But there were no lights on in the house, it was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

"Are you alright?" She asked tentatively into the darkness, feeling against the wall to try to find the light switch.

He heard his voice mumbled, and then it was gone.

Sensing that something was wrong with him, she hurriedly tried to find the switch quickly, and her fingers touched the wall randomly, and suddenly "clicked" and touched it.

The room lit up.

She saw that Zhao Zifeng was also curled up on the bed, clutching his stomach, his brows tightened, and the bedside lamp next to him had fallen to the ground.

Her first reaction was that the spicy tang she burned was caused by her, and like him, she had a bad stomach, and asked anxiously: "Are you okay?" ”

Zhao Zifeng seemed to be uncomfortable and speechless, and hummed sullenly.

When he got closer, Sun Mengjiao found that he was already drenched in cold sweat, his hair was wet, his face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his lips were cracked or bitten.

Compared with him, Sun Mengjiao's condition is much better, although her stomach still hurts, at least she can walk.

"Do you also have a stomachache? Me too, or I'll pour you a hot cup of tea, maybe it will be better. Sun Mengjiao was about to go out after speaking, but was stopped by Zhao Zifeng with one hand.

His voice was hoarse and sounded like pain, "No, it's a stomach problem." ”

Sun Mengjiao was startled, looking at his stomach, but she didn't know what to do. She had never seen Zhao Zifeng like this, whether she was happy or sad, it was difficult for people to see from his face, let alone the painful and uncomfortable appearance.

It must have hurt a lot.

"I'll take you to the hospital." Sun Mengjiao gritted her teeth, slowly helped him up, let his hands on her shoulders, hugged his tight waist, and struggled to move out step by step.

The pain in his stomach was intense, Zhao Zifeng looked at the little woman beside him in a daze with his eyes half-open, as if he had been telling him, come on, don't be afraid......

His mind had stopped thinking slowly, and his ears kept thinking about these two words, and in front of him was her fair face.

Sun Mengjiao finally took him to the hospital and sent him to the emergency room, but she was so tired that she fainted.

When she woke up again, the doctor came to check on her.

"Doctor, how is the man who came with me?" As soon as Sun Mengjiao woke up, she remembered Zhao Zifeng, who had a terrible stomach ache last night, and grabbed the doctor's sleeve and asked.

"What did you eat that night?" The doctor looked down at the case with his voice calm.

Sun Mengjiao thought for a while, hesitated and said, "Malatang." ”

The doctor looked up at Sun Mengjiao, his face was not very good, and he accused: "I don't know how you, as a wife, take care of your husband, you can't eat spicy food if you have stomach problems." ”

"Doctor, let's ......" Sun Mengjiao was stunned for a moment, and wanted to explain, this doctor actually regarded them as husband and wife, but when he heard his later words, he swallowed the explanation back.

The doctor looked at her as if she was very regretful, and she stopped talking, and also eased her attitude, "Recuperate in the hospital for two days, drink some white porridge to nourish your stomach, this time it's okay, if there is a next time, it's not as simple as stomach bleeding." ”

"Thank you, doctor." Sun Mengjiao also had palpitations, and a bowl of spicy tang actually caused stomach bleeding.

When the nurse came to take her temperature, Sun Mengjiao asked, "Nurse, am I okay?" ”

She's been touching her stomach for a while, and it's not painful at all.

The nurse nodded, "You're really fine, I'll help you take your temperature, if you don't have a fever, you can leave." ”

When Sun Mengjiao came out of the ward, she immediately went to the nurse's station to inquire about Zhao Zifeng's ward.

She followed the ward number, found Zhao Zifeng's ward, pushed the door in, and saw him lying on the bed, his face was pale, there was no blood at all, his eyes were closed, and Mengjiao was lying quietly hanging on a drip.

A hint of guilt suddenly rose in her heart, and she walked to the edge of the bed and sat down.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know you had a stomach problem......" Sun Mengjiao apologized in a low voice, although she knew he couldn't hear it now.

I don't know how long it took, but it was dark outside.

She raised her wrist and looked at the time, it was exactly half past seven, and after hesitating, she asked Mr. Li for a day off.

A ray of sunlight in the early morning spilled in, gradually expanding slowly, and Sun Mengjiao sat on the edge of the bed and watched him quietly.

Even when he was so asleep, his silhouette was still resolute, and under the light, he was more three-dimensional and handsome.

Maybe God is really unfair, his appearance is already so good, but he is still a financial predator with a net worth of hundreds of millions.

Any point will make those women flock to it.

She dragged her cheeks with her hands, blinked her eyes, and suddenly reached out to touch the bridge of his tall nose, which reached halfway and shrank back.

For her, since it is a contract, the fake drama can't really be done, otherwise it will be out of control, and it will definitely be more troublesome and difficult to solve than Luo Hao's matter.

She duly withdrew those thoughts and watched him intently.

"Water ......," a low, hoarse voice came.

When Sun Mengjiao heard the voice, she immediately rushed to the side of the bed, poured a cup of hot water mixed with the water that had been cold before, inserted a straw into it, and carefully fed him to drink.

He seemed to be very thirsty, and drank half a bottle of water before stopping.

She nervously asked, "Does your stomach still hurt?" ”

Zhao Zifeng was completely awake, and there were still water stains on the side of his mouth, Sun Mengjiao looked at him like this, and felt very tempting, so he was busy turning his face away.

Zhao Zifeng propped his hands on the bed, sat up, looked at her and was still wearing yesterday's clothes, her eyes were seriously blue, and her brows furrowed, "You have been with me all night?" ”

Sun Mengjiao smiled and disguised: "No, I just came." ”

Zhao Zifeng's deep dark eyes stared at her for a while, then lifted the quilt and prepared to get up.

was pressed back by Sun Mengjiao, "You haven't recovered yet, why are you up?" ”

When she thinks of the words of her life, she is afraid.

