fever caused by too much work intensity.

The back of his hand was pressed to An Wen's forehead, which was really hot and scary.

Before Xia Qing could say anything, An Wen took his hand away, opened her eyes and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"If I don't come, I'm sure you'll be burned to death tomorrow. Xia Qing said angrily.

He knows An Wen's character, some minor illnesses with headaches and brain fever, and he never cares about them, but he doesn't know that if he is not careful, minor illnesses may develop into major illnesses.

"I said it's okay, go back quickly, don't disturb my rest. An Wen said indifferently.

"Just be hard-mouthed, you. ”

Xia Qing snorted in displeasure, and immediately lifted An Wen's quilt, found that she was still wearing formal clothes, and forcibly hugged her horizontally, causing An Wen to exclaim, "What are you doing?"

"Shut up. ”

Xia Qing glared at her, walked out of the room directly with the person in her arms, left the hotel, and ran to the hospital.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

Xia Qing is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor and can diagnose what is wrong with her, but she can't buy medicine at this point, and she has no other tools except silver needles on her body, so she can only be sent to the hospital.

In the early hours of the morning, the streets were almost empty, and the street lamps stretched Xia Qing's back longer and longer, and in this economically backward county-level city, in the middle of the night, even a taxi could not be called.

Tonight's Xia Qing is not so nonsensical, let alone full of nonsense, he only acts, holding An Wen all the way straight, on the empty street, from time to time there is the sound of map navigation in the mobile phone.

An Wen was quietly held in Xia Qing's arms, without any expression on her face, just her ears were on his chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat, it was inevitable to have some different feelings.

In a trance, she raised her eyelids and looked at Xia Qing, and there were suddenly some fluctuations in her eyes, which were a little different from the appearance of the ancient well without waves on the surface.

She doesn't like to deceive herself, Xia Qing, who doesn't open her mouth to speak, does have a special temperament.

However, limited to An Wen's experience and personality, on such a romantic night, the two are destined to have no sparks.

"Let me go, I'll go by myself. An Wen said suddenly.

"You're not wearing shoes. Xia Qing responded.

Anwen: "......"

At this moment, in the quiet street, there was a sudden roar of sports cars.

The sports car came swiftly like an arrow from a string, and finally stopped on Xia Qing's side.

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw a plain-looking young man in casual clothes sitting in the convertible.

"Miss An, your secretary told me before that you were sick, but you refused to go to see it, so I came over, but I didn't expect ......" The young man smiled to himself and said, "Fortunately, I didn't show up a lot, get in the car." ”

The atmosphere was a little weird.

This sports car, with only two seats.

Send An Wen up, and then Xia Qing will go first?

Xia Qing is not interested in knowing who this young man is, but wants to use himself to save the beauty of the hero, is it possible?

Lao Tzu is An Wen's fiancé, and it is someone else's turn?

"Don't bother, it's only a kilometer or two. Xia Qing smiled at the young man, hugged An Wen and continued to move forward.

When she took a few steps, An Wen suddenly said: "It is impossible for Xu Lan to tell irrelevant people about me, he must have a purpose when he appears here." ”

"Who is this?" Xia Qing asked.

"The customer of this business trip docking, Jiang Han. An Wen responded.

That's interesting, I'm afraid it's not good.

Xia Qing immediately paused, hesitated, walked back, and said to Jiang Han: "I thought about it, but I still didn't bother to leave." ”

"Okay, let's put Miss Ann up, it's not good to let her blow the wind on the street at night. Jiang Han said with a smile.

"No, no, no. Xia Qing couldn't stop shaking his head, and said seriously: "It's you who come down, and we both go up." ”

What the?

Jiang Han was stunned, but before he could react, Xia Qing took the lead in putting An Wen in the co-pilot, and then reached out, lifted Jiang Han up, and threw him on the ground.

From beginning to end, a series of actions flowed smoothly, carrying a person as if carrying a bag of garbage.

"I'll borrow your sports car and get it back at the city hospital later." ”

The roar of the sports car, mixed with Xia Qing's shouting, was wrapped in the wind and gradually moved away.

Jiang Han's face was confused.