Hanging up the phone, a man pulled out an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, raised a glass of wine, and drank it all.

Shan'er, I want to see how long you can hold on to me.

I've been waiting for you for so many years, how long can you wait for me?

However, why is it that the defense line in his heart is about to collapse before it is even a day......

He used to rarely drink alcohol except for necessary entertainment, but since Zhao Qishan came to him, I don't know how many times he has been drunk.

Zhao Jishan, since you don't love me, why did you lie to me?

An hour later, the phone rang again.

Murong Yan hurriedly picked it up, but it was the secretary's phone.

"President, no, Madame has a high fever!!"

Murong stood up, grabbed the coat on the bar with one hand, and turned to leave.

In another corner of the bar, a woman in a red dress looked at Murong Yan's departing back, raised the cigarette on her fingertips, and took a deep breath.

This man is really charming, and he even looks so good when he gets angry.

If only she had known this man earlier......

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In less than ten minutes, Murong Yan drove to the company.

It was half past two in the morning.

Murong Yan strode into the office and scolded angrily, "What about people?? ”

The secretary hurriedly turned around and pointed to Zhao Qishan, who had been burned on the sofa.

He hurriedly walked over to take a closer look, and found that Zhao Qishan's eyes were half-closed, and he was muttering something in a mess.

Reached out and touched her forehead, but found that it was very hot.

"When did she start having a fever, why didn't she tell me!!"

The secretary complained, I have always told your wife that she is uncomfortable, right?

"!" The man cursed, and his slender and powerful arms took Zhao Qishan into his arms, and hurriedly rushed out from the door.

The secretary was speechless......

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In the end, Murong Yan took Zhao Zhenshan to the emergency department, and when he heard the doctor say that it was a high fever caused by severe anemia, Murong Yan's hanging heart finally let go.

Until the drip, Zhao Jishan did not wake up.

The doctor said she was just too tired and would wake up when she had rested enough.

Murong Yan carried her into the car, thought about it, and sent her home.

Looking at the thin body of the little woman in his arms, Murong Yan suddenly felt distressed.

sighed, hugged her on the bed together, and held her tightly in his arms.

As long as it was about Zhao Zhenshan, he never could refuse.

Seeing that the person in his arms squirmed as if to say something, he hurriedly leaned in.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Zhao Jishan kept muttering.

Murong Yan sighed lowly, "Shan'er......"

He will always be her loser......

"Brother Murong, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" she muttered, only to feel dizzy, wanting to open her eyes to see who the person in front of her was, but she couldn't see what was in front of her at all, and she was about to fall asleep when she closed her eyes in a drowsy state.

"Shan'er, don't sleep, be good, get up and take medicine......" Murong Yan touched her cheek, trying to make her sober up.

Seeing that she was really dizzy, Murong Yan turned around and went to get the medicine.

As soon as I got up, my wrists were wrapped in a hot softness.

Zhao Qishan grabbed his arm tightly and choked up with a pleading voice, "Don't go, please don't go......"

Looking at her groggy appearance with her eyes closed, Murong Yan felt a pain in his heart.

I had no choice but to pick her up, take her into my arms, take her soft body to find medicine, and carefully feed her, 3106081