He Xiyan walked to the door of the study, which was a password door, pure gray, and a fingerprint combination lock was installed next to it. Only the fingerprints of the husband and wife were recorded in the study, and other idlers never entered.

He Xiyan stretched out his thumb and pressed it down after hesitating for a while.

Soon the doors opened automatically to both sides.

And she quickly saw what the study looked like at this time.

The light in the study was not turned on, and all I could see was a vague figure and a burning cigarette.

"Ye Hao......" He Xiyan shouted her husband's name.

She hurried in and turned on the light in the study.

The moment the lights came on, she saw the man in front of her, her husband.

He was now sitting in the leather chair, his head propped up in his left hand, and an unfinished cigarette in his right hand, and his face looked a little pale, as if he were sick. After a while, he coughed twice.

He Xiyan walked to his side, a hand gently placed on his shoulder, with a trace of doubt and distress in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked. He'd been so annoyed once or twice before because of work. Is it the same this time?

Ye Hao picked up the cup on the side and took a sip of tea, he didn't reply, just shook his hand at his wife and told her that he was fine.

He Xiyan had already noticed that his complexion was very bad, in addition to looking unhappy, he was also a little sickly, and his lips were also very dry, and he couldn't see a little blood.

She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on his forehead, and her eyes widened as soon as she put it.

He was sick and in a state of high fever.

Ye Hao took her hand away with some annoyance, he stood up, walked to the window, and pushed the closed window open, letting the cold northwest wind outside pour in. Poured into his face was poured into his body, and he didn't feel the cold.

"Don't open the window!" He Xiyan stepped forward and grabbed his hand, and the other hand reached out and closed the window again.

"You have a cold, Ye Hao...... No cold wind can be blown. He Xiyan said anxiously. I know that every time he is depressed, he will stand by the window and smoke like this.

He hurriedly went downstairs and asked Steward Lu for some cold medicine and fever medicine. Then pour a large glass of warm water.

She placed the water and medicine on the desk, walked over to him, and took his hand. The wide hand was also hot at the moment, and the palm of the hand was even more like a fire.

"Yan Yan ......" Ye Hao suddenly shouted his wife's name.

He Xiyan looked up at him and found that his eyes were already bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for many days.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked again.

The more he didn't speak, the more worried and nervous she became.

Ye Hao stretched out his hand to pull He Xiyan into his arms, and then hugged her waist tightly, he didn't reply, just lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

He Xiyan bit her lip, she could feel the kind of heat emanating from his body.

"Is it a work thing?"

She asked, wondering how he had suddenly become so agitated.

Ye Hao sighed heavily, a gloom flashed in his amber eyes, but he didn't say the real reason.

He let go of the hand that was holding her, then picked up a glass of boiling water on the desk, poured a few more pills, tilted his head, and poured it all into his mouth.