Yan Zishu frowned and looked at his daughter who was crying sadly. He couldn't figure out why the man who was so good last night suddenly got sick?

"Mom, go and see your dad. Dad is really uncomfortable. I called him several times and he didn't agree. Will dad have something to do?"

Yan Shutian was very worried.

Yan Zishu originally wanted to go to the company, but now the company has switched to self-media, and there are many things to deal with.

Wei Shangxun just called and had an idea today and needed her to attend.

Now I can only go and see Lu Ziran first.

"Okay, Tiantian, stop crying, mom goes over and take a look first."

Yan Zishu held his daughter's hand and went to Lu Ziran's house.

At this time, Butler Wu also found that Lu Ziran was sick and was calling the doctor to come.

Looking back, I saw Yan Zishu and Yan Shutian who was crying sadly.

He said, "Miss Yan, the second young master's room is on the third floor."

Yan Zishu pursed his lips slightly, nodded, said "thank you", and pulled his daughter up.

She had been to Lu Ziran's room once before, and no one was at home the day she came.

When he arrived in Lu Ziran's room, Lu Ziran lay quietly, frowned, sometimes frowned in pain, and his face was covered with sweat.

He was not covered with a quilt, and was wearing a light blue pajamas. His tall figure looked very fragile at this moment.

"Lu Ziran, Lu Ziran, can you hear me talking?"

Yan Zishu called Lu Luzi a few times, but he didn't react much.

Lu Ziran seemed to hear Yan Zishu's voice in a daze. He tried his best to see Yan Zishu and wanted to say sorry to her, but he just didn't have the strength to open his eyes.

"Swallow, I'm sorry!"

His voice was dry, maybe he was sick, with a little grievance.

Yan Zishu touched his forehead. It was very hot and his hands were sweating. When he heard him say sorry, he looked at his red face because of the fever, and his heart was filled with dense pain.

"I'm sorry?"

She couldn't help asking.

"I'm sorry, Yanzi, I shouldn't have treated you so rudely that night. I didn't think about it, but I didn't even know what I was doing. For you, in my heart, it was a blessing arranged by fate."

Although Lu Ziran was confused, he was talking about his true words. He really heard Yan Zishu's voice, and he was eager to get her forgiveness.

Yan Zishu knew that he was referring to the night they were in the hotel. How could this bastard have to afford to be so long when he got sick?

"Swallow, don't leave me, okay?"

Lu Ziran murmured softly.

Yan Zishu, who was sitting aside, could hear clearly.

Yan Zishu's heart tightened and kept looking outside the door. Butler Wu had already contacted the doctor, why didn't he come yet?

This person became confused when he was sick. Now everything he said depends entirely on his heart.

Qiqi also told her that her brother only fell asleep in the dark as soon as he got sick.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a young man walked in with a medical box led by Butler Wu.

"Doctor Xu, please show it. It was fine last night and I got sick early this morning."

Butler Wu was also anxious. He was fine when he came back last night, so why did he catch a cold after sleeping all night?

This young man just lacks exercise.

Dr. Xu nodded and glanced at Yan Zishu. Yan Zishu also nodded and greeted him and retreated aside.

Dr. Xu carefully examined Lu Ziran, and after more than ten minutes, he said: "Due to being too tired, I ate something that has a fever, I caught a cold, and the blood circulation in the upper respiratory tract mucosa is not smooth, resulting in ischemia, hypoxia, dizziness, headache, and symptoms of particularly sleepyness."

Du Xin, who followed in behind, saw Yan Zishu also and said, "Doctor Xu, the second young master hasn't had a good sleep for almost two months."

Dr. Xu: "It also has something to do with his emotions. He seems to have been calling Yanzi in a daze. Who is Yanzi?"

Yan Zishu: "..." Du Xin narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Zishu: "Miss Yan, since you left Jiang City, the second young master has been living in self-blame. He has not had a good rest at night and has to be busy filming during the day, so he is sick."

Du Xin seized the opportunity to sell Lu Ziran miserably.

Yan Zishu looked at Du Xin silently, how could it be that Lu Ziran was sick and seemed to have something to do with her?

Yan Zishu lowered his head and didn't say anything, but Yan Shutian gently pulled his mother's hand: "Mom, don't go to the company today, okay?

Dad needs you.”

Yan Zishu lowered his head and looked at her daughter's watery eyes begging her. If she didn't agree, she would be a bad silver.

"I..." "Swallow, Swallow..." Lu Ziran didn't know what was stimulating and kept calling Yan Zishu.

At this time, Dr. Xu had already given him a little drip.

Looking up, he looked at Yan Zishu, "Miss Yan, the second young master is not in good condition. It seems that the second young master's heart disease is Miss Yan."

Yan Zishu's face was very bad. Why is this stinky man so poor in tolerance?

She has experienced such a painful thing and has not made herself depressed in the past few years. How many days has he been?

I was so sick that I couldn't get up.

In the end, Yan Zishu agreed to stay and take care of Lu Ziran.

After everyone left, only Yan Zishu and Lu Ziran were left in the room.

Seeing his fair forehead full of sweat, she got up and went to the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, and helped him wipe off the sweat from his forehead.

It was really hot that day, and she opened all the windows and added the air conditioner, and it still felt very hot.

She was used to the climate of Ning City and didn't feel hot, but Lu Ziran kept sweating.

In the palm of my hand, my body, my light blue pajamas were already wet with sweat.

Yan Zishu spent the whole afternoon sucking the sweat on Lu Ziran. It was not until after the three bottles were hung, Lu Ziran's body temperature slowly dropped, and she sat down and rested for a while.

At this moment, she could look at the man lying quietly on the bed with her unrestrained and unrestrained outline. Her outline was still so handsome, her lips of moderate thickness were confusing and pleasing to the eye.

She couldn't help but stretch out her hand and gently painted his facial features. This face had long been imprinted in her heart.

Lu Ziran, although I hate you to hurt me so much, I still hope that you will be free from illness and pain and will have a smooth life.

At around 6:00 p.m., Lu Ziran woke up from hunger.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Zishu sitting by the bed with his eyes facing each other. Yan Zishu's eyes flashed, and Lu Ziran's eyes were filled with joy.

"swallow."

He was afraid that it was an illusion, so he screamed, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

It's as bleak as the autumn rain.

"Hmm! Are you better?"

Yan Zishu asked, but there was no expression on his face.

Lu Ziran smiled, very happy, and there seemed to be tenderness between his eyebrows and eyes: "With you here, I will not hurt anywhere."

Yan Zishu ignored his chicken soup wontons and asked, "Do you want to drink water?"
Chapter completed!