Downstairs, the breakfast prepared by Zhang's mother is for one person, Jiang Nanzhi's favorite shredded chicken porridge.

She didn't even ask Zhou Yan if she would have breakfast in the villa, and she already knew the answer.

No.

Since three years ago, under the arrangement of the Zhou family, the two lived in this villa together, and Zhou Yan only did two things here.

Sleep, Z love.

It seems that except for Jiang Nanzhi, the others in this villa have long acquiesced and there will be no others.

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This morning's porridge seems to be a little too hot.

After just a few sips, Jiang Nanzhi felt that his whole body was hot, and his cheeks began to get hot.

Put down the spoon for a long time.

Since she was a child, she loved to be sick, Jiang Nanzhi realized that it was not because of the porridge, reached out and touched her forehead, she sighed.

She was sick again.

Zhang's mother brought her a thermometer, had a high fever of 39 °C, and needed to go to the hospital.

Although there is a driver in the villa, at this temperature, Zhang's mother is still not very relieved, and asked Jiang Nanzhi, "Miss Jiang, do you want to call Zhou Shao and ask him to accompany you?" ”

Jiang Nanzhi shook his head, in a shallow tone, "No, Ayan doesn't like it." ”

Zhou Yan doesn't like weak women, and he hates her delicate appearance when she is sick.

When he didn't know it at first, Jiang Nanzhi would subconsciously call Zhou Yan whenever he was sick.

She always wished that he could hug her and coax her like his grandmother.

But not at the Zhou Banquet.

He would only frown and say she was troublesome.

Over time, Jiang Nanzhi learned to go to the hospital alone when he was sick.

When she arrived at the hospital, she was familiar with the process since she was a child, but the doctor's words made her a little embarrassed.

probably saw the marks on her neck that were not completely covered, and said to her, "If you have a poor physique, you should know moderation, go back and have a good chat with your boyfriend, since you don't have time to accompany you to the hospital, then feel more sorry for your body at ordinary times." ”

Jiang Nanzhi has always been thin-skinned, and when he heard this, his face flushed, and he couldn't care about the discomfort, so he took the doctor's prescription and turned his head and walked out of the consultation room.

As soon as I walked out, I heard an anxious voice at the end of the corridor, "Doctor, where is the doctor?" ”

The sound is familiar yet unfamiliar.

In Jiang Nanzhi's memory, she had never heard Zhou Yan's anxious and worried voice.

Raising his eyes and looking over, who was the anxious person holding the woman was not Zhou Yan?

Her voice was instantly recognizable, and no matter how unfamiliar her tone was, she couldn't mishear it.

The doctors soon swarmed in, and after a while, Zhou Yan carried the woman into a consultation room.

The ghost sent the gods, and Jiang Nanzhi also followed.

was so anxious that the door was not closed, Jiang Nanzhi stood outside the door and looked at Zhou Yan inside in a daze.

He always kept Chen Helu in his arms, answering the doctor's questions over and over again, and he answered Chen Helu's physical condition at the moment, and he was nervous and worried.

His eyes were fixed on her, never taking his eyes off.

When Chen Helu made a sound because of the pain, he was even more angry at the doctor, "What's the use of asking so much, don't you see that her stomach hurts badly?" I'm going to stop the pain, right away. ”

In that way, it seemed that if he dared to take a step slower, he would be able to lift the table.

But obviously, when she came to the hospital with her, she couldn't sit still in pain, and he just frowned and felt impatient.

The doctor saw that Zhou Yan was not easy to mess with, and he didn't dare to say anything, so he prescribed the medicine and said to the nurse next to him, "Take it to the third floor, and give infusion to relieve the pain first." ”

When Zhou Yan got up and bent down to pick up Chen Helu, she held down her hand, obviously in severe pain, but said, "I can go by myself." ”

"It hurts like this, do you think I'll let you go by yourself?"

An intonation that does not allow for a beak.

Zhou Yan has always been domineering.

It's just that Jiang Nanzhi has never experienced such domineering.

Chen Helu was not afraid of him, and ignored him, he took his arm and turned around, and then paused, separated by a door.

Jiang Nanzhi and her, looking at each other.

It was also the first time that two women looked at each other so closely.

Because of his illness, Chen Helu's face was very white, thin sweat oozed from his forehead, his facial features were detached, and he looked neat and stubborn.

On the other hand, Jiangnan Zhi.

With thin eyebrows and a small face, delicate and small facial features, cold white skin, and dark eyes, she always looks quiet, like an old woman looking back in the wind in an ink painting, light and quiet.

Two people who are very different seem to be at two extremes.

With just a glance, Chen Helu looked away, then put his hand on the back of Zhou Yan's hand and pulled it away from his arm.

Zhou Yan also saw Jiang Nanzhi and sank his eyes.

When Chen Helu pushed him away, he couldn't help but hold her arm, and bent down to pick it up without hesitation.

"Zhou Yan."

Chen Helu grabbed his arm and said, "Let me go." ”

"Don't let go."

"Miss Jiang..."

"Ignore her."

As he spoke, he strode past Jiang Nanzhi.

The location at the door was too small, and Zhou Yan was in a hurry, and inevitably ran into Jiang Nanzhi.

Jiang Nanzhi was already dizzy, and the scene in front of her made her feel in a trance, so it was difficult for her to stand firm under the seemingly weak touch, she took two steps back, and finally fell to the ground without any strength.

Chen Helu struggled in Zhou Yan's arms, "Zhou Yan, your fiancée fell." ”

Zhou Yan didn't even look back.

Spit out two words without much temperature, "Pretended." ”