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Maybe Tang Shengyu bent over and leaned too close, and the heavy breath exhaled on the side of her ear made Su Zimo feel obvious, and her little pink face turned outward.

Her slight movement made Tang Shengyu full of affection. A trace of panic crossed her black eyes, her eyes trembled, and she saw that her neck, which was originally as white as jade, was also slightly pink, and the sweat had not yet dissipated, it was all wet, it seemed that she was indeed sick, so she was sweating so much, and the fever medicine she just took may be like this.

Tang Shengyu thought that when he was alone in France, he caught a cold and got sick, and just like Su Zimo now, sometimes he would take some medicine at home, and then sleep and it would be fine.

But he wasn't sure, would it be good for Su Zimo to take some medicine at home like this? Her body as a weak woman was not as strong as that of a big man, and when she thought that she had fainted a few days ago, the hard lust somewhere in her body dissipated a lot at once......

Tang Shengyu turned around and went out, closed the door gently, there was so much sweat, and her body must be very weak, so it would be good for her to sleep a little longer.

He cleaned up all the breakfast that Su Zimo basically didn't eat much in the morning, and then started to wash and wash in the kitchen, like a warm housewife and man now.

Tang Shengyu didn't rest for a moment, he was carefully preparing lunch for her, and she needed to make up for it now.

He used all the ingredients in Su Zimo's house, and did everything he could to make a nutritious porridge for her.

He was busy in the kitchen while researching and preparing the ingredients......

And Su Zimo in the bedroom, at this time she was haunted by a strange dream, she was in the jungle full of thick smoke, she was like a lost lamb, unable to find the direction of the exit......

"Momo...... Momo ......"

It was Leng Shaofeng who was calling her.

"Shaofeng, where are you?"

Su Zimo looked around in panic, unable to determine which direction this voice came from, as if surrounded by countless cold and young winds in all directions: "Momo...... Momo ......"

"Momo...... Momo ......"

Su Zimo's eyes became more and more frightened, and Leng Shaofeng's voice became more and more distant, less and less clear, and slowly became more and more chaotic.

Su Zimo wanted to chase in one direction casually, but she couldn't lift her feet, couldn't move, and then wanted to shout but couldn't shout, which made her even more anxious.

She struggled, struggled......

Su Zimo swayed her sweaty little head from side to side, and suddenly opened her eyes, and with an overflowing fright, she sweated again, which only made her mouth feel dry.

The phone rang suddenly.

Good thing it's a dream!

Su Zimo calmed down, took the mobile phone and saw that it was Leng Shaofeng calling, so he answered.

"Hey ......."

Her voice trembled with a palpitation.

"Why are you answering the phone?"

The unruly figure of Leng Shaofeng on the other end of the phone walked out of the airport in a dashing manner, wearing sunglasses, adding a bit of cold royal momentum, followed by Ji Mingxuan.

Leng Shaofeng had already returned to Haishi and quietly did not say a word.