"Okay, what are the symptoms?" The clerk looked at Su Mingyuan as he asked, as if he was looking at what was uncomfortable.

"It's not me, it's ...... It's someone else. Su Mingyuan said, "A girl"

"Oh," the doctor nodded, "may I ask if she has a wind-heat cold or a wind-cold cold?" ”

Although the summer is coming to an end, many people get wind-heat colds, and the two colds are different, and the medicines used are also different, so be sure to ask.

Su Mingyuan frowned, he didn't know what kind of cold Qiao Yue had, and he didn't even know what symptoms she had.

"I don't know, it's just that I took cold water and caught a cold." Su Mingyuan briefly talked about the cause of the cold.

The doctor nodded, "I see, it's a cold and a cold, you wait." ”

The doctor took a few boxes of cold medicines of different brands with different effects from the counter, introduced them one by one, and then asked Su Mingyuan to choose.

Su Mingyuan glanced at it and said, "The most expensive." ”

In his eyes, value is always proportional to price.

"Okay." The clerk packed two boxes of medicines.

Su Mingyuan glanced at the medicine cabinet casually, suddenly remembered something, looked at the clerk and asked, "Is there any syrup, the kind that relieves cough and dissolves phlegm." ”

He remembered that the last time Qiao Yue caught a cold, she coughed for several days before she got better.

"Yes." The clerk nodded, and after asking Su Mingyuan, he picked the most expensive one and took two boxes and packed them with cold medicine and handed them to him.

After paying the money, Su Mingyuan took the medicine and drove away.

The car sped down the road in the direction where the Valley Villa was located.

Su Mingyuan didn't notice that he was driving much faster than usual today, just as he was eager to see Qiao Yue.

Thirty minutes by car, he drove there in less than twenty minutes.

When Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen with millet porridge, she saw Su Mingyuan striding in from outside.

A look of surprise appeared on Aunt Liu's face, and she stood in the living room with porridge and looked at Su Mingyuan.

"Mr. Su, you're back so soon." Aunt Liu couldn't help but ask.

Su Mingyuan listened to Aunt Liu's words, and he realized that he seemed to be a little too anxious.

"Well, it's just around the corner." Su Mingyuan replied lightly, and there was no emotion on his cold and indifferent face, as if he really just happened to be nearby and came back to take a look.

He glanced at the millet porridge that Aunt Liu was holding in her hand, and when Aunt Liu saw this, she immediately said, "This is the porridge stewed for Miss Qiao, it's noon, she hasn't eaten yet, I'm afraid she will be hungry." ”

Su Mingyuan didn't speak, he walked over directly, said "Give it to me", took the porridge, and then walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

When Su Mingyuan pushed the door open, he saw Qiao Yue curled up face in on the two-meter-wide double bed.

Although there was a thick wool carpet on the ground, and walking on it would not make any sound, Su Mingyuan still subconsciously lightened his pace.

He gently put the porridge on the bedside table, glanced at the several medicines scattered on the bedside table, slowly walked to the window, and quietly looked at the sleeping Qiao Yue.

The weather was still gloomy after the rain, and the gloomy light shone in through the window, and the light in the room was dim.

Su Mingyuan found that even if he was not there, Qiao Yue subconsciously shrank beside the bed, guarding his small position, not daring to exceed half a point.

She seemed to be afraid of him.

Su Mingyuan's brows were tightly locked, and his eyes were pitch black, like a bottomless pool.