Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder he felt bitter even to eat.

"Zhixing said that this medicine is good for your body, remember to drink the soup after eating." Sikong Lingge hung up the phone and said.

When he heard that he wanted to drink that kind of soup, Shangguan Rui's eyebrows finally relaxed, and he frowned again, "It's really bitter."

"Don't the Chinese often say that good medicine tastes bitter? It's good for your body." Sikong Lingge tried his best to persuade him.

Shangguan Rui pursed his lips with a troubled expression.

"Otherwise, you drink this bowl of soup, and I'll get dessert so you can get rid of the bitter taste in your mouth?" Sikong Lingge coaxed him with a smile.

Although Sikong Lingge seemed to be smiling, Shangguan Rui could see that there was deep worry in her eyes.

She had a sudden fever, which really scared her.

"Only this bowl?" Shangguan Rui frowned and asked.

"Only this bowl." The only bowl for this meal.Sikong Lingge nodded and added something in his heart.

"Okay." Shangguan Rui took a deep breath, bit the bullet, took the bowl of very scary chicken soup, held his breath, and poured it down in one go.

The few seconds when the soup slipped over his tongue and entered his throat, Shangguan Rui really doubted that he would be poisoned to death by this medicine.

Sikong Lingge quickly dialed the internal line and asked the servant to bring some sweets, so that Shangguan Rui wouldn't spit out the medicine.

The housekeeper brought the items over quickly.

After Shangguan Rui swallowed a candy, his tongue got better, and it was no longer as unbearable as before.

"How is it? Are you okay?"

"It's better." Shangguan Rui said weakly.

"Your fever hasn't subsided completely, lie down and rest for a while."

Shangguan Rui nodded and got down slowly.

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Shangguan Rui fell ill this time, and it was very serious. For half a month, he almost lay in bed.

Recurrent fever.

Every time it recedes during the day and burns up again at night.

Sikong Lingge is by his side every day, taking good care of him.

Half a month later, under the careful care of Sikong Lingge, Shangguan Rui finally recovered slowly and was able to go out for a walk.

Sikong Lingge was finally able to take off his mask, and accompanied Shangguan Rui for a walk outside.

"How is it? Are you okay? Do you want to sit down and rest?" Along the way, Sikong Lingge kept asking about Shangguan Rui's physical condition.

"It's not that weak, it's just a common cold and fever, and it's not a serious illness." Shangguan Rui laughed and wanted to leave by himself.

How can it be possible to lie in bed for half a month with a common cold and fever?

Sikong Lingge insisted on supporting him, "No, you are just right now, what if you accidentally fall?"

"..." Shangguan Rui, "Lingge, I just have a cold, not a stroke."

It's just a cold, but Sikong Lingge takes care of himself as if his limbs are not healthy...

Shangguan Rui was really dumbfounded.

"So?" Sikong Lingge glanced at him, and helped him to the sun umbrella in the garden.

The sun is a little bit bright today, Sikong Lingge is worried about Shangguan Rui's heatstroke.

"Well, I need someone to take care of me very much now." Seeing Sikong Lingge's eyes, Shangguan Rui knew that he couldn't hold her back, so he stopped arguing and let her support him obediently.