Why did Jiang Yue live in Liuling's house, and why did she know all about Jiang Yue in Liuling?

Shi Nian only felt that his heart was beating suddenly, and it felt as if his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The next morning, Jiang Yue sat on the sofa and ate, and asked the maid, "Can't I go out today?"

She sprained her leg and couldn't get out without a car, and there was no driver here.

The servant said, "Didn't Mr. Zhang tell you not to go out?"

Jiang Yue pursed her lips and didn't answer, just ate the roasted orange in her hand.

The maid didn't pay attention to her when he saw that she didn't speak, for this girl, the maid didn't like it very much, so he didn't say anything about being rude, and he added a lot of work to her in the past few days.

The servant left and continued to clean the hall.

But as soon as Jiang Yue's roasted oranges were eaten, she covered her head with her hands: "It's so uncomfortable."

The maid who was cleaning looked at her, "What's uncomfortable?"

"Headache."

In the next second, Jiang Yue threw herself on the sofa, looking weak and sickly.

Her leg joints are still a little red and swollen.

"Wasn't it okay just now?"

The maid put down the cleaning tools in his hand and walked over to her.

"What's wrong with you? head?"

The maid's hand went to check her temperature, Jiang Yue lay on the sofa and moaned: "Headache, fever, I'm going to die."

The servant was frightened by her symptoms and said, "Then I'm going to get you a doctor?"

Jiang Yue was still humming, as if she didn't have the strength to answer the maid at all.

The maid hurriedly went to call.

When Jiang Yue was on the phone, she said to the maid, "Tell Uncle Zhang that I'm sick."

The maid couldn't tell whether she was really sick or fake, but looking at her appearance, it didn't seem like a fake illness, and she replied, "Okay, I'll call Mr. Zhang now."

The maid was frightened to death by her appearance, and first called the doctor, then Zhang Liuling, and after the servant finished calling, he hurriedly went to the sofa and said to her, "I'll help you upstairs first."

Jiang Yue nodded weakly, and then her whole body pressed against the servant's body.

Later, after going upstairs, Jiang Yue had an ice sticker on her head, and the maid brought her water in the room for a while, and physically cooled her down for a while.

Jiang Yue only asked, "Hasn't Uncle Zhang come over yet?"

The maid didn't know why she kept looking forward to Mr. Zhang coming, and the maid could only say, "It's almost there."

replied in his mouth, but in his heart he thought that this was to bring her an ancestor.

Jiang Yue's eyes were full of tears and said, "You go and make another phone call to urge you."

When the maid heard her words, she also thought in her heart about the phone call she made an hour ago, why she hadn't come over yet, and she knew that if she didn't follow the wishes of this little ancestor, she would not have a good life.

The servant said, "Okay, I'm going to call Mr. Zhang now."

The maid had just left from her bedside and was about to make a phone call, but who knew that as soon as she got out of the bedroom door, she saw a car driving in the courtyard downstairs, and then the maid saw Mr. Zhang, who had been being expected by the people upstairs, and got out of the car.

The maid immediately went downstairs to greet him.

Zhang Liuling asked the maid, "What's uncomfortable?"

The servant replied, "It seems to be a fever and a cold."

When Zhang Liuling heard this, he walked upstairs, and the maid hurriedly followed.

After Zhang Liuling went upstairs, Jiang Yue, who was lying on the bed, raised her face from the pillow, and she shouted, "Uncle Zhang......"

That expression, that look, a look of dying.

Zhang Liuling looked at her for a long time, and at this time the doctor came over and entered the room.

Zhang Liuling said to the doctor, "Show her."

The doctor said, "Okay." took out a thermometer and examined Jiang Yue's body.

And Zhang Liuling did not pass,

Instead, he stood at a distance, watching.

Jiang Yue's eyes were taken back from him in disappointment, and she just lay there and let the doctor examine her, but resisted the doctor from time to time: "Is it almost okay? It's so uncomfortable, I don't want to take my temperature."

The doctor said, "You have to take your temperature to determine if you have a fever."

Jiang Yue was half-dead and said, "Then you hurry up."

The doctor had to wait for five minutes to pass and take the thermometer out of her body.

Zhang Liuling stood there and watched from a distance all the time, without any expression.

After the doctor took out the thermometer, he glanced at the temperature: "Thirty-eight degrees four."

Jiang Yue did have a fever, and she was not lying, so Zhang Liuling's face softened a little.

The doctor said, "Prescribe some medicine?"

Zhang Liuling snorted.

After the doctor prescribed some cold medicine, he told the dosage to take, and because the person was fine, the doctor left first.

The servant said, "I'll go and pour some water and rinse the medicine for Miss Jiang."

Zhang Liuling didn't say anything, and the maid hurriedly went downstairs, leaving the two in the room.

Jiang Yue lay on the bed and kept looking at him, saying, "Do you think I'm lying to you? I really have a fever, so I feel bad."

She looked like she was crying.

Zhang Liuling didn't have any reaction to her weak appearance, and still looked at her extremely coldly.

"Uncle Zhang, I really don't have anything to do with Wang Xie, do you believe me?"

Zhang Liuling didn't want to talk to her about this at all now, and as soon as she mentioned it, the emotion in his eyes became even colder.

Jiang Yue was in tears there, and at this time, the maid came with water, and the soaked powder, and walked to the bedside and said, "Miss Jiang, you should eat quickly."

When Jiang Yue saw those medicines, she turned her head angrily and didn't look at anyone in the room.

Zhang Liuling saw that the servant was busy sweating profusely, so he said to the servant, "Go and rest."

Although the maid didn't know who this little ancestor was, he naturally had to take care of people in front of Zhang Liuling.

The servant hesitated for a moment, but nodded, and left the bedroom.

Jiang Yue was in tears, sobbing from time to time.

Zhang Liuling walked over, sat down on the edge of the bed and said, "Take the medicine."

His voice was low and emotionless, including on his face.

Jiang Yue said, "Why Uncle Zhang, you don't believe me, after I deleted Wang Xie's contact information last time, we haven't been in touch again."

"Do you think I don't have proof?"

Zhang Liuling asked her coldly.

Jiang Yue's eyes shrank when she heard his words.

Zhang Liuling didn't want to mention this matter again, and his tone was detached and indifferent: "Drink the medicine."

Jiang Yue's face was obviously a little weak, and she looked at him with tears and pretending to be pitiful.

Zhang Liuling was indifferent from beginning to end, but he picked up the medicine on the side, lowered his eyes, scooped a spoonful of medicine and handed it to her lips, and said two completely emotionless words: "Drink."

The maid was going downstairs to rest, but after thinking about it, she went downstairs to cut some fruit, lest Mr. Zhang think that she had not taken good care of people.

After the maid finished cutting the fruit, as soon as he arrived at the door of the bedroom, he saw that Mr. Zhang, who had been standing in the center of the bedroom before, was actually sitting on the edge of the bed and feeding Jiang Yue medicine.

Spoonful by spoonful.