The powerless flash wife

Chapter 1075 Take Care of Meng Fanlang

Of course, she didn't go to Meng Fanlang that night, and she didn't appear in Meng Fanlang's sight for the next three days. She decided to give up the business and started negotiating advertising business with some small companies.

On the fourth day, her company received a contract sample from Meng Fanlang's company, saying that the company decided to cooperate with her advertising company.

Her small advertising company seemed to have been reborn, and several partners who worked together regarded her as a savior. Everyone cheered, cried and laughed.

He Niannian lay beside Meng Fanlang's face, pressing her face against Meng Fanlang's. She just wanted to get closer to him, closer.

Thinking about the past of the two, looking at the familiar face in front of him, He Niannian stretched out an index finger across his forehead, bridge of nose, and lips.

He should still have his own in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't keep calling his name when he had a high fever.Thinking of this, He Niannian's heart became clear again.

From time to time, he poked Meng Fanlang's forehead with his hands, probably because the medicine had taken effect, and Meng Fanlang began to sweat profusely, which drenched his clothes.

He Niannian got up quickly, took a towel, and kept wiping him until the sweat and fever slowly subsided.

He Niannian glanced out of the window, the sky had turned pale, and it was almost dawn, at this moment He Niannian felt sore all over.

Lying down next to Meng Fanlang again, he fell asleep again in a daze, unconsciously.

After a deep sleep, when he woke up, he found himself lying on a comfortable big bed. He Niannian suddenly sat up from the bed, and quickly lifted the quilt from his body.

Sure enough, he found that he was only wearing Meng Fanlang's loose white shirt, but Meng Fanlang, who was supposed to be lying on the bed, was nowhere to be seen.

"Ah!" He Niannian's sharp cry made the fish in the fish tank thump violently a few times.

A tall figure walked over from the outside with graceful steps, leaning straight on the doorway, with his shoulders around, looking at He Niannian who was sitting on the bed with interest: "What's the matter?" The appearance of the play.

"Meng Fanlang, what have you done! You have gone too far! I took good care of you, but you..."

He Niannian felt that his self-esteem had been greatly challenged, and felt wronged for a while, and his eyes turned red.

Meng Fanlang was startled, and immediately panicked.

"Wait, wait, I didn't do anything. I'm afraid you won't sleep well. I just changed your clothes for you. I really didn't do anything else. Besides, I'm not sick yet. What can I do when my body is healed? Even if I have more energy, I am not strong enough..." Meng Fanlang argued hastily.

He Niannian thought about it, and felt that what Meng Fanlang said made sense. He looked a little thinner now, with two big dark circles, and looked weak, so he shouldn't be able to think about it.

"What about my clothes?" He Niannian looked around but didn't see his clothes.

Meng Fanlang went to the closet and took out her clothes one by one. It turned out that he remembered so clearly that the clothes He Niannian took off were neatly hung in the closet.

Seeing Meng Fanlang hand over her underwear, He Niannian blushed, but felt warm in her heart.Meng Fanlang stood there with no intention of leaving, He Niannian was holding the clothes and neither was wearing them, nor was he not wearing them.

Suddenly a vague smell floated into the room, He Niannian sniffed forcefully: "What's the smell?"

"Oops! My porridge!" Meng Fanlang screamed and rushed into the kitchen.

He Niannian on the bed smiled slightly, and quickly put on his clothes when Meng Fanlang left.

When He Niannian finished washing and sat at the dining table, Meng Fanlang was still struggling with the pot of overcooked porridge. He filled a bowl and placed it in front of He Niannian: "Well, it might have a special taste. You just go ahead."

Although it was a bowl of mushy porridge, He Niannian was really pleasantly surprised that General Manager Meng could wash his hands and make soup. If it was in China, it would be enough to make the headlines of newspapers.

"What's wrong? The smell of the paste is too strong, why don't you order takeaway." Meng Fanlang saw that He Niannian didn't move his chopsticks, put a spoonful into his mouth, and there was indeed an unpleasant smell of paste taste.

"No, no, no..." He Niannian quickly picked up the spoon and scooped up a large spoonful and put it into his mouth, "It's okay, the smell is not too bad, it's okay, don't waste it, just eat it."

At this moment, the sunlight is just right, through the glass, the table is full, hanging on He Niannian's long eyelashes, sparkling, falling on He Niannian's slender fingertips, crystal clear, painted on He Niannian's cherry lips On, attracting infinite reverie.

Sitting opposite He Niannian, Meng Fanlang watched He Niannian sipping the porridge spoonful by spoonful without turning his eyes, suddenly very satisfied.

He wanted to be with such a woman who was as bright as the sun and as quiet as the air for the rest of his life, and it could be said that he had nothing else to ask for.

Some hasty cell phone ringtones ended this person's quiet morning.

Meng Fanlang glanced at the phone, his face suddenly changed, it was Su Yiqing.

Meng Fanlang was a little surprised. Usually, it was Quan Shaochen who called Meng Fanlang, and Su Yiqing would never take the initiative to contact him, probably to avoid suspicion.

The two had almost stopped communicating alone, and it should be night in China at this time, so Su Yiqing must be in a hurry to call at this time.Meng Fanlang glanced at He Niannian who was opposite, she was still sipping porridge.Meng Fanlang got up and went to the balcony to answer the phone.

"Brother, how are you and...how are you and Nian Nian?" The hoarse voice seemed to be forced out of the throat.

Meng Fanlang was startled: "Yiqing, did something happen at home? What happened to your throat?"

"Oh, it's all right, I just have a cold recently, it's just...just..." Su Yiqing began to hesitate again when the words she had made up her mind to say came to her lips.

Her hesitation made Meng Fanlang even more convinced that something must have happened at home: "Yiqing, tell me quickly, it's just something...".

Meng Fanlang raised his voice eagerly, but he forgot to close the balcony door when he came in. The restaurant is connected to the balcony. He Niannian, who was sitting in the restaurant eating, heard his words clearly.

"It's just that Yangyang's health is not good, and he's still in the hospital... But brother, don't worry, it's not serious. The doctor just suggested that it's safer to live in the hospital. He can eat and drink, and he's fine..." Su Yiqing was afraid of Meng Fanlang Worry about keeping things as simple as possible.

Meng Fanlang's heart thumped, as if a boulder had fallen. The thing he had been worrying about had finally happened. Yangyang was born with congenital heart disease. He was so sensible, so smart, and so lovable. He has to endure such pain at such a young age, and his family naturally loves him even more.

(End of this chapter)