"You're crazy, let me down!" Being carried on his shoulders, the feeling of weightlessness made Song Zhiyuan dare not move at all.

She only hopes that Zhou Qichuan can calm down and know what she is doing.

"Ding!" It's the sound of the elevator arriving.

Thinking that it was He Wu and they had arrived, Song Zhiyuan just wanted to speak, when he heard a rush of footsteps approaching.

Then, a familiar and gentle voice sounded, "Mr. Zhou, please let go of my fiancée."

It's the saying.

Song Zhiyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and before he had time to think about it, a man's sneer sounded in his ears.

"They're not engaged yet, where is the fiancée?"

Seeing his attitude, Shi Yan didn't bother to be polite, and made a cold face, "The invitation to the engagement banquet will have been sent to your company's mailbox a few days ago."

He sent an invitation to Xunke?

Song Zhiyuan remembered that she had actually discussed with Shi Yan about whether to invite Xunke to a banquet.

According to her meaning, it is not invited.

Even if the person who came to the engagement banquet was not Zhou Qichuan, it would be Yang Mingyu or the brothers under him.

No matter who it is, the scene is not too pretty.

Sensing that Song Zhiyuan's body was a little stiff, Zhou Qichuan seemed to think of something, and the corners of his lips lifted slightly, "Shi Gongzi is generous."

These words, like a loud slap in the face, slapped Song Zhiyuan in the face.

It's hot.

Shi Yan's face turned slightly pale and explained, "The invitation was sent by the company together."

But to say this now is too unconvincing.

Worried that Song Zhiyuan was too uncomfortable to be carried on his shoulders, he couldn't help but twist his eyebrows, "If Mr. Zhou has anything to say, you can say it slowly after that, and put people down first."

"What if I say no?" Regarding Song Zhiyuan's physical flexibility, no one knows better than Zhou Qichuan.

In the same way, no one was more afraid of her injury and sadness than him.

When he heard this, his face became more and more ugly, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist.

He's forbearing.

If you don't move, you can't swallow this breath. But when he did it, he was worried that he would hurt Song Zhiyuan.

"I'm uncomfortable." Just when the two were at a stalemate, a weak voice suddenly sounded.

Song Zhiyuan really couldn't bear it.

She had a bad stomach, but just after eating, Zhou Qichuan's shoulder bones were hard, and they were right in her stomach.

At first, I was dizzy, but now that I come back to my senses, I feel a twitching pain in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qichuan was the first to react, and hurriedly put her off his shoulders and held her in his arms.

Song Zhiyuan's face turned white in pain, he covered his stomach with his armrest, opened his eyes with great effort, and scolded, "Zhou Qichuan, your uncle!"

After saying that, a more intense pain came, and the pain made her whole body curl up tightly like a ripe shrimp.

Zhou Qichuan was frightened, came back to his senses, and hurriedly ran to the elevator with her.

Shi Yan followed, "Zhiyu's stomach is not good, and he must have not eaten breakfast in the morning."

If he didn't think about it, Zhou Qichuan was annoyed when he listened. But now, this is not the time to deal with him.

The elevator quickly arrived at the garage below, Zhou Qichuan was holding Song Zhiyuan, there was no way to drive, so he could only get into Shi Yan's car with a black face.

Looking at Song Zhiyuan, who was in pain and covered with cold sweat in his arms, Zhou Qichuan was extremely annoyed, wishing that he could suffer for her.

He began to regret that he shouldn't have done that to her just now.

Shi Yan's speed was already fast, but in his eyes, it was as slow as a turtle crawling.

"Hurry, hurry." Zhou Qichuan raised his hand to help Song Zhiyuan wipe the cold sweat off his forehead, looking at her uncomfortable appearance, his heart was like a knife.

If Song Zhiyuan was still sane and looked at him like this, she would definitely mistakenly think that she was going to die.

Looking at Zhou Qichuan's anxious look through the rearview mirror, Shi Yan pursed his lips and drove silently.

Soon, the hospital arrived.

Shi Yan's car had just stopped

Steady, Zhou Qichuan had already gotten out of the car next, and then picked up Song Zhiyuan and ran quickly in the direction of the emergency department.

The speed was so fast that he only had time to touch a corner of Song Zhiyuan's clothes.

Looking at the back of Zhou Qichuan running away, Shi Yan suddenly understood one thing.

At the same time, I also understand the reason why Song Zhiyuan didn't let go of him after being separated for so long.

"This lady had acute gastritis caused by a long-term irregular diet and lack of sleep, and she needed to be hospitalized for a few days." After a series of examinations, the doctor's expression was a little complicated.

Just now, Zhou Qichuan rushed in with a person's expression, and he thought that the patient in his arms had eaten something that should not be eaten, and his life was dying.

After thinking about it, he added, "As long as the acute gastritis is well regulated, it will not affect normal life, and there is not much danger."

Zhou Qichuan breathed a sigh of relief, thanked the doctor, and returned to the ward.

As soon as I opened the door, my face suddenly turned cold.

Shi Yan, who was originally sitting outside waiting, was holding a wet towel at the moment, and wiped Song Zhiyuan's forehead lightly.

Obviously, his movements are normal, but in Zhou Qichuan's eyes, this is not the case.

Hearing the movement, Shi Yan turned his head and said with a flat expression, "Zhikite took the medicine and fell asleep."

"Hmm." Zhou Qichuan nodded perfunctorily, not even bothering to give him a superfluous look.

He walked over, reached out to probe the temperature of Song Zhiyuan's forehead, and naturally pushed away Shi Yan's hand holding the towel.

Luckily there was no fever.

Perhaps it was the unique tacit understanding between men, Shi Yan ignored his almost childish behavior and stood up, "I still have classes in the afternoon, so I will trouble Mr. Zhou to take care of Zhiyu."

"Are you sure?" Zhou Qichuan twisted his eyebrows, unable to understand what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Isn't he worried that he will just pick up the person and leave?

Shi Yan nodded, and hooked his lips slightly, "Zhou is always a gentleman, and he is also a "friend" of Iris, I am relieved to have you to take care of her."

Fuck Friends!

Zhou Qichuan couldn't help but curse in his heart, and said coldly, "I will take care of her."

"I'm in trouble." Shi Yan left a polite word and turned to leave.

He ate accurately, Zhou Qichuan was reluctant to let Song Zhiyuan, who was unwell, follow him on the plane, and it was a long and bumpy ride.

When the effect of the medicine faded, Song Zhiyuan woke up, and it was already the evening of the same day.

When she opened her eyes and saw Zhou Qichuan, she thought she was dreaming, and hooked her lips a little sarcastically, "I didn't toss enough during the day, but I actually chased it into a dream." Childish!"

Zhou Qichuan raised his eyebrows playfully, "Toss?"

Thinking that in the dream, Song Zhiyuan rolled his eyes at him, "It's really a dog, the problem hasn't changed at all, and I'll gnaw it when I come up."

The corners of her mouth twitched as she spoke, and she gasped in pain.

Could it be that when she bit him today, she accidentally bit the flesh on the inside?

Song Zhiyuan was thinking about it, and was suddenly stunned.

If it was in a dream, why did she feel pain?

"Who's gnawing whom?" Zhou Qichuan chuckled, and the tip of his tongue swept over the slightly red and swollen corners of his lips.

Although it hurts, the heart is sweet.

When he came to his senses, Song Zhiyuan turned his face away and didn't speak, obviously ignoring him.

After a day of calmness, Zhou Qichuan also realized that he was too impulsive today, and sighed lightly and said, "Iris, I'm sorry."

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