It's been a day! Twenty-four hours! From more than four o'clock yesterday afternoon to more than four o'clock this afternoon. Lei Ming is going crazy, and Xiaomeng has locked himself in his room for a whole day.

I thought she was just a little emotional last night, but I received a call from Aunt Chen at the company at noon today, saying that Xiaomeng didn't come out to eat breakfast or lunch, so she couldn't be called silent, didn't something happen? Lei Ming immediately canceled the company's meeting and put down the many complicated business at hand, no matter how important they were, at this moment, they were not as important as Xiaomeng.

He rushed back. He knocked desperately on the door, desperately called, but she just wouldn't open the door and wouldn't make a sound. He called her mobile phone, and the phone rang desperately inside, and it was heard outside, but she just wouldn't answer.

The more this happened, the more panicked Lei Ming became, and an ominous premonition enveloped his body, and he walked around the door like a sleepy beast, deciding not to wait any longer. "You stand back." He pushed Aunt Chen into the distance.

The materials used for the decoration of his home are superb, even the door panels of the workers' room are thick and luxurious, and ordinary people can't kick in the door. Lei Ming relied on the taekwondo he had practiced for more than 20 years and karate for more than ten years, and he had good legs, so he couldn't help but try it.

He broke into the door with a very handsome move, but unfortunately Xiaomeng couldn't see it. Xiaomeng closed her eyes tightly, her cheeks were red, and her lips were dry lying in the quilt, and she was indifferent to such a loud movement. Thunder Ming's instinct is "not good". He shook Xiaomeng slightly, and she didn't respond. He realized how hot her body was under the palm of his hand, and tried it again, and when he tried it, it was so hot that he wwitched his hands back.

"Quick! Hurry up to the hospital! She had a fever. Aunt Chen, you locked the door and came along. Thunder roared.

He picked up Xiaomeng and ran to the garage. Xiaomeng was lying in the back seat, and Aunt Chen took care of her. The thunder drove the Mercedes as fast as lightning like crazy. Aunt Chen was scared, and kept persuading: "Slow down! Slow down! Mr. Lei, safety first, safety first! Oops, ungodly, car! Oops, red light! Slow down! ”

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Aunt Chen was still in shock. Lei Ming hugged Xiaomeng and rushed to the emergency room.

"You go to register". He commanded Aunt Chen loudly.

High fever of 42 degrees! Oh, my God! The whole person is going to burn. Damn it! He should have found out sooner. Lei Ming blamed himself so much that he almost hit the wall and died.

Xiaomeng was weak and received intravenous drips, in addition to fever, there were also nutrient solutions such as glucose. After hanging these bottles and cans, it was already more than seven o'clock in the evening, only one and a half years old, and I went through the hospitalization procedures, how to be discharged from the hospital if the fever was not completely reduced?

Lei Ming called Lin Mingyue and asked her and Aunt Chen to take turns to accompany and take care of Xiaomeng, and let the woman take care of the woman, which is more or less convenient and meticulous. While one is responsible for accompanying and taking care of it, the other is responsible for Zhang Luo's food.

And he himself is also holding Xiaomeng's hand tightly and accompanying her every step of the way. In addition to self-blame or self-blame, he felt distressed when he looked at the little dream that was burned to a mess by a high fever. It's all from yesterday's rainstorm, damn it!

Xiaomeng's illness seems to be very stubborn, for four whole days, it always goes back and forth, and the fever goes back and forth, and it never ends. In the past few days, Lei Ming is also exhausted, he has been staying by the sickbed day and night, forgetting to sleep and eat, and he has always loved his image, and he can't even shave his chin with a beard. Even on official business, those managers have to go to the hospital with the documents and wait in line for him to sign or cut them.

It wasn't until the early morning of the fifth day that he woke up early in the morning, and Xiaomeng obviously felt much more relaxed. She saw Lei Ming lying next to him sleeping, his face covered with beard. She couldn't help but be moved to reach out and touch his resolute and mature face, these days, it's really a shame for him.

The touch of his fingers alarmed him, he slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, and when he saw Xiaomeng's clear eyes like water, the whole body was cool, and the drowsiness disappeared, he grabbed the hand she wanted to retract: "How do you feel?" Is the fever gone? He probed her forehead, and sure enough, it was no different from room temperature.

