Three children, the president's father is super fierce

Chapter 2280 I'm sick, dad needs you
Chapter 2280: Sick, Dad needs you
Yan Zishu frowned, looking at his crying daughter, he couldn't figure it out, why did the man who was fine last night suddenly get sick?

"Mom, go and see Dad. Dad is really sad. I called him several times and he didn't agree. Is Dad okay?" Yan Shutian was very worried.

Yan Zishu originally wanted to go to the company, but now that the company has switched to self-media, there are many things to deal with.

Wei Shangxun just called me, and today I have an idea, and I need her to attend.

Right now, I can only go to see Lu Ziran first.

"Okay, Tian Tian, ​​don't cry, mom will go and have a look first."

Yan Zishu took his daughter by the hand and went to Lu Ziran's house.

At this time, Butler Wu also found out that Lu Ziran was sick and was calling to arrange for a doctor to come.

Looking back, I saw Yan Zishu and Yan Shutian who was crying sadly.

He said, "Miss Yan, Second Young Master's room is on the third floor."

Yan Zishu pursed his lips slightly, nodded, said "thank you", and pulled his daughter up.

She had already been to Lu Ziran's room once before, and no one was home the day she came.

Arriving in Lu Ziran's room, Lu Ziran lay quietly, frowning, sometimes frowning in pain, his face was covered with sweat.

He was not covered with a quilt, and he was wearing light blue pajamas. His tall figure looked very fragile at the moment.

"Lu Ziran, Lu Ziran, can you hear me?" Yan Zishu gently called Lu Luzi a few times, but he didn't respond much.

In a daze, Lu Ziran seemed to hear Yan Zishu's voice, he desperately wanted to see Yan Zishu, wanted to say sorry to her, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"Swallow, I'm sorry!" His voice was dry, maybe he was sick, and there was some grievance.

Yan Zishu touched his forehead, it was very hot, and there was sweat on his hand. When he heard him say sorry, and looked at his red face due to fever, dense pain spread in the tip of his heart.

"Sorry for what?" She couldn't help asking.

"I'm sorry, Yanzi, I shouldn't have been so rude to you that night. I didn't want to, but I didn't even know what I was doing. For you, in my heart, it was a favor arranged by fate." Although Lu Ziran In a daze, but what he said was his sincerity. He really heard Yan Zishu's voice, and he desperately wanted her forgiveness.

Yan Zishu knew that he was referring to the night they were in the hotel, this bastard, how could he afford to take so long when he was sick.

"Swallow, don't leave me, okay?" Lu Ziran murmured softly.

Yan Zishu, who was sitting by the side, could hear it clearly.

Yan Zishu's heart tightened, and he kept looking outside the door. Butler Wu had already contacted the doctor, why didn't he come?This person becomes confused as soon as he gets sick, and now everything he says depends on his inner consciousness.

Qiqi also told her that when her brother was sick, he would sleep in the dark.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, a young man came in with a medicine box led by Butler Wu.

"Doctor Xu, show me quickly. You were fine last night, but you got sick early this morning." Butler Wu was also anxious. He was fine when he came back last night. Why did he catch a cold after sleeping all night?

This young man just lacks exercise.

Doctor Xu nodded, and glanced at Yan Zishu, who also nodded in greeting, and stepped aside.

Dr. Xu examined Lu Ziran carefully, and after more than ten minutes, he said: "Because I was too tired, I ate something that got angry, I caught a cold, and the blood circulation of the upper respiratory tract mucous membrane was not smooth, resulting in ischemia and oxygen deficiency. It can cause dizziness, headache, and symptoms of extreme sleepiness."

Du Xin, who came in after him, saw that Yan Zishu was also there, and said, "Doctor Xu, Second Young Master hasn't slept well in almost two months."

Dr. Xu: "It also has something to do with his emotions. He seems to be calling Yanzi all the time in a daze. Who is Yanzi?"

Yan Zishu: "..."

Du Xin squinted his eyes and looked at Yan Zishu: "Miss Yan, since you left Jiangshi, the second young master has been living in self-blame, not resting well at night, and busy with filming during the day, that's why he's sick .” Du Xin seized the opportunity to sell Lu Ziran badly.

Yan Zishu looked at Du Xin silently, saying that Lu Ziran's illness seemed to have something to do with her.

Yan Zishu lowered his head and did not speak, but Yan Shutian gently took his mother's hand: "Mom, don't go to the company today, okay? Dad needs you."

Yan Zishu lowered his head, looked at his daughter's big watery eyes and looked at her pleadingly, if she didn't agree, she would be a good bad money.

"I……"

"Swallow, swallow..." Lu Ziran didn't know what stimulated her, and kept calling Yan Zishu.

At this time, Dr. Xu had already given him a drip.

Looking up, he looked at Yan Zishu, "Miss Yan, the second young master's condition is not very good, it seems that the second young master's heart disease is Miss Yan."

Yan Zishu's complexion is very bad, why is this smelly man's endurance so poor?

She has experienced such painful things, and she hasn't made herself depressed in the past few years. It's only been a few days for him?I was so sick that I couldn't get up.

In the end, Yan Zishu agreed to stay and take care of Lu Ziran.

After everyone withdrew, only Yan Zishu and Lu Ziran were left in the room.

Seeing that his fair forehead was covered with sweat, she got up and went to the bathroom, brought out a basin of hot water, and helped him wipe the sweat off his forehead.

It was a really hot day. She opened all the windows and added the air conditioner, but it still felt very hot.

She is used to the climate in Ningshi, so she doesn't feel hot, but Lu Ziran keeps sweating.

In the palm of his hand, on his body, the neckline of the light blue pajamas was already soaked with sweat.

Yan Zishu was busy wiping Lu Ziran's sweat all afternoon, and she didn't sit down to rest for a while until Lu Ziran's body temperature dropped slowly after the three bottles of intravenous drip were hung up.

At this moment, she can look at the man lying quietly on the bed presumptuously and willfully. His outline is still so handsome, and his moderately thick lips are very seductive, which is pleasing to the eye.

She couldn't help stretching out her hand, and gently painted his facial features. This face had already been imprinted in her heart.

Lu Ziran, although I hate you for hurting me so much, I still hope that you will be free from illness and pain, and that your life will go smoothly.

At around six o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Ziran woke up from hunger.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yan Zishu sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes met. Yan Zishu's eyes flickered, and Lu Ziran's eyes were filled with joy.

"Swallow." He was afraid that it was an illusion, so he called out, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

As bleak as autumn rain.

"Hmm! Are you better?" Yan Zishu asked, but there was no expression on his face.

Lu Ziran smiled, very happy, and there seemed to be tenderness between his brows and eyes: "With you here, I don't feel any pain anywhere."

Yan Zishu ignored his chicken soup wontons and asked, "Do you want some water?"

Lu Ziran looked at her happily: "Drink, thirsty."

(End of this chapter)