Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 7 Knowing her so well, it's strange!
She pursed her lips, and brought the bowl over without saying a word.

It was the worst ginger soup she had ever tasted. I don't know how much it was put in. It was so spicy that she looked at him with pretty eyebrows that were almost knotted.

The bottom of the bowl was empty, Yan Xijue finally looked better, and when he bent down, he stretched out his hand to test the temperature of her forehead.

Not hot.

Take it easy.

Su Anqian stared at his unchanging face the whole time, yelled at her, kept her out of the rain, cooked ginger soup for her, tested the temperature of her forehead, and watched him step out of the bedroom with confidence.

Does he know what he is doing?

Every twenty minutes or so, Yan Xijue would come over to test the temperature of her forehead, and each time he would slightly stretch his brows.

Finally, for the last time, she looked at him fixedly, "Why do you know I can't catch a cold?"

Since she was a child, when she caught a cold, the whole family felt like a disaster, and they were busy. Her illness lasted for more than ten days, and she couldn't take medicine. People are determined not to expose her to the rain, not even the cold wind.

Just as Yan Xijue withdrew his hand, his fingertips paused for a moment before he looked at her calmly, "Is it difficult for me to check someone?"

Su Anqian grabbed his wrist, prevented him from getting up and leaving, and looked straight into those too deep black eyes, "Then tell me, why do you want me to marry you? Why do you sometimes act so considerate?"

The man's indifferent gaze was on her cool and white fingertips, and he frowned, his warm palm had already wrapped her hand, but he said lightly: "There are too many problems, it looks very unlovable."

He can always get rid of her so casually.

"I'll leave when the rain stops." Seeing him turn around, Su Anqian stared at him stubbornly.

Sure enough, Yan Xijue stopped when he turned around.

Turning back again, his face was gloomy.

Walking over, he held her in place with both hands against the wall, "Looking for a job from Ye Ling?"

She seemed to have pinpointed something, and raised her face slightly, "He is the eldest son of the Ye family, and his connections are not much worse than yours."

Yan Xijue narrowed his eyes slightly, his thin lips were pursed coldly, and he opened his thin lips after a while, "Let me see that you have something to do with Ye Ling again, I'll let him go and be your grandfather's companion!"

Sharp eyes, deep voice, no jokes at all.

Su An swallowed lightly, her grandfather passed away when she was a child, she frowned at him, "You don't like Ye Ling very much."

The man twitched his lips, "Should I like my wife's ex-boyfriend?"

But their marriage was clearly just an agreement.

But she didn't say it after all, because if she said it, Yan Xijue might have chewed her up and swallowed her.

She looked at him and smiled lightly, "Do you know that you will make me hallucinate like this? In case one day I like this feeling..."

Yan Xijue looked at her fixedly, looked at her soft lips opening and closing, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he pulled the distance closer as if possessed.

Su An, who was caught off guard, stared blankly and lost his voice.

He leisurely saw his Adam's apple move slightly, and said: "An'an, I allow you to like me."

He called her An'an, not Qianqian.

For a second, Su Anqian felt his limbs suddenly numb, and was intimidated by the fragrance of green grass on his body, and his mind was full of the mellow sentence "An'an".

Who called her?
"Tuk-tuk!" There was a sudden knock on the door.

Yan Xijue turned around leisurely, ignoring her in a daze.

Ji Cheng was waiting at the door, and behind him were several waiters, each of whom was full of ladies' clothes.

Yan Xijue glanced at it, then nodded to let people in.

Several people filed in, arranged all her clothes and shoes, and then filed out again. They were well-trained.I didn't even glance at it from the corner of my eye.

When going out, Ji Cheng was stopped by Yan Xijue, "Let Aunt Shen come and cook."

"Okay." Then he frowned again, Ji Cheng raised his head, and asked bravely: "There is a party tonight, are you still going?"

His understanding is that if dinner is eaten at home, the entertainment may be rejected.

Yan Xijue pressed his temples, but replied with a good temper: "Do it for her."

"Understood." Ji Cheng opened his mouth and asked the housekeeper to come over and cook for the part-time cleaner. Of course, this part-time worker is Mrs. Yan, so it's normal.

Yan Xijue and Ji Cheng left together.

It was after ten o'clock at night that Yan Xijue called her.

"Sleeping?" He asked calmly.

Su Anqian only felt that her throat was smoking, her whole body was weak, and her eyelids were so painful that she couldn't open her eyes, so she only uttered one word: "Yeah."

Yan Xijue heard that she was not in good spirits, thought she was really asleep, and was about to hang up the phone.

He suddenly heard her cough, and immediately frowned, "Su Anqian?"

"Hmm..." Su Anqian snorted weakly, subconsciously felt that her period would leak, so she frowned and struggled to go to the bathroom.

The phone was forgotten on the bed.

Yan Xijue couldn't hear her voice, his thick eyebrows were knotted, he turned his hand and hung up, went into the box, took his coat and walked towards the door.

Xue Nanyu looked at him abruptly, "What are you doing?"

"You can figure it out yourself." Yan Xijue said in a low voice, and strode out the door.

Xue Nanyu opened his eyes in astonishment, the wine glass in his hand almost fell towards his heel, and said, "Can I take such a big order?"