Xiao Meng's eyes were like autumn waves, and he smiled softly: "We, can we go home?" I'm okay anymore and I don't want to stay in this place anymore. ”

At this moment, Lin Mingyue came in with some early. Seeing Xiaomeng wake up, he was refreshed, and immediately ran up to hug her: "Baby, great, you're okay, okay, aren't you?" ”

Lei Ming smiled: "Then why don't you call the doctor quickly, and go through the discharge procedures with a certificate." I knew that I was going to suffocate you to death in the hospital these days, right? I can't wait to grow wings and fly away immediately, right? Do you say it's a good friend of Little Dream? Hum. ”

Lin Mingyue stuck out her tongue embarrassedly, left her morning and rushed out to find a doctor.

After being discharged from the hospital, Xiaomeng received princess-like love and meticulous care. Although the fever has subsided, the spirit is getting better day by day. But Thunder also took care of her like a sick person. Every morning, Aunt Chen stewed bird's nest for her to eat, and every afternoon, it was either stewed pork heart with cordyceps or pork loin with Korean ginseng, not to mention three meals of big fish and meat. Xiaomeng's thousands of refusals and excuses didn't work, she said: "I will be vain." Lei Ming replied: "Who said that you are lacking in nutrition, and it is just right to make up for it." ”

In fact, Xiaomeng was not in the mood to raise the bar with her, so she didn't say it after talking about it a few times. The physical pain is cured, but the psychological pain is not lingering. After she recovered from her illness, she was uncharacteristically silent most of the time, and uncharacteristically did not hide in her room to write, and only sat on the sofa in the living room and watched TV all day. No wonder Lei Ming thought that she had just recovered from a serious illness and her body was still too weak to work.

Xiaomeng didn't realize that he had begun to pay attention to entertainment news, various parties and various entertainment programs, and various occasions where the artist named Han Xue might appear. Han Xue is indeed very beautiful, with a graceful figure, a sweet singing voice, and a hot dance.

Once, she heard Han Xue smiling into the stack of microphones in front of her on TV explaining that she and the young painter Meng Fei were just good friends.

Pal? She thought to herself, hugging her knees. It could be true or it could be fake. But one thing is absolutely true, she has become friends with Meng Fei and has a good relationship.

There are also more and more reports about Meng Fei, and unexpectedly, Meng Fei has become the prince charming in the hearts of girls, and a cultural celebrity who is more starless than a star. He was even invited by CCTV to give lectures on the art of calligraphy and painting, and on Confucian history. The audience suddenly discovered his profound knowledge, and the pursuit and worship of him increased day by day. Meng Fei gradually gained many fans. So fans on both sides are attacking each other, debating the boring question of who doesn't deserve whom.

Xiaomeng couldn't help but feel funny. She would have thought it was funny. As time goes by, she has gradually convinced herself that she has learned to look at this scandal calmly. She never understood. Why could she tolerate Meng Fei's pursuit of Zhu Zhu at the beginning, but now she can't bear the scandal between Meng Fei and Han Xue? Why? Maybe it was just because Zhu Zhu looked exactly like Concubine Dong Jaw, and she took it for granted that Meng Fei liked her. But if he really likes Han Xue too, it will inevitably be her Du Xiaomeng's failure. Yes, maybe what she can't accept is simply because she has lost confidence in herself, confidence in having Meng Fei's love again.

In the winter, she warmed her hands with a cup of hot coffee and began to ask herself a question. Why run away? Du Xiaomeng, since he loves Meng Fei deeply, why can't he face his feelings? Why create a chance for Han Xue? And why do you want to create a misunderstanding for Lei Ming? If Lei Ming really forcibly divorced for her own sake, then she really deserved to die. Thinking about it, she worries, and she blames herself.

The phone rings. She was startled. It's Yu An'an.

Her voice is never hurried, gentle as water. She informed Xiaomeng that the Shanghai Book Fair would be held on New Year's Day. The new book "People Are as Light as Chrysanthemums" was also released at that time, and she was asked to prepare for the signing, etc. In the end, she said sweetly: "I will also go to the book fair to help the distribution department do some trivial work, I have only heard of you and no one, and then we can finally meet, I am looking forward to it." Hope your new book is a success. ”

"Me too. Thank you. ”

Xiaomeng responded politely. Her mind wandered away from the phone. She thought: After the book fair, let's go back to Beijing. It's almost the New Year!