Burning Love in Marriage: Good Morning, Husband

Jiang Zhuo took two sets of clothes, put them on himself, and then walked into it with a bag.

When Tang Yao changes clothes, they shoot and break up. It's best.

But when he went in, he found that Tang Yao was really asleep.

She lay on her side, her black hair blocking her face, half of which was buried in the pillow. Even under the quilt, the curve of her body was still hard to ignore, and the whole looked very greasy and moving.

Jiang Zhuo's Adam's apple rolled a few times, bent over and patted her on the shoulder: "Tang Yao, the clothes are coming."

She didn't move, he shouted again.

Tang Yao seemed to have a temper. "What's bothering me? I want to sleep."

She also stretched out her hand and patted it. It hit Jiang Zhuo's face. It was neither light nor heavy.

Jiang Zhuo blackened his face and lifted her quilt: "didn't he say not to be involved with me? He changed his clothes and left the room."

Tang Yao was still lying with her hands over her hair. After a long time, she said vaguely, "can't you open a room at an hour?"

He is angry.

"If not, I want to sleep for a while. Don't bother me." Tang Yao's voice was nasal. Jiang Zhuo didn't know whether she was crying or catching a cold, but he was unmoved by either.

After standing quietly for a while, he said in a low voice, "well, check out yourself tomorrow. This is the room card. "

He put down the room card, and Tang Yao had pulled up the quilt and covered her head. She didn't want to say a word to him.

Jiang Zhuo narrowed his eyes and finally got up and walked towards the door.

Holding the doorknob, he hesitated, but he left without looking back.

When he went out, it was already 4:00 p.m. and he still had things to deal with. When he finished dealing with things, he raised his hand and looked at the time. It was more than 8:00.

Huang Yunling called and asked him what time to go home.

Jiang Zhuo hesitated. "The matter has not been handled yet. It may be a little later."

He immediately hung up the phone. It was no use for Huang Yunling to be angry.

Jiang Zhuo got into the car, holding the steering wheel in both hands, as if he was thinking, but for a moment he drove the car to the hotel.

Half an hour later, he went to the hotel and asked the front desk, "is Miss Tang still there?"

The receptionist was also a little flustered when she saw him. "Mr. Jiang, Miss Tang ordered dinner at night, but our meal delivery personnel didn't open the door. We waited for ten minutes and went in. We found that Miss Tang was ill and had a high fever of nearly 40 degrees. We have contacted the hospital. Later, Miss Tang's family also went to the hospital."

Jiang Zhuo's expression was blank, and he didn't come back for a long time.

The receptionist wrote down a group of addresses: "in this hospital, does Mr. Jiang want to go and have a look?"

"No." Jiang Zhuo said softly and turned to leave.

But after only two steps, he turned back, took the paper and walked out quickly.

When he got into the car, he took out the paper and looked at it quietly with a look of confusion.

In fact, he should have guessed that she would be ill, but he left her in the hotel. Although they... Separated, he still felt that he was some asshole.

Jiang Zhuo drove to the first hospital of H city.

He went directly to the VIP on a floor of the inpatient department. Instead of going in, he waited outside.

In the long corridor, people came in and out from time to time. He also saw Tang Yao's parents.

Tang Yao and Fu ran.

Probably went out to buy something and left together, but Jiang Zhuo could see that they would come back.