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When Zheng Ziyi returned home, she saw the light in her bedroom on at a glance.

Is Wei Hao back? Aren't you working overtime at the company? Why didn't he call himself when he came back? I went to the bar without saying hello, will Wei Hao be angry if he knows? Maybe it's angry right now. With a series of questions and an inexplicable feeling of emptiness, Zheng Ziyi pushed open the bedroom door.

Wang Weihao was leaning on the sofa at the moment, his eyes slightly closed, his brows were tightly locked, his forehead was oozing with sweat, and his face was a little pale. And the light blue home clothes, the neckline is already wet, obviously, soaked with sweat.

There is no air conditioning in the room, and in Lingcheng in August, even if it is the Zheng family villa with the mountains and rivers in the back, the room is not hot and dry without air conditioning.

However, Wang Weihao has always disliked turning on the air conditioner, saying that the air is not circulating when the windows and doors are closed, and the turbid air has been circulating in the room and has been repeatedly inhaled by the human body, which has an impact on health. Zheng Ziyi is eager to get pregnant, and she is already cold and not afraid of heat, so she basically doesn't turn on the air conditioner.

It's just that at this moment, not only are the windows in the room closed, but even the curtains are tightly drawn, and if it weren't for the slight light transmission of the curtains, I wouldn't know that the lights were on in the room from the outside.

"Don't open the windows." Zheng Ziyi looked at Wang Weihao, who was sweating profusely, and walked quickly to the window to open it.

As soon as the window was opened, a breeze blew, and Zheng Ziyi instantly felt comfortable. The original feeling of depression and weakness dissipated all at once with the wind blowing. That's right, there's nothing at all, how can you be weak-minded. Speaking of which, Zeng Yifan and Wang Weihao were originally very good friends, but they really thought too much.

"Poof-" Suddenly, Wang Weihao, who was sitting on the sofa, spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Wei Hao, what's wrong with you?" Zheng Ziyi just felt comfortable, and the strange appearance behind her made her tense nerves immediately.

"Put ...... Close the windows! Wang Weihao's mouth was full of blood, his face was hideously distorted, he looked at the open window, and shouted at Zheng Ziyi.

"Oooh!" In a hurry to close the window, Zheng Ziyi hurriedly took a towel and helped Wang Weihao wipe it up.

"Let's go to the hospital to have a look, why do you suddenly vomit blood? Is it too tired? In Zheng Ziyi's mind, there was a scene on TV where she coughed up blood due to overwork, and the pig's feet that coughed up blood were not far from burping. This...... What happened to Wang Weihao? Yesterday my father said that he looked much better.

"I'm fine, you can rest." Wang Weihao eased up a little, pushed Zheng Ziyi away, and got up and walked into the bathroom with difficulty.

With a "click", the door of the bathroom was locked, and there was a faint sound of flushing inside.

Zheng Ziyi looked at the blood dripping on the floor, and the figure of Wang Weihao flushing water reflected from the frosted glass, and fell into deep thought. Recently, Wei Hao has become more and more strange.

Wang Weihao, who was in the bathroom at the moment, endured the churning discomfort, and his whole body was like a fire.

He didn't know what was going on, just ten minutes ago, he was still standing in front of the window, and there was nothing unusual about his body, when he suddenly felt that the oncoming wind was like a knife cut, and it was like a scorching flame rushing straight to the door.

Quickly closed the window, took another meat zhisan, and after a few minutes of luck adjustment, the discomfort caused by the wind was slightly eased. Unexpectedly, as soon as Zheng Ziyi went home and opened the window, the feeling of fire hit like a huge wave, and she was forced to vomit blood for a while.

After three or four minutes of cold water, Wang Weihao felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and for a while he had the illusion that his blood was frozen. Immediately turn off the faucet, wrap up a bath towel, and still have too heavy legs to take a step.

With a "bang", Wang Weihao fell heavily in the bathroom.

