When Wen Ruan touched Fu Zhihuan's arm, he realized that his body temperature was terribly hot, as if he had a high fever.
However, at this moment, most of the clothes on his body were wet, and they were tightly attached to his skin.
Fu Zhihuan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath and straightened up with difficulty, leaned his body loosely against the wall beside him, raised a hand and pressed his forehead.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing deeply, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay."
Wen Ruan was out of breath, and began to scold: "Is it okay? Are you okay with a fever? Why do you come to a place like a bar when you have a fever?"
Fu Zhihuan twitched his lips, turned his head with a smile, looked at her with gentle eyes, and lowered his voice, as if whispering in his ear, with a hint of bewitching: "Because I knew you were coming."
"you!"
Wen Ruan choked, then turned her head heavily, not looking at him.
After a long time, he lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly. She seemed to sigh helplessly, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket again as if resigned to her fate: "Wait, I'll see if I can ask my dad to send a driver over..."
But before the dialing action was made, Fu Zhihuan reached out and pressed Wen Ruan's phone lightly: "No need."
Wen Ruan withdrew his hand and raised his voice: "Why not? If I hadn't seen you in such a mess, I wouldn't have bothered my dad."
Fu Zhihuan laughed. He tried his best to stand up, but he still staggered forward uncontrollably.
Wen Ruan quickly supported him: "What are you doing?"
Fu Zhihuan adjusted his center of gravity, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and sent a text message, and replied simply and appalled: "Call a car."
"It's impossible to call now..."
"Beep beep—"
Wen Ruan hadn't finished speaking when a sound of a car honking broke in, interrupting all her thoughts.
A black car was parked at the entrance of the corridor, the body was washed and shiny.
The car window rolled down slowly, and the person in the driver's seat showed his head, and shouted respectfully: "Mr. Fu, I'm here!"
"...?"
Wen Ruan was stunned, and it took her a long time to react. She turned her head and asked angrily, "So you were actually brought here by the driver?"
Fu Zhihuan nodded.
Wen Ruan: "Then why are you and I pretending to hide from the rain! The cold wind is still blowing from this vent for almost half an hour!"
Fu Zhihuan laughed, raised his hand to support the wall, straightened up with difficulty, lowered his eyes and looked at her tenderly: "Well, I'm afraid you won't want to go with me, so I want to stay with you for a while."
The anger in Wen Ruan's stomach was extinguished at this moment, and all that was left was some unreasonable anger, but he didn't know whether he was angry with Fu Zhihuan or with himself.
Obviously this person is in such a mess now, and he can still provoke him as if he were joking.
The driver also got out of the car at this moment, and hurried over holding an umbrella: "Mr. Fu, I'll pick you up in the car..."
"Pick her up first." Fu Zhihuan raised his head and glanced at the narrow black umbrella, and raised his chin in Wen Ruan's direction to signal.
The driver nodded immediately: "Miss Wen, come with me first."
Wen Ruan originally wanted to persuade Fu Zhihuan to leave first, but judging by his appearance, he knew that most likely he would not listen to the advice.
She sighed and stepped under the umbrella.
Fu Zhihuan leaned against the wall, seeing Wen Ruan being escorted all the way into the car, he looked away, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.
A huge sense of dizziness surged up, his temples seemed to be pricked by thousands of needles, and every part of his skull was aching.
He coughed heavily, and his body leaned forward due to the sudden weakness.
He raised his hand to support his hot forehead, but he felt that the picture in front of him became blurred one after another, the ringing in his ears became louder and louder, and the sound of the rain around him became hazy, and finally he heard an anxious cry—
"Mr. Fu! Are you okay!"
When Fu Zhihuan was helped into the car, his eyes were closed tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his jaw and into his neck.
It seems that he has fallen into a coma.
Wen Ruan just discovered that Fu Zhihuan had a high fever.
But he didn't expect that his physical condition was on the verge of limit, and he was already in such a mess in just a blink of an eye.
The driver returned to the driver's seat, started the car, turned his head and looked behind, and asked, "Miss Wen, shall I take you home first?"
Wen Ruan frowned, and looked down at Fu Zhihuan's situation: "No, send him back to Fu's house first."
The driver nodded.
The rain constantly hit the window, washing the glass, distorting the scenery outside the window into another look.
Wen Ruan asked, "Has he been running a fever tonight?"
The driver was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes."
"What's going on?" Wen Ruan frowned.
It's only been two days. Fu Zhihuan's physical fitness has always been quite high. Why did he suddenly have a fever
The driver sighed and said: "After the second young master came home, the master got angry and took the family law. I don't know the other details, but I heard that not only that, the second young master is still in Mr. Fu's house." I knelt in front of the study all night, so my physical condition has not been very good these days."
"..."
Wen Ruan suddenly remembered that it was only four days before Fu Zhihuan was discharged from the hospital and went home to recuperate.
The old injuries caused by the previous car accident should not be fully healed, but he didn't mention it at all, so it seems that there is no serious problem.
It's family law and kneeling all night, even the hardened body can't stand such stimulation.
