The wedding color is rippling: Gu Shao, you are enough

Chapter 1994 Tianxiang Extra Story 145 Sick
"Wait here a moment, Mr. An is still in a meeting, I guess..."

While the secretary was talking, the sound of the door opening suddenly interrupted him. The two of them looked back, only to see An Tianxiang in a striped suit walking towards him.

"Mr. An." The secretary walked to An Tianxiang, took the things in his hand, and greeted him in a low voice.

Seeing him coming, Yang Ning stood up in response. Looking at his pale face, she felt something was wrong.

"What's wrong with you, you look a little bad." Walking up slowly, what Yang Ning originally wanted to say was suppressed after seeing his pale face. Yang Ning looked at his sluggish expression carefully and felt that he It seems sick.

"It's okay." An Tianxiang shook his head in denial, gave the secretary beside him a look, motioned him to go out, and forced himself to cheer up a little before turning his head to meet Yang Ning's gaze.

"Don't be brave, it's not like this when you are energetic." Yang Ning frowned, stood on tiptoe to check his body temperature with his hands, and suddenly found that his body temperature was frighteningly high, almost like a glass of boiling water.

She quickly dragged An Tianxiang to lie on the sofa, with a serious expression on her face, she didn't even have time to say a word of reproach, so she quickly poured him a glass of warm water.

"You have a fever, don't you feel it yourself?"

Yang Ning helped An Tianxiang up, let his head rest on her shoulder, and passed the water to his mouth with the other hand. The tense feeling in her heart made her a little anxious.

"I have a fever myself, of course I can feel it."

An Tianxiang drank a few sips of water and lay down on Yang Ning's lap. No matter how sick he was, he couldn't change his sometimes flat appearance.

Yang Ning was quite speechless, and was about to reprimand him a few more words, but saw fine cold sweat breaking out on An Tianxiang's forehead, and his expression became more and more depressed.

Seeing this, she paused in her heart and frowned tightly.

In his idle state, it's best to get an injection right away, I'm afraid he won't get better after taking medicine.

"You're not in this state at all, I'll take you to the hospital."

Yang Ning looked at An Tianxiang's uncomfortable expression, and felt pain in his heart as if being pulled by a hand.

She made a quick decision and dragged An Tianxiang's shoulders hard, trying to pull him up, but he was too heavy, and fell back on Yang Ning's lap in the next second.

Unable to bear the repeated tossing, An Tianxiang frowned unhappily, opened one eye with difficulty to look at Yang Ning, and suddenly stretched out his hand to lower her neck.

Being pulled violently by an external force, Yang Ning's body couldn't help leaning forward. She was startled, her eyes widened, and her broken hair fell down. Her eyes met his, and she seemed to be about to kiss her lips in the next second.

Yang Ning was a little confused, so the flickering light and shadow fell on his lips. She looked carefully and found that An Tianxiang's blurred eyes were completely exhausted.

"No, there will be a meeting later, just let me sleep."

His face was sickly, and his hoarse voice was that of a thirsty desert traveler.

I am so sick, I still think about what to do in the meeting.

Yang Ning didn't say what was in her heart, her heart tightened, and her palm was pressed against his forehead, the scorching temperature made her unable to compromise.

She said firmly: "Since you don't go, it's okay, I'll go down and buy medicine with you, you must have a good rest all afternoon."

Yang Ning's tone could not be refused. An Tianxiang lay on the sofa, his brows twitched, and he closed his eyes and was too lazy to speak.

It was rare for her to show strong concern for herself. However, his next meeting was very important and could not be delayed at all. Even if he didn't want to go, he had to go.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yang Ning just took it as acquiescence. She was about to put down An Tianxiang's head and go to buy medicine by herself, but found that he was pressing hard on her leg, and she didn't intend to move at all.

"Why don't you let me go?" Yang Ning's tone was not good, looking at her handsome face, he was angry, but he had nowhere to vent.

She looked like she was about to collapse, yet she was able to use such a lot of strength to stop her.

Is his meeting more important than his life?
An Tianxiang heard the dissatisfaction in her tone, he opened one eye and glanced at her.

His fair cheeks were flushed, and the sweat stains on his forehead and hair were sticking together. The extremely uncomfortable state made him have no extra thoughts to take care of Yang Ning's emotions.

He dried his throat and said weakly: "It's easy to fall asleep after drinking the cold medicine. I'll have some time later, so I can't drink it."

Yang Ning was too lazy to listen to his rhetoric. He thought that if he suppressed himself firmly, she would not be able to go out to buy medicine, right?

An Tianxiang certainly didn't expect that when he came up, he had already saved his secretary's phone number. As long as he sent her a text message, it would not be easy to bring two boxes of medicine.

Thinking of this, Yang Ning simply didn't bother to deal with him anymore, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the secretary, asking him to bring a box of cold medicine and a box of antipyretic medicine.

No matter what, she would never allow An Tianxiang to be willful in front of her today.

An Tianxiang closed his eyes, opened them slightly and glanced at Yang Ning, wondering why she stopped struggling suddenly, did she just give up?

Although he was puzzled, it was a good thing. An Tianxiang shut up and rested obediently, without asking Yang Ning what he thought.

There was a moment of silence in the office. Ten minutes later, the brown door was opened. Yang Ning stretched his neck and took a look. It was the secretary who came with the medicine.

"Miss Yang, this is the medicine you want."

The secretary closed the door, approached the sofa and handed the medicine to Yang Ning. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at An Tianxiang who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. He was a little surprised. This was the first time he saw the president look so weak.

After checking the medicine box in the medicine bag, Yang Ning asked for a lot, and even some medicines, she thanked the secretary and asked him to bring another cup of hot water.

An Tianxiang's fever was getting worse and worse. He was lying on Yang Ning's lap, and he heard a sound in his ears, but he didn't know where it came from. He tried to open his eyes, but felt that his eyelids seemed to be heavy and heavy pressed against the eye socket.

"Who... is here?"

He just said three words, but his throat was tight and hurt. An Tianxiang frowned uncomfortably. He obviously felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, but he still wanted to hold on.

Yang Ning wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, sighed, and quickly divided the medicine in the medicine box according to the dosage, and put it in the palm of his hand.

"Hurry up and take the medicine, or you'll die if you keep going."

Handing the medicine in his hand to An Tianxiang's lips, he subconsciously turned his head away as soon as he smelled the medicine.

"Do not."

An Tianxiang categorically refused with one word, not wanting to give Yang Ning the chance to stuff the medicine into his mouth.

Being rejected by him frequently, Yang Ning was a little annoyed. She gritted her teeth, feeling that An Tianxiang had eaten up all her sincere care.

(End of this chapter)