Chief Secretary and President

An Le'er was holding back her cough. This was the result of taking a cold shower all night. When she knew that Nangong Ling was returning to China today, she couldn't think of a better way to make Nangong Ling take a look at her: "She... went abroad yesterday... ...to participate in the film festival, I...there is no one around me..." After speaking, the phone was thrown on the ground.

Hearing the sound of "boom" from the opposite side, Nangong Ling became even more nervous: "Leer, Leer, talk, Leer..." After shouting more than ten times without any response, Nangong Ling directly picked up the coat he had just taken off and asked Run to the underground garage.

Nangong Ling called An Leer's manager, took out the key from the company and went to An Leer's apartment. When she opened the door, she saw the phone thrown aside. An Leer was wearing a set of almost transparent red suspender pajamas. Has fallen into a coma.

Taking a few quick steps, squatting down, Nangong Ling hugged An Le'er into his arms, and shouted eagerly: "Le'er, Le'er, wake up..." The person in his arms was unconscious, and stretched out his hand Touching her forehead, his guess was right, An Le'er had a fever, looked around, and saw a bottle of antipyretics on the table.

Picking up Anle and placing her on the bed in the bedroom, this bedroom is exquisitely decorated, with a golden nanmu double bed placed in the center of the room, two green stylish swivel chairs placed under the window, and a dark brown tall chair next to it There are a few magazines on the small cabinet, and the wardrobe in the boudoir is made of finely crafted jadeite handles inlaid on golden nanmu.

Nangong Ling was not in the mood to watch everything in the house, and after covering An Le'er with the quilt, he returned to the living room, took the antipyretic medicine from the glass tea table, poured a glass of warm water and returned to the bedroom, helped An Le'er from the bed to lean against him On her chest, he carefully put the medicine into her mouth, then pinched the corners of her lips and poured the water into it.

After doing all this, Nangong Ling looked at the woman on the bed. It wasn't that he wasn't tender, but that tenderness was only for the woman he loved the most, and now he was able to stand here only because she had left traces in his life.

He got up and wanted to leave this beautiful woman's boudoir. He shouldn't have come, but in the end he was worried about her body. The person on the bed stretched out his hot hand to grab Nangong Ling who wanted to leave.

Regardless of the weakness of her body, An Le'er used the other to support her already thin body. She did all this for him. If he leaves at this time, what is the value of her illness? There is affection in her eyes Mai looked at Nangong Ling: "Ling... don't go, stay with me."

This is the first time An Le'er has begged him. Nangong Ling turned around. The woman in front of her was so proud, but why did she torture herself like this now? Seeing An Le'er who had awakened, Nangong Ling's face appeared again Aside from his inherent indifference, there was no trace of emotion in his voice, as if everything just now was just a dream: "Take a good rest, I have something to do today, and the manager has already returned by the latest flight."

An Le'er tightly grabbed Nangong Ling's hand, and the other hand also grabbed the corner of his clothes. For a long time in her dreams, she thought that he didn't love him, but after she came to the mainland, she realized that she loved him. The pain was so deep that I couldn't extricate myself, tears fell on my cheeks, I only hoped that this man could give me another chance: "Don't... Ling, I don't want you to go... Cough, cough, I don't want the halo on my head... Cough, I'll stay by your side, okay, okay?"

Nangong Ling sat beside An Le'er's bed, the woman's body clinging tightly to his back, reluctant to close her eyes, lest if she didn't pay attention, this man would disappear.

An Le'er finally couldn't resist the effect of taking the medicine. Hearing the strong heartbeat, she slowly closed her eyes, but her hands were still tightly wrapped around Nangong Ling's waist.

Nangong Ling heard the sound of even breathing behind him, turned around gently, An Le'er found a comfortable position, did not relax her hands, but wrapped her arms around his neck and snuggled into his arms, Nangong Ling put She carried her to the bed and covered her with the quilt.

The sunlight outside the window has been half blocked, Nangong Ling stayed here to accompany An Le'er all morning, took out his mobile phone to call the hotel, and ordered the administrative director to cook a light porridge and a few side dishes and deliver them to the apartment.

A few hours later, Nangong Ling gave An Le'er another dose of medicine, and the fever didn't subside until five o'clock in the afternoon.

An Le'er woke up and didn't see Nangong Ling's shadow. She got up suddenly from the bed and opened the door to look for that tall figure regardless of her discomfort. When she came to the door of the study, she realized that Nangong Ling was sitting at the desk. Looking at a business report, it was the one about this year's culinary competition, and her heart calmed down.

Nangong Ling raised his head and saw An Le'er. He fulfilled a wish of his own, which was to take care of An Le'er who was sick for the last time after the breakup. He put the magazine back on the desk, stood up and walked towards An Le'er. .

An Le'er, who was dressed in a see-through costume, saw Nangong Ling walking towards her, her heart jumped wildly like a love affair, her face was also flushed with love, and she stared straight at Nangong Ling with that kind of charming eyes. Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling casually picked up a coat from the sofa and put it on An Le'er's body, without further movement, the hollow voice echoed in the study: "I ordered a porridge and side dishes, in the thermos, you haven't had a day Eat something, eat something first, I still have something to do, so I will go first."

An Le'er didn't expect that Nangong Ling would ignore her temptation, thinking that as long as her first lady in the film industry hooks her little finger casually, the men around her will surrender under her pomegranate skirt, take a step forward, and block Nangong Ling's way. A pitiful Jingying: "Come and have a meal with me, it's been a long time since we ate together, today is the end of the memory of the past."

Nangong Ling didn't refuse either. The two walked towards the restaurant side by side. The open restaurant, the pure white tables and chairs, and the large transparent glass windows made the whole restaurant bright and pleasant. The cleaning is excellent, and there is no smell of oily smoke.

An Le'er opened the thermos on the marble dining table, and the light porridge smelled inside. The two of them sat together and ate their food quietly, without any verbal communication, but now they were far apart.

An Leer went into the kitchen and brought a coffee cup to make a cup of fragrant coffee. Her body blocked Nangong Ling's view. An Leer opened the kitchen cabinet above her head and took a box, took out a white paper bag from it, hesitated After a while, he bit his red lip and poured it into the cup.

Put it in front of Nangong Ling, An Le'er, who is an actor herself, withdrew her nervousness just now, and sat beside Nangong Ling with a smile on her face: "I know you are used to drinking a cup of coffee after meals, and I happen to have a few bags here, Maybe the taste is not as good as yours, so let’s make up for it today.”