Now that it has been drenched in such a rain, and the wind blows in the middle of the night, it is estimated that the old disease will relapse.
While sulking, Wen Ruan took out a piece of paper and wiped the sweat off Fu Zhihuan's forehead.
How could this man never take his body seriously.
And why is Mr. Fu like this! Don't you feel sorry for your grandson
angry! I will definitely not give him a parrot as a birthday present next year!
While driving the car, the driver quietly glanced at the rearview mirror, looking at the situation in the back seat.
Finally, at a time of red and green, I had the opportunity to take out my mobile phone and send a text message to Fu Changming like a thief:
"Sir, I have good news and bad news from my side."
There was a message back quickly.
[Fu Changming]: Speaking.
[Driver Xiao Li]: The bad news is that the second young master has a high fever, and now he looks very bad.
[Driver Xiao Li]: The good news is that Miss Wen is in the car preparing to take the second young master back, and she looks worried.
Fu Zhihuan was in better health tonight. After learning that Wen Ruan was at the bar, he put on a coat in the middle of the night and called the driver to run over.
So Fu Changming immediately contacted the driver and asked him to keep an eye on his son, and if there was any trouble, he would report it by himself.
By the way, monitor the progress of the relationship between the two.
Right now, after receiving this news, Fu Changming thought about it carefully, and then paced back and forth in the living room.
Fu's mother was annoyed by his shaking: "Why are you taking a walk in the living room in the middle of the night?"
Fu Changming stroked his chin, and thoughtfully said: "Do you think this Wen Ruan is still angry with that kid in our family?"
Fu's mother was eating melon seeds, and said in a bad mood: "Of course, you are so easy to coax us women? You are a man who is out of tune all day long, and there are many things to do when you are angry. How can you just forgive me?"
"..."
Mr. Fu Changming, who was reprimanded by the opportunity, touched his nose guiltily: "I didn't tell you this, what I mean is, how about creating a chance for Ruan Ruan and the others?"
The car arrived at the door of Fu's house.
However, the Jing'an Mansion, which was originally brightly lit, was now completely dark, with no lights in the house.
The driver coughed dryly, and then turned around: "Sorry, Miss Wen, please wait for me here, and I will send the young master in."
Wen Ruan frowned: "Where's your housekeeper?"
Driver: "Master and Madam went to Mr. Fu's house today. The young master works overtime at the company. They also gave the servants a short vacation today, so there should be no one in the Jing'an mansion tonight."
nobody
Wen Ruan glanced at Fu Zhihuan who was still comatose with a high fever.
Is it possible to let him just sleep at home all night
Seeing the driver struggling to help Fu Zhihuan out of the car, and holding the umbrella dangling along the way, Wen Ruan sighed, got out of the car too, and stretched out his hand to take the umbrella for them: "Forget it, I'll see you off." go in."
All the way into the Jing'an mansion, only to find that it is really as the driver said.
The entire villa was quiet, without even a little light, and the huge house seemed empty.
After Fu Zhihuan was settled, Wen Ruan turned around and asked, "Is there really no servant in your house?"
The driver nodded his head guiltyly: "That's right! It's a rare day off today, so we must all go home! I'm going to send you back after the meeting, so I'll go home and see my parents."
Hearing this, Wen Ruan was startled for a moment, then looked down at Fu Zhihuan.
Is it possible to let him stay here alone? Still have a high fever? This is too miserable, right
"Aren't Mr. Fu and the others coming back?"
"They are at Mr. Fu's house, most likely they have already rested now, and they won't be able to come back for a while."
Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan who was lying on the bed.
His black hair was messy, and the broken hair on his forehead was still a little wet at the moment, and a light hit his cheek, making the bones more distinct.
...It would be too miserable to ignore him like this.
No one took care of the fever that lasted all night. It is estimated that the disease will only get worse and worse.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan moved his steps and opened his mouth.
But at the moment when he was about to speak, he suddenly stopped——
no!
Have you forgotten how this dog man lied to himself? Now you still want to stay and take care of him? What a shame!
So Wen Ruan put on an indifferent look, and nodded coldly: "Oh, then let's go."
The driver hesitated, but he still didn't say anything. He took Wen Ruan out and tentatively said, "Miss Wen, you and the second young master..."
"We're fine." Wen Ruan interrupted.
Why.
The driver shook his head and mourned silently in his heart.
It seems that the marriage of the second young master in my family is completely cold.
The two pushed open the door of Jing'an Villa and walked towards the direction where the car was parked.
No one was talking, only the sound of neat footsteps.
However, suddenly, the footsteps stopped abruptly.
The driver was taken aback, then turned his head: "Miss Wen?"
Wen Ruan stood on the spot without saying a word, with her head down, making it difficult for people to see the expression on her face. After a long time, she bit her lower lip and turned around: "Forget it, I won't go back tonight."
Driver: "Huh?"
Wen Ruan gritted her teeth and said angrily, "I'm afraid that your second young master will die of illness alone tonight."
Fu and his wife hiding in the villa next door: plan to pass.
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