The man had already rushed out of the clubhouse, Ji Cheng was stunned and immediately prepared the car.

Yujing Garden.

In winter, the night in the villa garden is especially quiet. Occasionally, you can only hear the rustling of nearby jungle leaves. From the foot of the mountain to the top, listening to the salsa all the way in the car, the man's eyes became more and more irritable.

There was not even a light on in the villa. Yan Xijue entered the door, and the lights were turned on everywhere he went, but there was no her in the living room, nor in the master bedroom. Finally, he found her curled up in the side sleeper where he hardly set foot. girls together.

"Su Anqian?" Crouching beside the bed, Yan Xijue tried to wake her up.

No response.

He turned her over, touched her forehead, cursed in a low voice, and the anxiety in her eyes became clear.

The afternoon was fine, but he tried so many times, but the result was still the same.

"When will Di Yun arrive?" Yan Xijue asked repressedly from the side.

Ji Cheng frowned, not sure about the time, "I'll call Dr. Di right away."

Fortunately, as soon as Di Yun got off the plane, Ji Cheng rushed over without taking a sip of water, "Doctor Di, please hurry up, Mr. Yan hasn't had such a temper for a long time."

Di Yun walked to Yujing Garden helplessly.

Seeing Su Anqian on the bed, Di Yun frowned, because the situation was more serious than she thought, and out of a doctor's instinct, she couldn't care how tired she was.

"Is there any case of her?" Di Yun asked.

Yan Xijue frowned and shook his head, and only said: "She is allergic to all common cold medicines, so there is no need to try."

These words made Di Yun stunned for a moment, Yan Xijue seemed to know her very well?
How strange.

Don't ask too much, this is self-discipline, and Di Yun can only test and administer Su Anqian himself.

When everything settled down, Su Anqian was already in a deep sleep. Her skin was so delicate that blood vessels could hardly be found. With a good hand, a senior doctor like Di Yun insisted on poking a few pinholes.

Looking up and seeing Yan Xijue staring at the needle's eye and only frowning, Di Yun also pursed her lips apologetically, "Does your heart hurt?"

Yan Xijue didn't speak, he tucked the quilt for Su Anqian, straightened up and walked out of the bedroom.

Di Yun looked at the fresh and beautiful face on the bed again, raised her eyebrows slightly and followed out.

In the study, Di Yun looked at him and put a report in front of him, "Yanya has had a liver transplant for three years, and this is the first time she has had an accident. She is now in stable condition, but the new drug has not yet been approved. Now Ke Wan'er is also in a coma, and she You have been in good health since donating your liver, but you can't take the risk of testing the medicine at this time, so do you want this young lady to test the medicine on your behalf? Or do you want to postpone this matter?"

Yan Xijue lit a cigarette, but Ying frowned, taking a puff after a long time, "For Yan Ya's matter, Wan'er is enough for the time being."

Di Yun nodded her head, she understood, she just didn't want this girl to be tied to Yan Ya's condition.

"Don't worry, I will let Yanya take care of herself." She patted Yan Xijue. As a brother, he tried his best to keep Yanya. For 20 years, he even supported YSK by himself.

It is said that he is indifferent and ruthless, and I am afraid that no one is more affectionate than him.

Turning around and taking the bag, Di Yun looked at him, "I have to go first, I'm starving to death, I'll go and see Ke Wan'er after I'm done, don't worry... Oh yes! I'll come back if the girl doesn't have a fever tomorrow."

"Hard work." Yan Xijue nodded slightly.

The villa fell into silence again.

Yan Xijue stood by the bed and looked at her for a long time, his deep eyes were covered with a faint layer of worry, and he raised his hand after a long while to pinch between his brows, showing a little tiredness.

The next day Xue Nanyu went over and saw Yan Xijue sitting on the chair all night, he was so frightened that he didn't even blink his eyes.

That's right, Yan Xijue sat like this for another night.

"Are you out of your mind?" Xue Nanyu waved his fingers in front of the man.

Yan Xijue straightened his waist, his joints 'cracked', glanced at him, got up and walked to the bathroom lightly, said: "The schedule will be postponed for two days."

Xue Nanyu immediately raised his eyebrows, and chased after a few steps to the door of the bathroom, "Are you bewitched? It's just that Su Anqian has a cold and you even changed the itinerary. If Su Anqian doesn't like me, are you going to take me as well?" kicked?"

A slightly teasing tone was exchanged for Yan Xijue's indifferent glance, "It's possible."

Xue Nanyu: Damn!
That day, Xue Nanyu ate breakfast and lunch in Yujing Garden, and every time he stared at Su Anqian, like studying an antique, he wanted to see what was different about her.

Su Anqian was sick, had a poor appetite, was in low spirits, and was stared at by Xue Nanyu, so she left the restaurant after eating two bites.

When Yan Xijue entered the bedroom, she sat on the head of the bed with her knees hugged, looked up at him with a pale face, "I want to see my mother, if I can't see me for two days, she will be worried."

"Someone will take care of her." Yan Xijue said lightly, and handed over a pill.

Su Anqian frowned as she looked at the yellow icing, and refused to accept it no matter what.

(End of this chapter)