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Feeling Mu An'an's menacing gaze, Cheng Yao swallowed silently, exited the call interface decisively, and put the phone away.
Mu Anan was not satisfied and stared at him coldly.
Cheng Yao silently offered his mobile phone with both hands.
Mu Anan took it away, and then decisively slammed the door shut.
Cheng Yao:
It is too difficult to live.
It's too difficult, too difficult.
The wound on Mu Anan's shoulder opened again, and this time it was more serious, with the possibility of illness and inflammation.
The doctor treated the wound, and Mu Anan had a fever that night.
But because he didn't want to cause a stir, he just asked Cheng Yao to ask the doctor to prescribe antipyretics and persisted.
Cheng Yao stayed in Mu An'an's room the whole time, serving tea and water, and checking his body temperature.
"Go to sleep, I'm fine."
Mu An'an leaned on the bed, feeling a little weak, but not without sanity.
Cheng Yao guarded Mu An'an, "Sister An, go to sleep, I'll check your body temperature anytime."
"Don't worry, Zong Zhengyu won't do anything to you even if something happens to me." Mu Anan said jokingly.
Cheng Yao had a serious expression on his face, "Do you think only Qi Ye would do anything to me?"
"Something happened to you. Brother Xian was the first to come back from Country A and kill me! There are also Xiao Jiu, Song Ting, and Jiang Chen, including Zhao Qiyu who is still in the competition"
The more Cheng Yao said, the more he felt why he took Mu An'an, the ancestor, back home so simply.
If you don't take good care of this, you will suffer.
"Is it that exaggerated?" Mu Anan was helpless.
Cheng Yao said solemnly, "Very exaggerated."
"So, Sister An, for the safety of my life, shall we take care of ourselves?"
As Cheng Yao said, he gently supported Mu Anan to lie down, changed the towel for Mu Anan, and stuck it on Mu Anan's forehead.
?Re-measure body temperature.
Although it is still burning, it is obvious that the body temperature has a tendency to drop.
"Sister An, you should sleep for a while."
Cheng Yao said, and ran to another room to bring a quilt.
However, because Mu Anan was injured, the quilts were all made up to avoid hurting Mu Anan's shoulder.
Mu Anan was indeed very weak, and slowly closed his eyes.
After Mu An'an fell asleep, Cheng Yao pulled the quilt again, and then took a towel to wipe Mu An'an's face.
However, just as Cheng Yao finished wiping Mu An'an's face seriously, he was about to go to the bathroom to twist the towel.
As a result, when I turned around, I was frightened by a figure!
Cheng Yao didn't know when this man was standing behind him, staring at him blankly with aura all over his body, so that Cheng Yao backed away in fright.
"Seventh, Lord Seventh"
"what are you doing?"
"In the¡¡"
When Cheng Yao weakly chirped and answered, he found that he was holding a towel in his hand, so he quickly hid the towel.
"Go to Miss An's room to borrow towels."
As soon as this damn reason came out, Cheng Yao wanted to question his IQ.
Facing Cheng Yao's lame explanation, Zong Zhengyu did not respond, but shifted his gaze to the back of Cheng Yao, lying on the bed, covered with several quilts, and sleeping on the unconscious Mu An'an.
Cheng Yao quickly looked away.
"What's going on?" Zong Zhengyu asked.
Cheng Yao looked at Mu An'an, thinking about Mu An'an's repeated warnings, hesitated for a moment and said, "It's just a simple fever"
Cheng Yao wanted to hide it according to Mu An'an's intention, but when Zong Zhengyu turned around, his eyes were too murderous.
Cheng Yao was shocked, and immediately told the whole story about the assassination tonight.
"Where is the person?" Zong Zhengyu's expression changed on the spot, and his voice was extremely low.
"After the bodyguard team took them away, they died." Cheng Yao answered truthfully, "Death Squad."
Zong Zhengyu didn't answer, and walked to Mu An'an's side, looking at the deliberately vacated shoulder seat.
In order to prevent the quilt from pressing on the wound, the quilt was folded to avoid the seat of Mu Anan's shoulder.
Because of the deterioration of the wound, Mu Anan couldn't wear clothes, and simply wore a suspender, so Zong Zhengyu could see the freshly bandaged wound at a glance.
Even with the dim light, you can still see blood oozing from the wound.
"Fever, caused by wound infection?" Zong Zhengyu asked, staring at Mu An'an's wound.
the"Yes." Cheng Yao replied immediately, feeling extremely nervous.
Ever since Zong Zhengyu's sudden appearance, Cheng Yao began to panic. At this time, although Qi Ye was not in any mood, even when he asked Cheng Yao something, he was very calm.
But Cheng Yao clearly felt that Zongzheng Yu at this time was extremely dangerous.
He subconsciously stepped back.
Zong Zhengyu didn't ask Cheng Yao too much, and directly took out his mobile phone to call Gu Shuqing, "I'll send you the address, bring your things, and come right over."
"The wound is inflamed and has a fever."
With just a few words, the phone was cut off.
When Zong Zhengyu threw the phone aside, he suddenly remembered something, and looked back at Cheng Yao in the room.
Cheng Yao was shocked, "Master Qi, go ahead, call me if you need anything, I'll go downstairs first, and prepare some porridge for Sister An."
"Put the sugar in," Zong Zhengyu said.
"Oh, good, good."
After replying in a daze, Cheng Yao hurriedly left the room and closed the door softly.
Zong Zhengyu's eyes re-locked on Mu An'an.
At this time, Mu An'an had a fever, was sleeping in a daze, and had no sense of everything around him.
Zong Zhengyu reached out and stroked her hot face, "Don't mention being assassinated, don't mention the bad wounds, and don't mention the fever."
His words were full of helplessness.
In the end, he sighed deeply, looked at the sleeping Mu Anan, "I won't come here at night, and I plan to keep it a secret from me, huh?"
If it weren't for the fact that I was really upset and couldn't sleep.
Zong Zhengyu would not come here with the intention of coming to see her.
Not to mention her current situation.
"I don't have a bad temper at all."
Zong Zhengyu stretched out his index finger and scratched Mu An'an's nose, "When you are obedient, you can do anything. If you are disobedient and lose your temper, you can do anything."
"Don't tell me about the injury, or the fever."
It's not at all like the previous one. In order to be comforted and coaxed by him a little thinner, he exaggerated the shocking power and sold it to the point of being as pure as fire.
Now I don't talk about my injuries, I don't talk about my grievances, and I don't want to say anything.
"Why are you so rude?"
Zong Zhengyu sat beside Mu An'an's bed, stroking her face.
Mu An was sleeping in a daze, when Zongzheng Yu's palm was pressed against Mu An'an's face, Mu An'an almost put his face on it reluctantly.
She rubbed it habitually, and then a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Zong Zhengyu, the wound hurts." She yelled in a daze.
Zong Zhengyu wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mu Anan refused, "Qiye, the wound hurts"
She was already confused, but subconsciously, she could feel Qiye's temperature, rubbing against his palm, speaking softly and aggrieved.
Zong Zhengyu was quite angry at first, but seeing Mu An'an like this, his heart softened immediately, and he couldn't bear to be angry.
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It feels like it's been a long time, I haven't seen Sister An who sells miserably, and I miss her very much.
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