Hey, I'm Leaving Again

Song ran looks at Mo Qianxing carefully. He hasn't seen him for a few days. He has lost a lot of weight, his complexion is not normal, and there is a little black stubble on his chin.

Mo Qian had a headache and rubbed his temples with his hands. His body was unstable. Mo Qianxing almost fell back and held the door frame before he stood firm.

Song ran sees Mo Qianxing fall back, extends his hand halfway and retracts back. Fortunately, he holds the door frame and stands firm.

Song ran thought for a moment, but still said, "what's the matter with you? Do you need to tell Lin Yurou to accompany you to the hospital?"

Mo Qianxing finally found many reasons to send Lin Yurou away before he came to Mojia from the company.

Mo Qianxing claims to Lin Yurou that he has a fever and is afraid to infect her. There are no one to take care of her. She is asked to return to Lin's house for a few days. Now Song ran suddenly mentions Lin Yurou in front of him. Mo Qianxing can't help being annoyed.

"No! She's not at home!"

Song ran felt the sudden change in Mo Qian's tone of punishment and became angry, but she really didn't understand why his temper was so changeable and eccentric. It wasn't like this before.

Looking at Mo Qian's unnatural red face, song ran asked patiently, "Mo Qian's punishment, do you have a fever?"

Mo Qianxing suddenly grabbed song Ran's hand and stuck it on his forehead. "Don't you know if you try it yourself?"

Song ran was surprised. She felt the burning temperature on the back of her hand. It was frightening. "Find someone to take you to the hospital."

"Song ran, you'll ask Lin Yurou to accompany me to the hospital later. She's not here. You want to find someone else. Obviously, you're closest to me, so why don't you consider accompanying me to the hospital? Is it so difficult to accompany me?"

People are often very sensitive and fragile when they are ill. Even a cold president like Mo Qianxing always wants to touch a little softness at the bottom of his heart and is eager to be taken care of when he is ill.

"If you want me to go with you, I can."

Fool, why don't you want to? Mo Qian said in his heart.

"Don't think too much. There is no one at home. I gave the servants a holiday and they didn't come back until new year's day. Therefore, I had to find you."

In fact, when Mo Qianxing came back from the company, he just had a slight fever. He took some antipyretic medicine at home. The fever didn't go back, but it got worse.

Mo Qianxing is listening to song ran playing the piano and singing outside the piano room. He is ready to leave later, but his mobile phone rings and annoys song ran.

Things are what they are now.

Downstairs, no one was seen. It was really a holiday for the servants.

Such a large ink house looks very desolate. Even if the villa has another style and grandeur, it can only be called a building, not a house, without anyone's residence and fireworks.

If a thatched cottage has people who love each other living there, even if they live in poverty, it can also be called a home.

This huge ink house can only accommodate the body, not the soul of song ran.

Thinking of this, song ran lowers her head and sighs.

In the car, Mo Qianxing and song ran go out together. The first time song ran drives.

Song ran had a driver's license for a long time. Later, although she didn't touch the car much, she was flexible in mind and limbs, and her driving skills were pretty good.

"Yes, what's going on? Why do you have such a high fever? A cold or something?"

"No cold, sore throat, coughed for a few days."

Song ran said "um" and really didn't know what to say.

In the past few days at home, the Christmas atmosphere outside is more intense. Christmas trees are placed at the door of many stores and wrapped with colored lights. In winter, when it is dark early, small colored lights are flashing. At this time, city a is already colorful.

Mo Qianxing looked at the warm and lively scene outside the window and fell asleep vaguely. His head turned to song ran. He also smelled song Ran's unique milk fragrance and got into his nostrils with a sweet smell.

"Ranran, sorry, Ranran, I really didn't mean it, and I don't want to..."

Song ran trembled when she heard such words from Mo Qianxing's mouth.

The last time I got drunk was "Ranran, I miss you." this fever was "Ranran, I'm sorry."

Song ran was at a loss. "Which is the real you? Mo Qianxing, I beg you. If you hate me, don't be nice to me. If you don't hate me so much, can you stop talking so hard to me?"

Song ran burst into tears, but Mo Qian's punishment burned like this and fell asleep again. Where can you hear it.

At the hospital, Mo Qian Xing still didn't wake up. Song ran parked his car in the parking space and woke up Mo Qian Xing.

"Mo Qian punishment, Mo Qian punishment."

No response, Mo Qian didn't move.

Song ran shook Mo Qian Xing's arm, "wake up."

Still no response.

Song ran leans over and unties Mo Qianxing's seat belt. Her back hands suddenly attach song Ran's back.

Then one hand grabbed song Ran's shoulder, the other hand covered song Ran's head and pressed song Ran's head into his arms.

Song Ran's soft hair with Freesia fragrance rubbed Mo Qianxing's neck, itching.

"The hospital is here. What are you doing?"

"Let me hold you for a while, just a minute."

Song ran suddenly liked Mo Qian's punishment when she was ill. She was not as cold and sharp as before. Her whole body became softer and her speech was no longer so tough. Instead, she carefully tasted it with an attitude of compromise and discussion, and it was a little coquettish.

Song ran didn't resist any more, but her posture was uncomfortable. After a while, her waist was a little sour.

Song Ran is stiff and doesn't dare to move. She lets Mo Qian hold her.

Suddenly, Mo Qianxing suddenly pushed song ran away, as if frightened, "I just didn't feel well. Don't care."

Song ran hasn't seen such a childish Mo Qian punishment for a long time. It's a little cute and funny, so she can only resist a smile, "I know, get out of the car and check it."

Mo Qian's punishment is a fast track. In the overcrowded hospital, you can consult the expert group without queuing and making an appointment.

"Tell me about your illness, sir."

"I have a sore throat. I should have some inflammation. I have coughed for a few days and have a fever."

"When did it start?"

"This afternoon."

"Did you take the medicine?"

"I took antipyretic medicine, but it was useless. The fever rose higher and higher."

The doctor handed song ran a thermometer. "Miss, please try your wife's temperature."

Song ran was a little embarrassed. She looked at Mo Qian's punishment and took the thermometer.