Flash Marriage Sweet Wife: No. 1 Yuan from a wealthy family

Chapter 10 Mr. Song's People

The heater was turned on in the car.

Song Yizheng gave Qin Anhao his suit jacket, and after a while, Qin Anhao, who felt the warmth, slowly opened his eyes.

The whites of her eyes were bloodshot, and the black eyes were less crystal clear, and a thin layer of mist made her see hazy.

He suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again, but he still couldn't see clearly, so he simply gave up opening them and closed them directly.

Leaning his heavy head on the car seat, he kept shaking his head because of the high fever.

Qin Anhao struggled for a while, and suddenly felt a cold hand pressing on her forehead. The cold feeling seemed to relieve her pain instantly.

But there is a trace of warmth in the cold.

Qin Anhao reached out and grabbed that cool hand, and asked in a low voice, "Can I lend you a shoulder to lean on?"

After saying that, Qin Anhao gently opened her eyelids, and vaguely saw a familiar face. Before the other party answered, she turned her head and leaned on his shoulder.

His shoulders are very broad, which makes people feel very reassuring.

Qin An thought that this would make her feel better, but at this moment she wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

When a person is sick, his nerves become weak and he becomes confused.

Laugh when you want to laugh, cry when you want to cry, as if you have lost the ability to think and control.

She laughed cunningly and cried painfully; her thin cry gradually diffused over the soft music in the car, which was abrupt and distressing.

She repeatedly wanted to forget something.

But because I was too urgent and too anxious, I hurt myself...

Song Yizheng did not push the person away for the first time, his hand hanging in mid-air froze for a long time, his originally sharp eyes gradually softened, and finally he gently embraced the shoulder of the person in his arms.

Just a gentleman!

Sending people to the newly developed sea view room, Song Yizheng originally didn't intend to send Qin Anhao upstairs, but he saw that Qin Anhao was burned so badly that he didn't like the way the driver was helping him, so he sent him up himself.

Song Yizheng was tall, and it was obviously inconvenient to help the slightly petite Qin Anhao upstairs, so he simply hugged him horizontally.

Looking at a person with little flesh, he hugged him with some weight; and these weights gave Song Yizheng a different feeling.

Passing through the lobby with someone in his arms, he stepped into the elevator. When the door was about to close, someone pressed it open urgently.

"Song, Mr. Song, why are you here?"

Zhou Xu, who had just entered the elevator, immediately recognized Mr. Song standing in the elevator. He was surprised but also nervous.

Even though Mr. Song is usually very low-key, as the deputy head of the new district, Zhou Xu knows that Hucheng New District exists because of Mr. Song's existence.

In other words, Mr. Song has the final say on the New District and even the entire Tiger City.

If Mr. Song is willing to speak up for someone, becoming the mayor of Hucheng City will be a piece of cake.

Meeting Mr. Song by accident, Zhou Xu felt that it was like a pie in the sky, and it was a good opportunity to get acquainted with Mr. Song.

Soon, Zhou Xu noticed that Mr. Song was holding a woman in his arms. The woman was huddled in Mr. Song's arms, unable to see her face. Judging from the woman's figure and back, she was probably lovely.

Moreover, Mr. Song personally carried her upstairs, so I think she has some weight in Mr. Song's heart.

But...Zhou Xu somehow felt that the person in Mr. Song's arms looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

Just wanted to take a closer look.

However, Mr. Song tightened his hands suddenly, and shot his sharp eyes at Zhou Xu, which made Zhou Xu gasp in fright.

He should know that even if he is curious, he can't always stare at Mr. Song's woman.

He hurriedly looked away, smiled awkwardly, and asked, "Which floor are you going to, Mr. Song? I live on the eighteenth floor. You can come and sit with me when you have time."

After saying that, Zhou Xu glanced at the woman in Mr. Song's arms again, but quickly shifted his gaze to Mr. Song, not daring to linger on Mr. Song's woman to avoid misunderstanding.

Song Yizheng didn't want to talk to Zhou Xu very much, but Zhou Xu was the deputy head of the district, so he still answered, "16." Song Yizheng gave Qin An a good place to live on the sixteenth floor, and he might come over usually, which was expected early in the morning.

When it was said that it was the sixteenth floor, Zhou Xu's eyes brightened slightly, and he wanted to say something to Mr. Song, but the elevator arrived at this moment.

As soon as the door opened, Mr. Song walked out directly.

As Mr. Song walked away, Zhou Xu could only swallow what he wanted to say, and looked at Mr. Song from a distance, but unexpectedly glanced at half of the face of the woman in Mr. Song's arms.

It was too far away, and the time he saw was less than three seconds, Zhou Xu couldn't be sure who it was.

However, Zhou Xu immediately took out his phone vigilantly and called his assistant, asking him to find out who Mr. Song's woman is. It would be best if he could make an appointment to meet her.

Because this woman is crucial to his rectification and promotion! !
Zhou Xu will not miss any chance...

Song Yizheng carried Qin Anhao into the house, put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and finally put two antipyretics and a glass of water beside her bed.

Turn away.

But he walked for a while, then turned back.

Perhaps, he should make sure that Qin took the medicine before leaving, because Qin An had a high fever.

Song Yizheng, who came back, stood firmly beside Qin Anhao for a long time, and finally sat down slowly, stretched out his hand to put a pillow behind Qin Anhao, and finally took the medicine and stuffed it directly into Qin Anhao's mouth.

After stuffing it in, I was about to give her water.

With her eyes closed, Qin Anhao suddenly vomited out two pills.

"so bitter."

It's too bitter, she doesn't want to suffer now.

The medicine that Qin Anhao vomited just landed on Song Yizheng's trouser legs. The small white particles and the gray suit pants were in sharp contrast.

Song Yizheng's hand holding the water glass suddenly tightened, obviously a little annoyed.

His cleanliness is very serious, very serious.

Suddenly put down the water, got up and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by Qin Anhao again.

She murmured something softly in her mouth, her voice was too low and weak to hear clearly.

Ghostly.

Song Yizheng bent down slightly, and slowly approached Qin Anhao's ear, as if he wanted to hear what she was saying.

The closer he got, the warmer the girl's breath became stronger, and there was a faint fragrance on her body, which was refreshing.

Song Yizheng's gaze slowly moved towards Qin Anhao.

But when he saw the girl's eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her pale lips seemed in pain, he stood up suddenly, as if he felt that he cared too much.

ps/ ask for a ticket
(End of this chapter)