Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

Han Yixing couldn't feel any warmth being held in his arms, his body was also terribly cold, she was trembling, and she was also groggy, wanting to stay away from him, but subconsciously nestled down.

"It's so cold..."

"Turn on the heater to the maximum!" Meng Beichen ordered immediately, and added at the end: "From now on, I will have a blanket in every car!"

"Yes!" Fishero could only nod in agreement, knowing that Young Master Bei was on the verge of getting angry.

Han Yihan was silent for a while, and then suddenly shouted: "Isn't there a hospital at home?" Her teeth were chattering, and she was still thinking about the medical room in Dream Garden. [

Hearing what she said, Meng Beichen immediately said softly, "Okay, you can go back if you don't want to go to the hospital."

He raised his head and continued to order in a cold voice: "Go back to Mengyuan immediately, call Dr. Zhang, and drive faster!"

"Yes!" Fishero continued to respond, with a somewhat speechless attitude between raising his head and bowing his head.

"You're so cold..." Han Yixing half-closed her eyes, frowned and complained, she wanted to sit alone, but he kept hugging her.

Hearing this, Meng Beichen immediately turned his head and winked at one of his subordinates, who hurriedly took off his coat and handed it over, sighing inwardly, the young master really listened to the young mistress too much.

Meng Beichen casually put the subordinate's clothes over his wet suit, and hugged her a little tighter, "It's not cold anymore, honey, we'll be home soon."

"Hmm..." Han Yixing answered vaguely, closed his eyes and stayed in his arms and didn't move. Meng Beichen was worried and anxious, fearing that something would happen if she fell asleep, so he patted her on the back and asked softly. Said: "Yixing, how do you feel?"

"The things I bought today are missing."

Meng Beichen was speechless for a moment, what time is this, she was still thinking about those broken things, frowned and thought for a while, then he suddenly took out a wet ball of paper from his pocket, stretched out his hand and threw it on one of his subordinates.

"According to the list above, buy me ten packs!"

"Yes... Young Master Bei." The subordinate replied hesitantly, the paper was wet and rotted as soon as it was opened, but he had no choice but to go to the supermarket tomorrow to adjust the order, this task must be completed.

When Han Yixing heard this, he immediately showed a weak smile, ten bags, isn't that a lot. . .