Looking at the mobile phone with the screen still on, Concubine Ye fell silent again.

At this moment, Su Mohan and Jin Yuwei were trading with people in a suburb, and the first batch of goods was taken over by the man in Tang costume in heaven and earth that day, planning to test the market reaction first, the amount is not large, but because the wind is tight, he still needs to be cautious.

Seeing Su Mohan go to answer the phone, Jin Yuwei's gaze deepened a little, and she got up and walked to the side with the man in Tang costume and whispered a few words.

"Miss Jin, do you really think that Su Shao and us are in the same boat?" Mr. Qin spoke in a low voice, a cigar in his mouth.

"This time, it seems that he is still credible for the time being, at least the rumors of the transaction have not leaked, but he is a scheming person, and he needs to test a few more times if he has the opportunity." Jin Yuwei said coldly.

Su Mohan has been standing in place and waiting, looking at Mr. Qin who is standing with Jin Yuwei, his eyes are a little obscure, he didn't expect that this big drug lord in City A, Qin Liu, turned out to be Jin Yuwei's person.

Without thinking about it, he can also guess what the two of them will talk about again, it seems that he has to coax Jin Yuwei again, otherwise as long as there is a temptation that cannot be avoided, everything will be wasted.

Retracting his thoughts, Su Mohan couldn't help but recall Concubine Ye's phone call, and he didn't know if there was something wrong with calling in such a hurry?

After Su Mohan hung up the phone, Concubine Ye didn't call again, although she was a little disappointed, she still cheered up and seemed to be in a good mood.

And at this moment, in the room between Xiaotian and Hanwen, Xiaotian shrunk in the quilt with his eyes closed, while Hanwen spoke tirelessly by the bed: "Xiaotian, are you thirsty?" ”

Ye Xiaotian ignored him, but wrapped the quilt very tightly.

"Xiaotian, where are you uncomfortable? Shall I go tell Ma Ma okay? ”

"You dare!"

Hanwen flattened his mouth a little aggrieved: "Then shall I tell Aunt An An?" ”

"Why are you so long-winded?" Ye Xiaotian frowned and spoke impatiently.

Hanwen was not angry, but just stretched out his fleshy little hand and touched Ye Xiaotian's forehead, and choked up a little: "But if I didn't run into the rain to play football, you wouldn't be sick." ”

Ye Xiaotian didn't respond, his head was dizzy, and his whole body was fluttering, he really didn't have much strength to comfort him, and even felt that his voice had become extraordinarily fluctuating.

Hanwen's tears hung in his eyes, he sniffed, and said again: "Xiaotian, will you die?" I don't want you to die......"

Ye Xiaotian rolled his eyes, almost didn't turn it back, and simply resigned himself to his fate: "You go to Uncle Housekeeper to get some fever medicine for me." ”

After receiving the order, Hanwen immediately ran out, and came back with the pills in a short time.

But when he came back, Ye Xiaotian was already asleep, his white little face was hot, no matter how he called him, he didn't make a sound, and the whole person was like a boiled crab.

When he was at a loss, Concubine Ye had already pushed the door in with the storybook, and Hanwen's tears couldn't help but flow out at once, and he turned to Concubine Ye and said, "Mama... Xiaotian is sick, is he dying? ”

Concubine Ye's heart chuckled, and she hurriedly pulled Hanwen to the side of the bed, stretched out her hand to probe Ye Xiaotian's forehead, and frowned: "When did it start?" ”

"In the afternoon, it started at 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and I pulled him to play football with me in the rain, and he would be sick." Hanwen wiped his tears, sniffed, his eyes were red, but the tears were still pouring out one after another, and he seemed to blame himself very much.