Leng Yao stepped on the threshold and shouted, "Secretary Ling, come here, I haven't finished my order yet." ”

Ling Yinxue said a little impatiently: "It's not early, I want to go back with him." I'll talk about that tomorrow. ”

Leng Yao said lightly: "No." ”

Ling Yinxue stood there helplessly at this time, watching the lock-picking young man step on the elevator and fly away.

"Mr. Leng, if there is anything else, please tell me as soon as possible, it's not safe for me to go back too late for a girl."

Leng Yao: "You go back." ”

Ling Yinxue had 10,000 grass and mud horses floating in front of her, was it so cute?

Leng Yao: "Take a taxi, remember to send me the license plate number when you get in the car, and send me a message when you get home." You're good to go. ”

Ling Yinxue: . . .

At this time, Ling Yinxue wanted to cry aggrievedly, she had spent so much time with him, and he treated him like this.

She pressed the elevator, and with a clatter behind her, Leng Yao slammed the door shut.

Ling Yinxue tilted her head to hold back the tears that were rolling in her eyes, and then took out her mobile phone and called a taxi.

Leng Yao sat in the room and sneezed a few more times, waiting for Ling Yinxue's message.

He waited left and right and couldn't reply, and he was a little anxious. He was hesitant to send a text message to ask. After half an hour, Leng Yao couldn't help but pick up his phone: Did you get in the car?

Ling Yinxue saw Leng Yao's message prompt and was in no mood to see what he said.

Leng Yao waited for a long time and still didn't wait for a reply, he pressed his hand on Ling Yinxue's number, wanting to call her, but he didn't know what to say.

Leng Yao was entangled, and suddenly a voice came from the phone, it turned out that he had just accidentally touched the dial button.

Leng Yao could only pick up the phone: "Are you home?"

Ling Yinxue's bad mood improved slightly, this cold pervert Yao still has a conscience.

Ling Yinxue sniffed: "It's going to be soon."

Leng Yao said lukewarmly: "Go back and rest early, you can't be late tomorrow, and being late will deduct your performance." I've always been a clear distinction between public and private. ”

Ling Yinxue's mood that had just warmed up became bad again: "Your uncle is clearly distinguishing between public and private, is there such a bad thing?" Ling Yinxue scolded in her heart.

At work the next day, Ling Yinxue slept late the night before and got up early to make lunch for Leng Yao, resulting in lack of sleep.

She worked for half a day in a daze, and when she delivered food to Leng Yao at noon, she found that others were not in the office.

Then she remembered that she hadn't received any assignment from him that morning, that she hadn't handed in her homework, and that he hadn't looked for her in surprise.

But Leng Yao didn't tell her that she was going on a business trip or anything, something was not normal. Thinking that he had been frozen outside for a long time in a thin suit last night, she began to worry, this person couldn't be cold, right?

Ling Yinxue tried to send a message over: Mr. Leng, are you on a business trip?

After waiting for more than an hour and not getting a response, she sent another message: Mr. Leng, are you coming to the company in the afternoon?

I waited for a long time, but there was still no response. Ling Yinxue decided to give him a call, and the phone rang for a while before being picked up by Leng Yao.

Ling Yinxue took the initiative to speak: "Mr. Leng, are you coming to the company in the afternoon?"

Leng Yao said in a hoarse voice: "I'm not going."

Ling Yinxue heard that there was something wrong with his voice, and she said with concern: "Mr. Leng, are you sick?"

Leng Yao let out a soft "um".

Ling Yinxue: "Is that serious?" Do you have cold medicine? ”

Leng Yao: "It's not serious, it's over."

Ling Yinxue: "Oh, oh, then you can have a good rest."

Ling Yinxue hung up the phone, cleaned up casually, picked up her bag and left work early.

She went to the pharmacy to buy a bunch of cold medicines, and came to Leng Yao's door in a hurry, she stood there and cut her hair, and then began to knock on the door, and after knocking for a while, no one answered, she could only dial Leng Yao's phone again.

