"He Zheng!"

Meng Yao shouted, and the man's figure had disappeared in the rain.

After waiting in place for a while, I didn't see him return, so I could only sigh: "What is this guy doing?" ”

He Zheng ran wildly in the rain, his eyes quickly shuttling through the rain curtain, looking for the face that made him unforgettable.

There is no ...... here.

There, too, there is no ......

I don't know how long it took, He Zheng finally stopped.

He was standing at the crossroads, drenched in heavy rain, his whole body was soaked, and his face was covered with rain.

The passers-by who staggered by him all showed surprised expressions.

His short hair was drenched in messy strands by the rain, and his bangs were dripping with rain.

The dark and deep eyes looked around blankly and anxiously, but the raindrops were connected together like an endless net, hanging in front of his eyes, blocking his vision.

An incomparably cold feeling gradually spread throughout his body.

……

Crackle –

A long dragon-like lightning bolt appeared in the dim sky.

Meng Yao looked outside while washing the dishes, and was a little worried: "It's more than eight o'clock, the rain is still falling, I don't know if he came back." ”

After washing the dishes, she dried her hands, picked up her phone and sent a text message to "Mr. H".

"Are you home?"

For a long time, I didn't get any reply.

Meng Yao wanted to call, but found that she didn't have He Zheng's mobile phone number.

She pursed her lips, her worries becoming more and more uncontrollable, glanced at the umbrella on the umbrella stand at the door, and walked over.

After a while, she went up to the eighth floor with an umbrella, knocked on the door hard, and shouted loudly: "He Zheng, are you back?" ”

After many screams, the door finally opened.

He Zheng leaned against the door, looking very tired, his face was faintly abnormally flushed, his hair was still wet, but he had changed his clothes.

Meng Yao handed over the umbrella: "I will return your umbrella." ”

He Zheng: "Hmm. With a sigh, he reached for the umbrella.

His fingertips touched Meng Yao's hand, Meng Yao only felt as if he was being burned by hot iron, and was suddenly startled: "Your hands are so hot, what's wrong?" ”

He Zheng didn't speak, just grabbed the umbrella, and then stretched out his hand to close the door.

Meng Yao went in before he closed the door, He Zheng looked at her tiredly, turned around and walked directly into his own bedroom, and fell on the bed.

Meng Yao hesitated, but still followed, and whispered, "He Zheng, I'm in." ”

He Zheng didn't speak, his back was to her, and his body of more than one meter and eighty was curled up, revealing a sense of weakness.

Meng Yao felt that something was wrong, and then thought of the hot finger touch of the talented man.

"It can't be sick, right?"

Thinking of this, Meng Yao walked lightly to the other side of the bed, and saw that the man's handsome face was crimson, his breathing was short, his eyes were closed, his long eyelashes cast a long shadow on his eyelids, and his lips were a little chapped.

"He Zheng, are you okay?"

"Are you sick?"

Meng Yao asked a few words, and the man's tightly closed eyelids trembled, as if he wanted to wake up, but in the end he still didn't open them.

Meng Yao's heart became anxious, and finally gritted her teeth, stretched out her hand, and poked it into He Zheng's forehead.

As soon as she touched He Zheng's forehead, her hand immediately retracted.

"It's hot!"

The temperature is so high that you can almost fry poached eggs!

Meng Yao chuckled in her heart and shouted, "He Zheng, do you have a fever?" Go to the hospital quickly, otherwise if you burn like this, there will be problems! ”