"Wei Hao, what's wrong with you? Open the door. Zheng Ziyi, who was standing outside, naturally saw and heard the sound of Wang Weihao falling to the ground, slammed the bathroom door hard, and pulled the doorknob hard, but the door did not move. How can you lock the door? It's really urgent.

"Butler! Chamberlain!! Zheng Ziyi couldn't open the door, and called out in a panic.

"Miss, is there anything wrong with you?" It was not the money housekeeper who ran over, but Zhang's mother, who was in charge of cleaning.

"Mother Zhang, where is the money housekeeper? Hurry up and call someone, my uncle fainted in the bathroom, and the door couldn't be opened. "Zhang's mother is just responsible for cleaning, she doesn't know anything, Zheng Ziyi is a little panicked, and the big and small things in the family are basically handled by the money housekeeper.

"The old man went out in a hurry just now, and the money steward also went out with him, why don't you call 120." Zhang's mother is also in a hurry, and the master's affairs seem to be in a hurry, otherwise Steward Qian would not be so anxious to go around. But my uncle fainted in the bathroom, and it seemed that the matter was not small, and if it was not good, it would kill someone.

"This ......" Zheng Ziyi hesitated, if the ambulance came, then everyone would know, maybe tomorrow there will be gossip news, saying that the CEO of the Rising Sun Construction Group was overindulged and fainted in the bathroom or something.

"Human life is at stake, Miss don't hesitate." Zhang's mother reminded.

Hearing this, Zheng Ziyi hurriedly found her mobile phone.

"Click." The bathroom door was opened from the inside, and Wang Weihao, who was wrapped in a bath towel, walked out holding on to the door frame.

"No need to fight, I'm fine." Wang Weihao's voice was very low, but it made Zheng Ziyi breathe a sigh of relief.

Indeed, looking at Wang Weihao's face, it is much better than the previous Tie Qing.

"Mom Zhang, go get busy, it's okay here." Zheng Ziyi saw that Wang Weihao only wrapped a bath towel and exposed his upper body, and Zhang's mother was a little embarrassed here.

"Uh-oh." Zhang's mother naturally realized this and hurriedly retired.

"Wait a minute." Wang Weihao called out to Zhang's mother.

"Does my uncle have any instructions? Do you want Aunt Li to stew some soup for you? Zhang's mother peeked at it, and her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably. I really want to shout to the sky: Please give me a strong man!

"The master just came back?"

"Yes, I came back for a while, and I seemed to have answered a phone call, so I hurried out, and the money steward also went out." Zhang's mother reported one by one, and she didn't dare to raise her eyes again. My uncle didn't have any clothes, and the young lady was obviously very upset that she saw something she shouldn't see.

"It's none of your business, let's get out."

After Zhang's mother left, Zheng Ziyi hurriedly stepped forward to support Wang Weihao and helped him get a new set of home clothes.

"You scared me to death just now." Looking at Wang Weihao, whose complexion had returned to normal, Zheng Ziyi almost cried.

"I just suddenly felt uncomfortable, but now it's fine. However, something may have happened to the eldest brother. Wang Weihao pushed away the home clothes Zheng Ziyi took to him, took a shirt and put it on, and began to button it. Zheng Jiahao had an accident, how could he stay at home for such a big thing?

Zeng Yifan's family.

“…… The water flow is not frightened, the clouds are late, and there is no redundancy, and the ancient and modern are free!"

After reciting the meditation recipe three times, Zeng Yifan stretched his waist. Although I didn't go over to see if the toothpick had sunk to the end, I was already comfortable, and I felt very relaxed even when I exhaled. Sure enough, it's a good formation.

At this time, the screen of the mobile phone, which has been set to vibrate, lights up.

Well? Zhang Gong? It's past eleven o'clock, why are you still calling?

"Yifan, Chen Chen had an accident, and now he is sent to the hospital!"