Mr. Ye for the rest of his life, please advise

Chapter 360 You Don't Have to Make a Fuss

Ye Fan reached out to support her, and as soon as he touched her body, she closed her eyes and fainted in his arms.

Before she passed out, she seemed to hear someone calling her name, and it sounded like something anxious.

But she didn't want to open her eyes at all.

She felt so tired and tired. .Never been so tired.

She just wants to sleep well.

Even if the sky is falling, it cannot wake her up from her sleep.
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Mama Zhang put fresh lilies into a vase in the ward, poured out a bowl of soup, looked at the man sitting by the bed, sighed softly, and said distressedly and worriedly, "Mr. Ye , you can drink some soup, you advise the young lady to take care of your body, and you should take care of your body, if you are exhausted, what should the two sisters do?"

The fresh fragrance of lilies sweeps away the dullness of the ward, and the white petals are still stained with crystal dew.

But at this time, no one appreciates its beauty.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled in from the window, and the red light reflected in the room, dyed the dull and depressing ward with a warm tone.

The man's face was reflected in the setting sun, handsome as always, with a sense of arrogance and nobility in his brows, like a god aloof from above.

"Leave it alone, I'll drink it later."

Zhang Ma frowned, "Mr. Ye, you didn't eat at noon today, and now... Even if the young lady wakes up and finds out, she will be worried about you."

Ye Fan quietly stared at the woman lying on the hospital bed, frowning very tightly, and stroked her cheek with his big hand over and over again, "Mother Zhang, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

As if to prove that he was lying, as soon as the words fell, he coughed violently.

He coughed very badly, his handsome face was flushed, he looked good from a distance, but after looking carefully, he could see that his face was sick.

"Mr. Ye."

Zhang Ma's face changed, her face was full of worry, she walked behind him and beat him gently, her eyes were full of distress, "Mr. Ye, you must take care of yourself, don't wait until the young lady wakes up, you are sick again gone."

Ye Fan coughed a few times, panting slightly, "Mother Zhang, don't worry, I'm fine."

Where he couldn't see, Zhang Ma stood behind him and shook her head, her expression became serious, "Mr. Ye, when did you start coughing?"

Ye Fan smiled disapprovingly, and said lightly, "Maybe I caught a cold from the rain today, just take some medicine and it will be fine."

Mama Zhang was silent for a moment, sighed softly, her tone was full of concern, "Mr. Ye, you'd better let the doctor take a look at it right away, Young Madam is here with me, if she wakes up, I will tell you as soon as possible." your."

"No need."

Ye Fan's eyes fell on Tong Caiwei's pale face, and his eyes darkened, "It's fine for me to guard her. It's just a small cold, and you'll be fine after taking some medicine. Zhang Ma, you don't have to make a fuss."

"I'm not making a fuss, Mr. Ye, don't you..."

Zhang Ma was hesitant to speak, with a struggling and hesitant expression on her face, she was silent for a few seconds, and then she let out a long sigh, her stiff tone seemed strange, "Mr. Is it the legend of the next heir?"

Ye Fan was slightly taken aback, then sneered, "Mother Zhang, do you also believe these unrealistic legends?"

Mama Zhang seems to have remembered something, said quietly,
(End of this chapter)