The caller ID was "Qingge", Yiran quickly answered the phone, and the voice on the other end was very nervous: "Yiran, can you come to my house?"

Without hesitation, Yiran agreed: "I'll come right away." ”

Xue Qingge is Yiran's college classmate and roommate, and it has been many years since graduation, although they are married and have their own jobs, the relationship is still as close as sleeping in a bed in the dormitory to keep warm in the winter.

What's more fateful is that Yiran's wedding house was bought by Jiang Cheng's family very early, and Qingge's wedding house was also bought by his husband's family in Shanghai in the early years. Yiran is now full of thoughts about replacing the house in Pudong, but in fact, the most reluctant thing is to stay away from Qingge.

Rushed to Qingge's house, she was already waiting in the clothes she was wearing, and when she saw Yiran, she hurriedly said, "You help me take a look at Huanhuan, I'll be back soon, she has a fever, and there is no medicine at home." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingge ran out. As soon as he entered the bedroom, Xiao Huanhuan, who was eight months old, opened his eyes wide, and his hands waved from time to time to look very energetic, not like he was sick, but when he reached out and touched it, it was really hot.

"Huanhuan, mom will be back soon. Yiran teased the baby and sent a WeChat message to her husband, telling him that Qingge's daughter was sick and that she would go back later.

Jiang Cheng sent a message: Tell me when you want to leave, I'll pick you up.

Although this kind of thing doesn't happen every day, since Qingge gave birth to a child, Yiran will receive a call for help from Qingge at least once or twice a month, Qingge's hometown is far away, and her husband Gu Xiaotian is on the other side of the world.

Half an hour later, Qingge came back, gave the child the Motrin bought from the pharmacy to drink, wiped the child's palms with cold water, and then waited for the child's fever to subside.

Finally breathed a sigh of relief, Qingge urged: "You go back first, it's so cold." ”

Yiran said: "I told Jiang Cheng that I would go back when the child's fever subsided, and if I had to go to the hospital, it would be good to have someone to help." She pointed to the kitchen, where there was cold takeaway food, "You haven't eaten yet." ”

Qingge's eyes were red, as if he was holding back tears, and he reluctantly smiled and said, "Then you give me heat, I'm so hungry that I don't have the strength." ”

Later, when Yiran was preparing food for Qingge in the kitchen, she heard her calling the nanny and aunt, and there was an argument on the phone, probably because the nanny who was at home during the day did not take good care of the child, which made Huanhuan have a fever. Finally, I heard Qingge say angrily, "Don't come tomorrow." ”

Yiran didn't say anything, the hot meal came out, and said to Qingge, who put down the phone and looked tired: "Send Huanhuan to my mother for two days, you hurry up and find an aunt again, otherwise you will ask for leave and not go to work?"

Qingge looked at her blankly, and the stubborn person suddenly cried.

At half past eleven o'clock in the evening, Huanhuan had a fever, Jiang Cheng came to Qingge's house to pick up his wife, Qingge apologized to Jiang Cheng again and again, and sent them to the elevator all the time, and when the elevator door closed, Yiran sighed.

Jiang Cheng tightened the scarf for her and said, "Look, although my mother is a little annoyed, but in the future when we have children, she will definitely do her best to take care of them, you can continue to work, continue to go shopping, watch movies and do what you like." You see how pitiful Qingge is like this, what would she do if we weren't here?"

Yiran didn't squeak, this made sense, but when she thought of the drawer in the closet that had been replaced, she was determined to change her heart to change the house.

It was already more than twelve o'clock when I got home, and at four o'clock in the morning, Jiang Cheng dragged his suitcase to the airport, and fell asleep.

It was half past eight when she woke up, the company was in Pudong, she was too late to fly over the Huangpu River, she returned to the company hard, the sales department was empty, Bai Jichuan was not in the office, she quietly glanced at the conference room, and sure enough, they were all there for a meeting.

As soon as he sat down nervously, turned on the computer, and flew in two emails from Bai Jichuan.