When she was with her just now, she flipped through her phone and realized how dangerous stomach bleeding was.

Zhao Zifeng frowned, took the clothes from the bedside table, and said with a serious face: "Get out of the way, there are still so many things in the company, I don't have time to spend in the hospital." ”

Sun Mengjiao just stood motionless, holding back with both hands, "I'm here, don't think about leaving." ”

Zhao Zifeng's face was tight, and his eyes locked on her.

She met him without fear, snatched the clothes from his hands, threw them on the chair next to him, and then covered the quilt for him, and said in a firm tone: "Are you physically important?" Or is the work important? How do you work without life? I'm not going to let you out of the hospital today. ”

Zhao Zifeng propped up his hands, moved back, leaned his back on the bed, and looked at her both cheating and serious, and he was really helpless.

Sun Mengjiao met his gaze and stalked her neck, as if she was tougher than whom.

"I want to drink the porridge you cooked." He was indifferent between his eyebrows, but he was not angry, and spoke lightly.

Sun Mengjiao looked at him suspiciously, "Are you sure you want me to cook it?" ”

She only cooked Malatang last night to make him like this, and she is still relieved to let her cook it today?

"Or else? I cook? Zhao Zifeng did not answer the rhetorical question.

Sun Mengjiao coughed lightly, "Okay, then I'll go back and cook it now and bring it over." ”

The simple home is not far from this hospital, and it can be cooked quickly, so that he will not be hungry.

Zhao Zifeng saw her leave, so he took his mobile phone from the bedside table and called his assistant.

Sun Mengjiao didn't walk a few steps, afraid that he would suddenly take advantage of her absence and run to the company again, so she turned back and wanted to warn him.

Before he could push the door, he heard Zhao Zifeng talking on the phone inside.

"Send all the documents I have to deal with today to the hospital."

"Well, I know, the meeting and the itinerary have been postponed, and I am afraid that there will be no way to be in the hospital these days."

……

A sense of guilt suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart.

It's all her fault, cooking a spicy hot can also get people into the hospital, and now he can't work hard.

She closed her hand as she was about to twist the door, and walked lightly out of the room.

Because of her, Zhao Zifeng had stomach bleeding and went to the hospital, and she secretly made up her mind to take care of his stomach.

After returning to the Zhao family's villa, she began to cook porridge, and when she left the hospital, she asked the nurse what kind of porridge is suitable for people with stomach problems.

The nurse said that millet porridge is the most nourishing for the stomach.

So when she was on Sun, she went to the supermarket, bought a lot of millet, put it in the refrigerator, and planned to cook it for him every morning.

It was part of fulfilling her determination.

When she went to the hospital again, she also brought the plan given to her by Mr. Li.

Soon, it arrived.

When she opened the door of the ward with the thermos box, she saw him sitting on the bed, looking through the documents in his hand, with a serious face, and there was still a drip on the back of his white hand.

"Drink porridge first, and then work, otherwise you won't have the strength." She opened the thermos box, and suddenly a strong smell of rice spread in the ward.

Zhao Zifeng saw the key point, and only said lightly: "Put it on, I'll drink it later." ”

She frowned slightly, put down the thermos box, snatched the document in his hand and said, "You look at the document, you are not in a hurry at this time, right?" I'm hungry, and my stomach will hurt again. ”

Zhao Zifeng looked at her, but he was not happy at all because she took away the documents.

She was a little uncomfortable, picked up the thermos box and stuffed it into his hand, "Eat quickly." ”

Zhao Zifeng took it slowly and methodically and drank the porridge.

In the ward, it was so quiet that only the sound of him drinking porridge remained, and suddenly, a gurgling sound sounded, which was particularly abrupt.

Sun Mengjiao hurriedly covered her stomach, frowned slightly, and didn't look at his expression.

She kept remembering his illness and forgot that she hadn't eaten yet, and it would be too embarrassing for her stomach to scream.

"You can eat the rest." Zhao Zifeng handed the thermos box in her direction, and the corners of his mouth hooked a vague smile.

Sun Mengjiao looked at the thermos box he handed over, looked at the millet porridge was golden in color, boiled thick, and full of fragrance, swallowed her saliva, but pushed it back and said, "You eat, I'll go down and eat it myself." ”

Zhao Zifeng put the thermos box on the bedside table, and said inexplicably, "That's right, I have stomach problems, I have eaten it, let you eat it, in case it is not good, I won't eat it, pour it out." ”

Sun Mengjiao was stunned, she didn't mean that.

She bit her lip, took the insulated box, hesitated, and gulped it down.

It's been a long time for her to get so dense, what a pity to pour it out.

Although Zhao Zifeng lowered his eyes and looked at the documents, a smile flashed in his eyes the moment he lowered his head.

There was a thick stack of papers stacked on the bedside table on the other side of him, and just looking at it, I felt that it was a bit of a huge workload.

But she couldn't help much.

took out the plan book given to her by Mr. Li from the back bag, and studied it attentively.

The room was silent, save for the occasional rustle of pen writing on paper.

Sun Mengjiao frowned lightly, took the pen and gently tapped her cheek, looking at a few points on the plan book.

Her hair fell down to her chest, tied up by her casually tied up with a hair tie.

It's a bit like a white-collar worker in the workplace working hard.

Zhao Zifeng's gaze occasionally came over, and it was such a scene.

"What's the problem?"

Sun Mengjiao raised her eyes, "It's not a problem, it's just a few points in this plan, and you have to go to the field, and it's too one-sided to speculate." ”