After the phone was connected, Ling Yinxue said softly: "Mr. Leng, open the door."

Leng Yao threw down his phone, rolled out of bed and went to open the door.

He looked at Ling Yinxue with a frozen red nose outside the door, his heart was warm, he seemed to have not stood firm, and he threw himself at Ling Yinxue weakly.

Ling Yinxue saw that Leng Yao was sick and couldn't stand steadily, and rushed straight towards her, she quickly stretched out her hand and hugged him, afraid that he would accidentally fall to the ground.

After she steadied her center of gravity, she picked up Leng Yao and walked to the sofa.

Leng Yao was held in Ling Yinxue's arms, and he was just about to put his arms around her, but he didn't expect this little girl to quickly carry him towards the sofa, and he fiddled with Ling Yinxue in frustration.

Ling Yinxue looked at Leng Yao's crimson cheeks, as if she was drunk, she said distressedly, "Do you have a thermometer at home?"

Leng Yao shook his head.

Ling Yinxue: "Then how do you feel?" Is it badly burned?

Leng Yao still shook his head.

Ling Yinxue was a little hesitant to give him antipyretics, she couldn't figure out how many degrees he had a fever, so she didn't dare to give him indiscriminate food.

Ling Yinxue: "Then do you want to take fever medicine?"

Leng Yao replied: "It shouldn't be a high fever."

Ling Yinxue: "Then take cold medicine."

Leng Yao: "I'm afraid that taking cold medicine won't get rid of the fever."

Ling Yinxue: "Didn't you say that your burn wasn't serious?"

Leng Yao: "But I'm afraid it's a high fever."

Ling Yinxue: . . .

She felt that she had to touch and see it by herself now.

She stretched out her hand and tentatively stretched out Leng Yao's forehead, but she didn't expect Leng Yao to close her eyes and touch the well-behaved Ren Ling Yinxue on his head.

"It's good if it's okay," she thought with trepidation.

She felt it carefully, like a high fever, but her heart was bottomless, after all, her hands were cold in winter.

Ling Yinxue was in a hurry, and suddenly remembered that she had a fever before, and her mother always used her forehead to try against her forehead, she hesitated, poked her forehead over, and stuck it on Leng Yao's forehead.

Ling Yinxue's heart was pounding, her brain was a little dizzy, and she stabilized her mind a few times before she was sure that he was burning lightly.

She was turning around, lowered her head and said softly: "Mr. Leng, you don't have a light burn, let's take antipyretics."

Leng Yao opened his eyes and said, "You go to the kitchen and pour me a glass of water."

Ling Yinxue poured water and handed it to Leng Yao, but Leng Yao didn't reach out to take it.

Ling Yinxue thought that this person was probably used to being an uncle, and he had already degenerated into a giant baby. So she put the cup on the coffee table, then peeled a few pills and put them in his hand, and stuffed the cup into his hand.

Leng Yao glanced at the pills in his hand, threw them all into his mouth, and drank them with water.

Leng Yao closed his eyes and prepared to close his eyes to recuperate, and after a while, he actually fell asleep.

He was awakened by the noise in the kitchen, he got up and walked outside the kitchen, and saw Ling Yinxue cooking porridge and a pot of small vegetables in front of the stove.

He looked at the pot of vibrant vegetables in front of him, and suddenly felt that his home had become vivid, not as cold as before, and there was no anger at all.

Ling Yinxue noticed that there was someone next to her, turned her head and smiled at him: "You are suitable to eat some light things now, so I went downstairs to buy you a little green vegetables and came back." With that, she put down the shovel in her hand and began to go to the sink to wash the vegetables.

After Ling Yinxue finished washing the dishes, she saw that Leng Yao was still standing there, a little worried that he would be tired, and she was embarrassed to let him watch the stir-frying.

So she looked at Leng Yao with a demure face: "Mr. Leng, go and rest on the sofa." I'm ready to stir-fry, I'm afraid that the smoke will smoke you. ”