The late Qing Dynasty is almost a chic walk, and now she is no longer the girl who has just gone bankrupt and lonely, she is now Gu Cheng's fiancée and the president of the Red Foundation, and she will no longer let Zheng Xiao pinch her round.

I don't know when it will rain again, but in the past few days, the weather has been repeated, and there is always no sunny day.

Wanqing picked up the phone, hesitated for a moment, and still dialed Gu Cheng's phone.

"Hmmm......"

Gu Cheng on the other end spoke in a thick nasal voice, obviously he hadn't woken up yet, and he was stunned in place, Gu Cheng was a well-known workaholic, how could he not get up at this time.

"Speak."

"Where are you?" Wanqing asked.

"Gold Coast Community, you've been here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Cheng had already hung up the phone and was lying on the bed holding his forehead weakly.

Wanqing sighed, who said that being the young grandmother of the Gu family is infinitely beautiful, isn't she Gu Cheng's nanny?

Carrying a basket of vegetables, Wanqing picked up the key that Gu Cheng had given her and opened the house.

The Gold Coast is a community in the center of the sea, in this area where every inch of land is valuable, Gu Cheng sits on the top floor of a 400-square-meter house and a balcony garden, the four-bedroom house is decorated in a black and white cold metal style, and even the sofa is black, but I have been here before in the late Qing Dynasty, and the neat house has been piled up into a garbage dump by all kinds of A4 paper, and the late Qing Dynasty stood there stunned, almost unable to believe that this is the house of Gu Cheng, who has some little cleanliness.

"Gu Cheng?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of someone getting up in the back room who was already kicking Gu Cheng opened the door and glanced at Wanqing and the dishes in her hand with cold eyes, and his face was slightly better.

"Are you sick?"

Wanqing put down the dishes, and she could see at a glance that Gu Cheng's face was pale and his lips were chapped.

"Hmmm......"

Gu Cheng gathered his nightgown, stepped over the pile of papers and sat on the sofa: "Give me a cup of coffee and make another sandwich." ”

Gu Cheng's voice was weak and weak, and the person who was sharp and domineering on weekdays was simply like two people.

"Why don't you call a doctor to come and take a look."

"There are too many information, and it is inconvenient to ask a doctor."

"Where's Huang Qi?"

"I'm on a business trip."

In the late Qing Dynasty, he finally found the juicer from the cabinet, took a banana, and fought with milk, when he was empty and weak, it was best to drink a cup, which could supplement nutrition and not be difficult to drink.

A milky white drink appeared in front of Gu Cheng, and Gu Cheng looked down: "Didn't you say coffee?" What is it? ”

"You're sick, it's not good for your health to drink coffee, don't eat sandwiches, I'll cook porridge for you."

Sick people are the weakest physically and mentally, and it is rare for the late Qing Dynasty to be very gentle with Gu Cheng, and Gu Cheng is also rare to be without arrogance and awkwardness.

Gu Cheng Chang breathed a sigh of relief, picked up Wen Jiàn and looked at it, he had a headache, the window was too open last night, the rain blew in, and he caught a cold the next day.

Looking up at the busy late Qing in the kitchen, Gu Cheng found that there was actually a woman in the house, which was actually very good, at least someone could take care of her when she was sick.

Half an hour later, a bowl of hot porridge with green vegetables and lean meat appeared in front of Gu Cheng, and Wanqing also took out the radish slices specially pickled by her grandfather, which was best to drink with porridge.

Wanqing squatted down, turned out the thermometer in the coffee table, shook it, and clicked on Gu Cheng, and when he picked it up, it was already thirty-eight degrees.

The beautiful eyebrows of the late Qing Dynasty wrinkled unconsciously, and said while looking for medicine: "It's all burned like this, it's okay to take a pill, do rich people have your quirks, and they are reluctant to ask a doctor?" ”

"It's not that I'm reluctant, it's unnecessary, this little bit of illness will be fine tomorrow."