Mr.Yan chased his wife: marry one and get two free

Wen ran lay in bed, feeling his body hot and cold.

She got up, took out two tablets and put water in her mouth.

I don't know if the cold medicine has expired. Wen ran feels that his symptoms have not weakened at all, but seem to be more serious.

The head is dizzy and the nose is airtight.

It's hard to die.

It rained yesterday, but today the temperature suddenly dropped.

Wen is locked in the quilt. It's a little cold.

At this time, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Yan Sihan came in with an air conditioner in his body.

The lights in the room suddenly lit up.

His face was gloomy. He strode to the bed and looked down at the woman huddled in the quilt. "Why, it's not enough for my mother to call me yesterday and scold me and ask me to go back. Is it necessary to pretend to be ill again today? Miss Wen, your means are not very clever. "

Wen ran frowned and his dry lips moved slightly.

She opened her eyes with difficulty.

His throat was hoarse. "Are you back?"

This is his bed. Now that he's back, he'd better go back to his room.

Wen ran thought so, got up and walked out.

Yan Sihan's face was cold. "Where are you going?"

Wenran was confused. "This is your room. I'll go back to my bedroom."

Yan Sihan was stunned. Did the woman sleep confused?

This is clearly her room.

The head is getting heavier and heavier.

Wenran reached out to open the door.

The body fell down soft.

Yan Sihan came forward and held her, "wenran, what's the matter with you?"

Wenran fell into his arms.

Hot like a fireball.

Yan Sihan reached out and stroked her head.

boiling hot.

I really have a fever.

He picked wenran up.

Aunt Zhang stood at the entrance of the stairs. Seeing Yan Sihan holding Wen ran in his arms, she hurried up and asked, "young master, what's the matter?"

In Yan Si's cold and cold look, it was difficult to hide his anxiety. He quickly walked outside, "wenran has a fever. I'll take her to the hospital."

Wen ran struggled in Yan Sihan's arms, "put me down first and I can go by myself."

Yan Sihan looked at her with his eyes fixed.

I didn't mean to let go.

Aunt Zhang stood aside. "Young lady, don't make trouble with the young master at this time. Let the young master take you to the car. He has great strength."

Being held by a man who was not very familiar with him, wenran only felt awkward and wanted to die.

The man's low voice sounded overhead, "I don't want to see you next to me and faint again."

Yan Sihan said, without stopping at his feet.

He was tall and had long legs. He soon came to the underground parking lot and put wenran in the car.

Bend over and fasten wenran's seat belt.

Wenran hid unconsciously.

Yan Sihan's body paused slightly and looked at her sideways.

Sharp eyes.

Just wanted to blow a few sarcastic words.

He smelled the milk smell on her again.

It seems that in an instant, he can calm his impatience.

Wen ran pursed his lips, his fingers were slender, and firmly grasped the seat belt.

Yan Sihan got up, bypassed the body and sat in the driver's seat.

The car roared.

Inside the car, two people are very close.

Wenran could smell the unique male hormone smell of men. She looked at the traffic outside, but her head and eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

By the time he got to the hospital, wenran had completely slept.

She sleeps well.

Sleeping face is warm and soft.

But Yan Sihan felt that he could get along with him these two days.

He knew that she was not as docile as she seemed.

Yan Sihan didn't wake her up.