When the plane landed, Xiao Hexuan hadn't woken up yet.

Cheng Yiran couldn't bear to wake him up, so he was ready to carry him off the plane.

But when I got off the plane, I started to feel that something wasn't quite right.

Xiao Hexuan slept too soundly, no matter how she walked, no matter how noisy the airport was, he didn't mean to wake up, and he didn't even move.

After following the crowd through the security check, Cheng Yiran was not at ease, touched Xiao Hexuan's little brain, and was immediately shocked.

Xiao Hexuan's forehead was too hot.

She took out an ear thermometer from her bag and measured it, thirty-nine degrees.

Cheng Yiran didn't dare to delay any longer and ran towards the airport gate.

But by coincidence, it was a rainy day today.

It was pouring rain outside, and Cheng Yiran watched taxis pulling passengers past her, but couldn't stop one.

Cheng Yiran's sweat came out, and just as she was about to turn around and go to the airport for help, a burst of Jian Busheng came from behind her, and then a black umbrella was propped up on top of her head.

Cheng Yiran was stunned, raised her head, and saw a middle-aged man in a suit with a kind face smiling at her: "Hello, I see that you are in a hurry to take a taxi, the child is sick, right?"

Cheng Yiran nodded: "Yes." ”

"Please get on the handlebars and I'll take you to the hospital. ”

Cheng Yiran looked in the direction of his finger and saw a black Cayenne waiting quietly in the rain.

Cheng Yiran hesitated for a moment, but the child in her arms gave her less time to worry.

She nodded, followed the man to the front of the car, and got into the back seat.

The man with the umbrella got into the front seat by himself, and the car quickly drove away from the airport and headed straight for the hospital.

After getting into the car, Cheng Yiran found that there was still a person sitting in the back seat.

It was a man in his early thirties, tall and extravagant, but he exuded a lazy smell of not caring about anything.

It seems that it is the son of a large family.

He was wearing a simple white T, a black casual suit over it, and a pair of legs lined with black trousers were very slender.

Seeing his appearance, Cheng Yiran understood that the person who went down to ask her to get into the car just now was just a driver, and the person in front of him was the real owner of the car.

She thanked from the bottom of her heart: "Thank you. ”

The man gave her a faint smile: "No thanks." ”

His beautiful Danfeng eyes narrowed slightly, and he was unexpectedly brilliant in the dim carriage.

Cheng Yiran smiled back politely and looked away.

The man didn't make a sound, and in the silence, the car drove quickly and smoothly to the central hospital.

As soon as Cheng Yiran left, the car door was opened, and the driver stood by the door with an umbrella and smiled at her: "Miss, please." ”

Cheng Yiran didn't expect his speed to be so fast, and after being stunned for a while, he thanked him softly and got out of the car.

The driver escorted her all the way into the hospital lobby, and the man, holding an umbrella by himself, slowly followed them and walked in.

Cheng Yiran ran to register with the child in his arms, but there were a lot of people lined up in front of the registration window.

She was anxiously waiting when a figure walked up to her, the man in the car.

"Don't waste time here, come with me. With that, he went away on his own.

Cheng Yiran was stunned for a second and then followed him.

The man led him straight into the pediatric emergency room.

Pushing open the door, the doctor in the door saw him and nodded: "Ziyan has just finished playing the hanging bottle and has already slept." ”

"Well, take a look at this kid, he has a sudden high fever. The man asked Cheng Yiran to take Xiao Hexuan forward for treatment.

After the doctor glanced at Cheng Yiran, he showed an ambiguous smile to the man.

Cheng Yiran was a little embarrassed, but the man didn't even explain, so he turned around and went out.

After diagnosis, Xiao Hexuan had the flu, and he could go down by hanging a hanging bottle to burn.

After Cheng Yiran thanked him, he followed the nurse into the ward to hang the hanging bottle for the child.

Central hospitals, because of their good conditions, are often overcrowded. The wards here are sometimes not available for money.

Cheng Yiran looked at the full hospital beds on both sides of the corridor, and knew in his heart that it was because of that man that Hexuan was able to get a single ward in this flu-prone season.

After settling Xiao Hexuan, she went out to find the man, he really did her a big favor, and she wanted to thank him in person.

But she didn't know his name, she couldn't even ask the nurse, and was hesitating whether to go back and ask the doctor who was sitting in the clinic, when the door of the next ward opened, and out came a slender and tall figure, it was the man.

"It's you. Cheng Yiran smiled and stepped forward to thank him, "Tonight, thank you really for your help." I don't know your name yet. ”

The man looked at her, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised: "Zhao Xianglu." ”

Zhao Xianglu?

Cheng Yiran was stunned, why did this name sound so familiar? But she couldn't remember where she had heard this name for a while.

Suddenly, she remembered what the doctor had said in the consultation room.

Zhao Xianglu, Ziyan. This is again a children's ward......

Ahh

It turned out that Ziyan was his daughter......

Thinking of this, Cheng Yiran couldn't help but want to laugh a little. Who gave him and the child names?

Zhao Xianglu knew where he and her had gone by looking at her expression.

No way, his name, he doesn't know how many jokes he has made since he was a child, he has long been accustomed to it.

"Isn't it funny?" he couldn't help but want to tease her when he saw her smiling with her rosy lips.

Cheng Yiran thought he was angry, and hurriedly shook his head: "No, your wife is so humorous." ”

The one who can give a child this kind of name must be the child's mother.

Who knew that Zhao Xianglu heard this, but his eyes were gloomy: "Ziyan's mother is no longer there." ”

Cheng Yiran secretly annoyed his recklessness: "I'm sorry ......"

"It's okay, your name is Cheng Yiran?" Zhao Xianglu said her name accurately.

Cheng Yiran was surprised: "You...... How do you know me?" she couldn't remember what she had done with him.

"I went to your wedding with Lu Chiye. ”

I see.

On the day of her and Lu Chiye's wedding, there were too many people present, and she was in a trance that day, and she didn't remember who came at all.

At the mention of Lu Chiye at this moment, her smile faded: "You are busy, I won't bother you, goodbye." ”

With that, she turned and went back.

Zhao Xianglu looked at her back and squinted slightly.

When he went to the wedding, he just thought that Cheng Yiran looked good, but her good looks were far inferior to those artists and stars he had played.