For the first time, Leng Yu felt that he was redundant.

As soon as Luo Xiaojing appeared, the protagonist automatically changed. She didn't need to say anything. As soon as she stood in front of the olive stones to be selected, Shen Cong and the workers began to select the materials in an orderly way.

Luo Xiaojing is no longer the cowardly Luo Xiaojing who used to talk with him. Leng Yu is surprised by her self-confidence. She is growing up at an amazing speed. He doesn't know whether it's sculpture or his spur.

The corner of the lip is tiny and can't check of hook, Leng Yu comes forward to choose material with them.

A few hours later, the second batch of preparation is ready.

Shen Cong wiped the sweat exuding from his forehead and said to Luo Xiaojing with a smile: "designer Luo, thanks to you today. You see, you have chosen the material so quickly. This time, Mr. Su won't rush you."

As soon as the words fell, a cold wind blew past Shen Cong's ears.

Shen Cong, like a human spirit, hastily added: "ah, I have to thank the boss."

Although he did not know why Leng Yu came to the factory.

"I have finished my mother's work with honor." Luo Xiaojing then stood up with a smile, a dizziness suddenly hit, shaking the body let her stagger a few steps.

A pair of big hands in time to hold her, look up, Leng Yu's tight wrinkled eyes showing concern, she dodged his burning eyes, rubbed dry itch impassable nose: "I stand up as if too anxious."

Girls are a little bit anemic, big God, he You should understand.

Leng Yu's face is heavy: "Shen Cong, the second batch of materials will be loaded and sent to the Royal ornament immediately."

Finish saying, pulled Luo Xiaojing, took her to leave warehouse to leave factory.

On the car, Leng Yu's big hand directly probes into Luo Xiaojing's forehead.

"Boss, I..."

"You have a fever."

The low voice overcame her, and the worry in Leng Yu's eyes enveloped Luo Xiaojing.

She must have been caught in the rain last night. When she fell asleep, he found that something was wrong with her and that her nasal voice was heavy.

"Go to the hospital."

Luo Xiaojing urgent voice block: "not so serious, don't go."

It's just a fever. I'm just in a coma. I'm not going to the hospital yet.

"I'll go back and take some antipyretic medicine. If I sweat all night, the fever will go away."

Leng Yu's brow wrinkled into a Sichuan character: "if illness is as easy as you say, the hospital will not be overcrowded."

"It's true." Luo Xiaojing's smiling face was tired after working overtime. "I used to drink water when I had a fever, and then I went to take antipyretic medicine to cover my sweat and try bailing."

"No one's looking after you?"

"Not before, but later Su Yue." Speaking of have a fever, Luo Xiaojing laughed. "She always Tucao her boyfriend who is not in the EQ will not make complaints about her. After she has been ill, he let her drink more water, but later we found that whether it is a cold or a fever, drinking plenty of water is still very effective."

That is to say, Luo Xiaojing resisted every time he got sick.

Luo Rou died early, and Luo Meili treated her so badly that no one could take care of her.

"Back to Nanyuan."

With a hard voice, the driver turns around. Luo Xiaojing is relieved and turns to look out of the window.

I feel that it's a bit serious. My head is not only heavy, but also starts to hurt. I don't have the air conditioner on in the car, but she wants to shake.

Embrace the shoulder, she did not bear to shrink into a ball, a coat on her body at this time, with a familiar atmosphere.

"Turn on the warm air." Without looking at Luo Xiaojing, Leng Yu said to the driver.

As the warm wind slowly blows, Luo Xiaojing feels that the warm air in her car is not the warm air in her car, but the great spirit. The discomfort of her body makes her not refuse. She gently says thank you. She finds a comfortable position and closes her eyes.

Want to sleep, but can't sleep, the excited state of work makes her full of flowers.

Vaguely, she also felt that Leng Yu's eyes turned to herself from time to time, hovering around her.

Want to open your eyes to be sure, think about it, and give up the idea.

Back in Nanyuan, she got out of the car and went into the kitchen to find the medicine box.

When Leng Yu comes in, Luo Xiaojing drinks a bag of antipyretic medicine with water. The bitter taste makes her wring her eyebrows. Then she turns on the tap and washes the cup.

Dry put back to the original position, turned to want to go back to the room, Leng Yu lengliang's big palm again pasted on her forehead.

"The temperature is higher."

Luo Xiaojing's misty eyes are facing Lengyu's solid chest. The strong hormone breath fills all her senses. Luo Xiaojing's heart starts to accelerate.

She told herself at least ten thousand times that she couldn't be shy as soon as she got close, but it didn't work at all.

Moved a small step, she naturally took the cold Royal stick in her forehead hand: "so now I'm going to Wu sweat, listen to boss's words, have a good rest."Her flushed face was the color of illness and fever. With that, she ran upstairs and went back to her room to lie in bed.

As soon as she sank into her soft body, she wanted to be integrated with the bed. The feeling of sleeping in the end of time immediately surrounded Luo Xiaojing. She took off her work clothes and covered her body tightly in the quilt.

"Fever subsides!"

She knew it was useless, but she read aloud. After her mother died, what she hated most was getting sick, and even rejected going to the hospital.

Having her family to accompany her makes her feel dazzling, because she has always been alone.

Head more and more pain, fever discomfort let her weak to death, but how can't sleep.

Shrinking into a ball and lying on her side in a daze, she didn't know what to think about when she was empty. Some fragmentary, some irrelevant, would think of design and sculpture, and also think of her mother and Luo Meili who wanted to get the emerald left by her mother.

"Is it easy for people to think wildly when they are sick all their life?" Murmured, Luo Xiaojing slowly turned over.

Dangdang Dang.

There was a knock at the door.

Guess must be big God, she was about to get up to open the door, Ding, big God has come in.

Ah, yes, he knows the code of the lock.

Resentment of the small mouth has not yet puckered up, a burst of rice.

"You didn't seem to eat much in the factory at noon." The soft and glutinous millet porridge was brought to the bed by Leng Yu. He pulled the desk seat and sat down beside Luo Xiaojing's bed.

Luo Xiaojing was flattered and quickly sat up with his hands to pick up the millet porridge in Leng Yu's hand: "thank you boss."

Is this made by the great God himself? What kind of treatment does she enjoy!

While it was hot, she took small sips. The hot porridge made her sweat. The empty porridge bowl was put aside, and she went back to the quilt: "then I have a rest, boss."

"Wait a minute." The forehead temperature gun didn't know when was cold Yu to take in the hand, "let me measure the temperature."

Luo Xiaojing was shocked again. She skillfully lowered her head and asked Dashen to take her temperature. Looking at the temperature displayed on the forehead temperature gun, Leng Yu's deep eyebrows and eyes wrinkled fiercely