The servant suddenly said worriedly, "Miss, you seem to be sick. Your face is a little red. Do you have a fever?"
Han Qiqing frowned and refused to let the servant touch her forehead.
"I'm fine. I just want to have breakfast now. Go and prepare it for me."
The servant didn't dare to neglect, so he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
It was said to be breakfast. By the time Han Qiqing finished eating, it was almost noon.
She was completely miserable.
Especially having Li Yizhen at her house made her feel like an eyesore, so she simply went upstairs and stayed in her room.
Lying on the bed wrapped in quilt, Han Qiqing thought: Song Shijun really got it right, she was going to grow mushrooms at home.
She reached out, took her cell phone from the bedside table, and sent a message to Song Shijun.
All the complaints in my heart were directed at him.
"I'm so annoyed that that woman actually came to live in my house."
"I felt like I was having a nightmare, a terrible nightmare."
"I finally fully understand what it means to suffer the consequences of one's own actions, and to suffer the consequences of one's own actions."
"If I could, I would pick up a broom and kick her out of my house!"
"Shijun... I feel so uncomfortable, I seem to be sick..."
She sent many WeChat messages in succession.
Song Shijun didn't reply to her.
She was already in a depressed mood, and her mood became even worse as she was not feeling well.
It's already noon, there's no way he's still awake.
What is he doing
He didn't reply to her message...
Han Qiqing was more depressed than ever at the moment, almost to the point of being extremely depressed.
Woo woo woo…
She suddenly missed Xiaoxiao very much. Why did she feel like she wasn't happy after Xiaoxiao left? Still having bad luck
It seems that she can't live without Xiaoxiao.
After thinking about it, she picked up her phone again and sent a message to Xiaoxiao.
He paused with his fingers and deleted the words about being sick. He didn't want to worry a little, so he just said that he missed her very much.
After sending it, she threw the phone away and let herself fall asleep.
Maybe he's really sick.
She slept restlessly, as if she was trapped in a dark mire.
In the blur, there seemed to be a figure walking back and forth in front of her, and the sounds around her were also very noisy.
Who is making so much noise in her room, how can she let anyone sleep
So annoying!
Han Qiqing just felt angry.
After an unknown amount of time, she opened her heavy eyelids and found that her room had changed.
Left, right, front and back, all sides are white...
No, this place looks familiar.
It seems like a hospital
Han Qiqing frowned, why was she in the hospital
She sighed deeply and pursed her dry lips.
So thirsty...
"Qiqing, are you awake?" A big hand covered her forehead, and the palm that should have been warm had a slightly cool touch.
Han Qiqing raised her eyes with difficulty and saw Song Shijun above her head.
"Shijun?"
Is she dreaming
She clearly remembered that she was sleeping in her room...
Song Shijun noticed that after she woke up, he stood beside the bed, probed her forehead, frowned and said, "The fever doesn't seem to have gone away."
Han Qiqing said vaguely, "I have a fever?"
"Yeah, you idiot, you didn't tell your family when you were sick. If I hadn't kept calling you and couldn't get through, I was worried that something had happened to you, so I called your home phone number and asked the housekeeper to come up and take a look. You, otherwise, you will be burned into a fool." Song Shijun gave her a lecture, but his voice was very soft.
Han Qiqing was puzzled, "Why do I have a fever
(End of chapter)