Madam Dihao is not good

Come in!

The door of the ward was closed, and the ward returned to calm.

After a while, Chanel asked on the tablet: 【Are you sick? 】

From the moment she entered the ward and saw him wearing a hospital gown with a pale face, she wanted to ask him, what's wrong?

But seeing him responding so distantly and politely, the words were stuck in his chest and he couldn't say them out. [

Right now, she wasn't even his mistress anymore, so what right did she have to ask?

I'm afraid that asking out will make him feel that she cares too much about him, and that he will notice that she still loves him.

But now, she couldn't help but asked.

Su Shijie took a sip of tea, suppressed his cough, and responded casually.

【What disease? 】

"Cough, fever."

Is it necessary to be hospitalized with cough and fever?

In the past, he took some medicine for these minor illnesses, but when he was seriously ill, he would ask the doctor to go to the Su residence.

He doesn't like coming to the hospital.

But Xia Nai'er understood that if Su Shijie didn't want to say it, no matter how much she asked, he wouldn't say it.

Chanel was silent for a while: [The weather has been cold recently, you should pay more attention to your body. 】

"You too, why are you still running around in such a cold day?" The driver called Su Shijie as soon as he found Chanel and told him where he found it.

Su Shijie's soft words immediately made Chanel's heart ache.

Eyelashes blinked, Dou Da's tears fell down.

Su Shijie frowned tightly, and looked away, as if he didn't see her tears.

His reaction made Chanel even more sad, and the tears seemed to flow through, and they kept falling.

She wiped her tears and pressed her lips tightly, thinking that she should go...

[Yiyi is my child, there is no need to discuss it, I want her.Just get it right.Thank you. 】

Chanel put the tablet in front of him, got up, and was about to leave. [

But the moment she turned around, a hand grabbed her wrist violently.

Chanel lowered her head in surprise, seeing Su Shijie's broad palm tightly holding her

Su Shijie's chest heaved vigorously, as if he was holding back something, he took a tissue and handed it to her.

Chanel didn't answer, just stood there blankly, tears falling faster.

Su Shijie's eyes dimmed, he stood up, and his tall figure stood in front of her like a mountain: "Why are you crying, he treats you badly?"

He couldn't help but reach out to wipe her tears.

cold fingertips, if any