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Out of the hotel, Feng Chen gave the car key to the doorman and asked him to help get the car.

He helped Song Zhiyue into the car, and when he saw that she seemed very uncomfortable, he laid her flat and let her lie on the seat of the chair.

He got into the driver's seat, turned his head to look at the woman behind him, and started the car.

After arriving home, he got out of the car and opened the door first, then turned back to the car, opened the back door, picked Song Zhiyue out of it, and entered the living room and went upstairs.

Putting Song Zhiyue on the bed, he bent over to take off her shoes, and then pulled the quilt over to cover it.

After drinking and getting thirsty at night, he went to pour her a glass of water, put it on the bedside table, and then went back to his room.

The next morning, I went downstairs after sealing the dust and washing, and I didn't see Song Zhiyue come down for a long time.

He glanced at his watch, and if he didn't come down to work, he would be late.

Guessing that she had overslept, he went upstairs to call her.

After knocking on the door, it took a while for Song Zhiyue to open the door.

She hadn't gotten up yet, and she was still wearing yesterday's clothes, wrinkled by her all night, and her hair was messy.

"So early...... Ahem...... "She looked sad and her face was not very good.

Listening to her cough, Feng Chen frowned slightly: "Got a cold?" ”

Song Zhiyue sucked the blocked nostrils: "A little." ”

Feng Chen walked over her shoulder, saw the open window, and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to close the window for her last night.

A wave of chagrin welled up in his heart: "Let's take a day off today." ”

Song Zhiyue rubbed his extremely uncomfortable nose, coughed twice, and said, "No, it's just a small cold." ”

"A cold is also a sickness." Feng Chen looked at her steadily, "Although my salary is not high, it will never make you hungry, you don't have to work so hard, just stay at home and rest when you are sick." ”

"Not really."

"Obedient."

"Then I'll take half a day off and go to the company in the afternoon."

Seeing that she gave in, Feng Chen didn't insist anymore, he turned around and went downstairs.

Song Zhiyue's head hurt a little, and she planned to take a leave of absence and then go back to sleep.

But she searched around the room and couldn't find her phone, so she went downstairs to look for it.

She couldn't find her phone in the living room, nor did she find her bag.

You can't forget it in the hotel last night, right?

She heard the sound of a car upstairs just now, presumably Feng Chen had already gone to work.

There was no landline in the villa, and there was no way to call, she really couldn't find it, and the whole person was very uncomfortable, so she went upstairs and went back to the room.

Not long after she lay down on the bed, there was the sound of a car downstairs, and her head hurt badly, but she didn't care.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door.

Song Zhiyue's head was already hurting, and when he heard the knock on the door, his head seemed to be about to explode.

She got up depressed, put on her slippers and went to open the door.

Outside the door stood Dusty, breakfast in his hand.

It turned out that he didn't go to work, but went to buy her breakfast.

She took the breakfast and asked him, "Did you see my bag and phone?" ”

"In my car, I'll get it for you."

Feng Chen went downstairs, went to the car to get her bag, entered the living room, walked to the TV cabinet, took out two boxes of cold medicine from it, looked at the date, and then poured a glass of water and took it upstairs.

knew that he would still come up, so Song Zhiyue's property was hidden.

He pushed the door in and saw that breakfast was on the table, and Song Zhiyue was lying on the bed.

"I got up and had breakfast, took the medicine and went to sleep."

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