Meng Yao is not a germaphobe, but it is not a pleasant sight to see her brand new white shoes being stained black inch by inch.
At the same time, a gust of cold wind blew into my neck.
Meng Yao felt more and more regretful. If she had known earlier, she should have hidden in the hotel like a quail.
Xia Yansen followed closely behind, and suddenly he cried out: "Meng Yao, you splashed dirty water on my shoes! I spent too much of my salary this month, and I don't have the spare money to order another pair!"
Meng Yao shuddered coldly: "Aren't you a rich second generation?"
"I... am... rich... no matter how many generations I have, it's useless. Who made me meet a penniless father? He expects me to learn skills and start from scratch! Have you ever seen a rich second generation live such a miserable life?"
Xia Yansen thought for a moment and said, "Actually, I'm already a fifth-generation rich man..."
Meng Yao, who was used to being a loser, sighed casually: "Not bad."
Rong Wei suddenly stopped.
Meng Yao asked, "What's wrong?"
The redness on Meng Yao's cheeks had faded, and her pale cheeks were set off by her increasingly red lips. She was still trembling slightly.
"You're cold," he said in the affirmative.
"It's not bad." Meng Yao thought that she had experienced all kinds of hardships, so this was nothing.
The original owner's physique was too weak. If it was the body she had forged in her previous life, she would have no problem carrying five bags of rice to the sixth floor!
Rong Yan's brows were deeply frowned. He suddenly took off his wet coat and threw it on the ground.
Xia Yansen exclaimed, and hurriedly fished the clothes out of the puddle: "Brother Rong, you are a spendthrift! How can you just throw away such good clothes?"
Meng Yao was also wondering about Rong Yin's intention when she was suddenly struck by a strong sense of weightlessness.
She subconsciously hugged Rong Yan's neck.
Being carried like a princess for the first time in her life, Meng Yao felt extremely uncomfortable.
Normally, he would be dragged or carried away by his allies when he was dying, but this was the first time he was carried like this.
There is a bit of novelty mixed with the unfamiliarity.
Without the barrier of wet and cold clothes, Meng Yao could clearly feel his dry and hot embrace, like a charcoal-filled hot stove, continuously supplying heat to the surroundings.
The coldness around her was dissipated, and Meng Yao subconsciously snuggled into Rong Wei's arms to absorb the warmth she needed.
It’s so warm.
The hug suddenly became less unacceptable.
As soon as Xia Yansen finished picking up the clothes and stood up, he was showered with dog food in the face.
He was feeling complicated, when he suddenly noticed that Rong Wei's speed was even faster than before.
Xia Yansen ran after them again, panting: "Brother Rong, Meng Yao, wait for me!"
Fortunately, the parking lot is not far away.
Rong Yun got on the car after Meng Yao, lowered his eyes and asked her, "Do you feel better?"
"fine."
Meng Yao was wearing a blanket, which she usually used for sleeping but now served another purpose.
Xia Yansen climbed into the car in a panic: "Why didn't you wait for me... I'm so tired... The weather in Beijing has changed so much. It was a sunny day yesterday, but it's freezing cold today."
“Turn up the heat.”
After hearing Rong Yan's instructions, Xia Yansen did as he was told.
The temperature in the car slowly rose, and Meng Yao once again felt the cozy and comfortable feeling of being in the hotel.
Huang Yan stood there, watching the vehicle slowly driving away.
The staff member next to him asked, "Director Huang, do we still need to go over and say hello?"
Huang Yan slowly shook her head and laughed, "Why do we need to say hello in this situation? If we go over there rashly, we will just disturb others and cause trouble for them."
*
"Madam, you are finally back! Did your husband pick you up?"
Rong Yan's hair was still wet. He said, "Wang Madam, the Madam may have caught a cold. Go and ask the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup."
"This... caught a cold?!" Wang Ma hurriedly responded, "I'll be right over!"
At Rong Ying's request, Meng Yao lay down on the bed and covered herself with the quilt.
The steaming ginger soup was placed at the bedside. The smell was not very tempting, and could even be said to be weird.
"Actually, I think I'm fine. Honey, you don't need to make a fuss about it. I've always been in great shape. How could I be this weak? I'll keep this ginger soup for you."
Rong Wei obviously misunderstood her meaning: "Don't worry about me, there is still ginger soup."
"Hmm... Actually, I really don't like drinking this."
"It's for keeping the cold away. You have to drink it."
Meng Yao noticed that Rong Wei had not had time to change his wet clothes and his hair had not been blow-dried.
She felt a little complicated: "You should go take a hot bath first, I'm very strong!"
Rong Yan refused to listen and insisted, "I'll go after you finish drinking."
Is this a problem with ginger soup
Meng Yao pinched her nose and poured a mouthful of liquid into her mouth.
"You have to swallow it."
After taking a sip of ginger soup, Meng Yao felt that she was not feeling well at all.
Her stomach had been spoiled a long time ago and could never be compared to what it was before.
“It’s really hard to drink…”
Rong Wei's eyes moved slightly, and he forced himself to look away from her beautiful eyes that were slightly watery: "Not much left, I'll feed you."
"No, no... I'll do it myself."
Seeing Meng Yao trying to avoid him, Rong Yun felt indescribably complicated: "I'll feed you."
"I'm used to taking medicine by myself. I'm not a child, so I don't need anyone to feed me."
When the two people were arguing, suddenly a middle-aged man with a beard came over with a medicine box.
He said, "Mr. Rong."
Rong Wei put the bowl in his hand on the table, then stood up and said, "Doctor Zhang, please come over and check. My wife might have caught a cold just now. Please check on her. She must not catch a cold."
Doctor Zhang responded and walked over slowly.
After some examination, Doctor Zhang said, "Mr. Rong, your wife is in good health."
Rong Wei breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and then asked, "Does she have any other health problems?"
Although Meng Yao emphasized that she was fine, Rong Yan still couldn't rest assured without a final check.
"It seems that there should be no problem at the moment, but the best way is to go to the hospital for a check-up. After all, I don't have any equipment, so the test results may not be very accurate."
Rong Yan paused and said thank you.
"Mr. Rong, Mrs. Rong, I will leave first."
Meng Yao had a hunch that Rong Wei would drag her to the hospital again.
"Bring me my bag."
Rong Yan didn't know what she was going to do, but he still did as she said.
(End of this chapter)