No matter how fierce I will cry for you

Miss Qiao Er was drunk and fell asleep. In the ice and snow, the mobile phone originally pressed to her ear also slipped into the snow water next to her. Mr. Shao's deep and hoarse voice inside still asked: "Where are you?"

The waitress immediately leaned over to pick up the phone, wiped off the snow and put it to her ear. She didn't know who was on the other side, but only heard a voice that made her ears pregnant.

"Where are you?" Shao Rongqian repeated, with the sound of chairs rubbing against the floor, it was obvious that Mr. Shao had gone out.

"Miss Qiao fainted in the restaurant, she must be drunk." The waitress said.

"I'll be there right away." The hoarse voice fell, and the call was hung up.

The waitress was careful, and ran back to the restaurant to find Qiao Mengyu's padded jacket. When she came out, she happened to see a tall figure striding towards her.

Dressed in a pure black expensive suit, with an unsmiling handsome face, and a pair of Ruifeng eyes like black ink, she thinks Mr. Shao is the prettiest in the world besides Mr. Fu.

So, the person on the phone just now is Mr. Shao.

Shao Rongqian had just entered the yard when he saw the child leaning limply on the tree trunk, his little face was flushed from the cold, and he unbuttoned his suit jacket while striding away.

When the man came to her, the suit was already tightly wrapped around her body. Mr. Shao Kong Wu was strong, and with only a little force, he hugged the man horizontally in his arms, as light as holding a cat.

The child was so drunk that he had no consciousness at all. His beautiful eyes were tightly closed, and his breathing was very weak. He didn't look like he was drunk, but more like he was sick.

In the middle of the cold winter night, the temperature had dropped to more than ten degrees below zero. Mr. Shao, wearing a thin shirt, strode through the corridor. He did not send her to the guest room, but went directly to his yard.

The heating in the room was sufficient, and the body was wrapped in warmth as soon as he entered, but the child still shivered unconsciously, and even his slender eyelashes trembled, and his thin and weak appearance made people feel distressed.

Drinking so much alcohol while sick is not a day of peace of mind.

Mr. Shao put her on the big bed in the bedroom, and touched her forehead with his generous and warm palm. Sure enough, she started to have a fever again.

Children always like to fall in love vigorously and desperately. Only adults can break up gracefully and decently. He really doesn't want to see her torture him like this.

"Xiaoyu?" Shao Rongqian gently pushed her shoulder and tried to shout.

The person on the bed seemed to have moved, and slowly raised his eyelids, his originally sly fox eyes were now half-closed and half-opened weakly.

"Is there any discomfort?" Shao Rongqian hurriedly asked again.

Unlike Fu Yanci, Shao Rongqian is naturally patient and good-tempered. He has always done things vigorously and skillfully, and the little patience left in his life is all used on this little fox cub.

The little man on the bed shook his head, tears came out before he could speak, and fell from the corners of his eyes onto the pillow, his voice was so hoarse, he asked him aggrievedly: "Why didn't you call me baby..."

In a word, Mr. Shao's heart was melted, and he was caught off guard, and he didn't know how to respond. At the end of the year, he was busy with the affairs of the company, and he had no time to spare, let alone think about those messy things. I only heard from Xi Yu that Miss Qiao Er had been bored at home for half a month and didn't go out, how could she have thought that she would torture herself like this.

Heartache is heartache, Mr. Shao is still half angry, and he doesn't want to be conquered by her with a few tears, so he hardened his heart and is not ready to reconcile with her.

Of course, the deeper reason lies in Ms. Liu. Ever since she invited Zhao Zhixi to the ancestral grave to see Fengshui, Ms. Liu has been going abroad frantically, contacting the royal families of various countries, insisting on finding the woman who carries the luck of the Shao family.

As for Feng Shui, Mr. Shao didn't believe it or didn't believe it. He tried his best to do what he could, and he didn't force what he couldn't. You can't be led by a few words.

Naturally, before all the dust settled, he didn't intend to reconcile with the little friend, lest there would be more trouble.

"I forgot..." The child seemed to see that he was silent, and opened his mouth in a muffled manner, and slowly closed his eyes, "We broke up..."

As he spoke, a tear fell from the corner of his eye and fell on Mr. Shao's heart. He couldn't help it no matter what, he moved closer with his knuckle fingers, and wiped away the tears on her face with his fingertips.

It is obviously a small and weak little crying bag, and if it insists on disguising itself as a proud peacock, children just like to be awkward.

"Are you sober?" Shao Rongqian asked in a deep voice.

The kid turned his face away, as if avoiding his fingers, closed his eyes and ignored him.

"You have a fever, have you seen a doctor recently, and what medicine are you taking?" Shao Rongqian asked again, his voice softening a bit.

The little fox cub still ignored him, and even turned over and turned his back to him, obviously having a quarrel again.

Shao Rongqian had no choice, and in the middle of the night, the only doctor in the manor was also drunk, so he could only think of a way by himself, twisted a towel with warm water, and wiped the little fox's forehead.

Shao Rongqian had never felt that he was so patient, he felt like he was raising a daughter, with the heart of a heavy old father.

The little fox cub occupied his bed, and under the influence of alcohol, he fell asleep in a short while. His palm-sized face was red, and his little paws were grabbing the corners of the quilt, and he did not sleep peacefully.

Fortunately, after changing a few towels, the fever subsided. Mr. Shao stayed by the bed until three o'clock in the morning. When she fell asleep completely and the fever subsided, he retreated from the bedroom.

Miss Qiao Er had a very restless sleep and kept dreaming. In the dream, Shao Rongqian kept laughing at her and scolding her for being worthless. She tried her best to explain, but he just refused to believe it and kept making faces at her. He looked like he was gloating over his misfortune.

Qiao Mengyu was awakened by anger, her genius was dim, she suddenly opened her eyes, only to find that she was in a strange room, with a pure black suit jacket beside her, with the familiar scent of ambergris on it, she I was a little dazed, and for a while I couldn't tell where it was.

Until a tall and tall man came in. His black cotton shirt was wrinkled and his hair was slightly messy. Mr. Shao seemed to have just woken up. There was sleepiness in Ruifeng's eyes, and he looked at the child on the bed casually.

"Wake up." Shao Rongqian said, his voice was hoarse than usual, and his tone was so natural, as if they had never broken up.

As he spoke, Mr. Shao had already stood still beside the bed. He was dressed in black, which naturally gave people a sense of oppression. He stretched out his hand, and his warm palm directly covered her forehead...