I dressed as a black lotus goddess

Chapter 200 Mr. Feng, where is your thermometer?
After sending the address, Feng Xian leaned on the sofa and asked, "What do you want the address for?"

"I will visit you."

Feng Xian heard the voice of blossoming in his heart.

The man's voice was weak, "Aren't you training? Wouldn't it be troublesome?"

"No, give me the address."

Mr. Feng is as good as others.

After Zheng Ling received the address, she called Director Zhang, "Director Zhang, I want to ask for leave today."

"Well, leave, what's the matter?"

"Someone in the family is sick."

Director Zhang could tell that Zheng Ling was serious and would not ask for leave casually. He was probably an important person who could reach him on the phone.

"Okay, you can go."

"Well, tomorrow I will make up today's content."

"That's not necessary." Director Zhang smiled on the phone, "I've watched the training video, and you're good enough now."

"Excellent performance."

After exchanging a few words with Director Zhang, Zheng Ling packed up his things and set off.

Flying past, Zheng Ling stopped at the pharmacy on the road, then hurried to Feng Xian's house.

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The doorbell rang.

Feng Xian put all these things into the cabinet, and then went downstairs.

From the cat's eye, he saw Zheng Ling.

She came, really came.

Opening the door, the cold wind rushed in, Zheng Ling looked up, only to see Feng Xian was wearing very homely pajamas, his hair was a little messy, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Her heart trembled, God, she was really sick.

Entering the door, he quickly pushed the door shut, "Mr. Feng, why did you come out with so little clothes on?"

"Come and open the door for you."

"...Then you should wear an extra dress." Zheng Ling really wanted to roll her eyes, "Go back to the bedroom quickly."

She spoke in a commanding tone, Feng Xian hummed and went upstairs.

Then Feng Xian started to boil water and prepare things, and she found that Feng Xian was the only one in this huge villa.

After the hot water was poured into the pot, she took the cold water and opened it, and went upstairs with the capsule.

Feng Xian's bedroom was very monotonous, big and empty, his eyes were all in cool colors, and he made a work desk and bookcase in the bedroom.No matter how you look at it, they all look like workaholics.

After glancing at these things, Zheng Ling's eyes fell on the big bed.

Feng Xian was lying under the quilt, only his head was exposed outside, his eyes were half-closed, like a dream but not awake, he looked extremely weak.

"Mr. Feng?"

Zheng Ling's heart softened, and when he took a closer look, the face that always had a serious expression on weekdays had lost the sharpness and maturity that belonged to President Feng. An irrepressible desire to protect.

"Mr. Feng?"

She patted Feng Xian's shoulder lightly.

Only then did Feng Xian open his eyes. There was a faint glint of water in his black pupils. He whispered softly, "Zheng Ling."

Zheng Ling's heart trembled.

"Are you awake? Come and take some medicine."

Feng Xian hummed, and could even be called obediently took the medicine, and swallowed it with his head raised.

"Thank you for coming."

"What is this?" Zheng Ling put the water glass aside, "Mr. Feng often said that we are in good relationship, needless to say thank you?"

"Hello."

Being coquettishly uttered a sentence, Feng Xian stared at Zheng Ling for a while, and then lay down under the quilt.

Our relationship, in Zheng Ling's eyes, what is our relationship in the final analysis?

Is it extremely pure?
"That's right." Zheng Ling remembered that Feng Xian still had a fever, "Mr. Feng, where is your thermometer?"

(End of this chapter)