Heaven testifies.

His heart is pure!

He asked him to stare at Zhao Siqing's movements to protect her, how could he protect him if he didn't stare at it?

Hearing Tang Yan's words, Huo Jingchen sneered: "You think too much, you don't have such a thing as personality at all." ”

When the words fell, Huo Jingchen hung up the phone, and when he thought about Tang Zhen peeping into Zhao Siqing's room, he was very angry.

After thinking about it, Huo Jingchen dialed it back again, and his voice was hoarse: "You'd better pray that you don't see anything, otherwise I won't let you see the sun tomorrow." ”

The words fell, and without waiting for Tang Yan to speak, Huo Jingchen directly threw the phone on the desk.

Tang Yan listened to the busy tone on the phone, wanting to cry without tears.

What can he see with the two-meter-thick curtain in the way?

I can't do this job......

*

At seven o'clock in the evening, Huo Jingchen was studying Chen Shixiong's purpose with Shen Jingzhen and a few others.

Tang Zhen's phone call came again.

Tang Yan hesitated and said, "President, Dr. Zhao seems to have a fever, I saw someone coming to deliver medicine." ”

Huo Jingchen's eyebrows gradually twisted, and his voice was hoarse: "Got it." ”

After hanging up the phone, Huo Jingchen handed over Chen Shixiong's affairs to Song Huaijin and a few others, and he went straight to Yang Jingqiu's duplex villa.

Zhao Siqing was in a daze here, and his consciousness was not very clear.

I only felt that the illness a few days ago went away so quickly because it didn't burn at all, and this recurrence seemed to be menacing, and the fever didn't go away even after taking medicine three times.

After Huo Jingchen picked the door lock, he went directly to the second floor.

Yang Jingqiu was not there, but it saved him a lot of trouble.

Huo Jingchen pushed the door and came to Zhao Siqing's bedroom, and saw the woman on the bed covered with the quilt curled into a ball.

Her hair was messy, her little face was burning red, and her eyebrows were slightly twisted, which looked particularly uncomfortable.

Huo Jingchen's eyes darkened a little, obviously he was fine last night, why did he suddenly burn so badly.

Zhao Siqing was groggy, and he only felt that a big hand that pulled out a cold fell on his forehead in a haze, which was indescribably comfortable.

Huo Jingchen probed the temperature of her forehead, and his brows furrowed tightly.

got up and planned to soak two cool towels for her first, but as soon as he moved, a soft little hand climbed||Attached, holding his hand tightly.

Huo Jingchen kissed her little face lightly and said in a low voice, "Be good." ”

Zhao Siqing frowned, didn't move, the whole body seemed to be on fire, cold and hot, and weak for no reason.

Huo Jingchen forcibly broke her hand and stuffed it back into the quilt, went to the bathroom to soak the towel and put it on her forehead, then looked at the medicine on the bedside, forcibly poured her a little, and then brought a quilt to cover her.

After finishing his work, Huo Jingchen kept guarding her side and patted her gently through the quilt.

This night, Zhao Siqing slept very unsteadily, a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead, and she frowned as if she was immersed in some kind of nightmare.

She dreamed again.

It's still the villa, it's still the man.

At nine o'clock in the evening, it was very dark, but the villa was brightly lit.

She sat on the sofa in the living room of the villa, her face pale, staring blankly ahead, her eyes out of focus.

Not long after, the man in the black suit came back, and when he saw her sitting there distracted, he twisted his eyebrows and stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "The servant said that you haven't eaten for a day." ”

She didn't make a sound, as if she hadn't heard anything, she didn't react at all.

The man took off his coat and handed it to the servant, sat beside her, took her hand, and said softly, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll have someone make it for you." ”