Today, I struggled to survive in the Shura field again.

Chapter 85 I'm Suffering

The next day, the sky was gray, as if it was going to rain, and the clouds seemed to be so dense that they were about to press down.

Fu Tingchuan waited downstairs until eight o'clock and didn't see Song Nainai getting up. He glanced at the time, and then walked upstairs in a good mood.

Although the little girl was shy, she couldn't keep shrinking in her tortoise shell.

This will not work.

Fu Tingchuan was wearing a black formal suit, with gold-plated cuffs showing his distinctive identity. He stepped on the ground with his leather shoes, step by step, gently and gracefully.

He stood at the door of Song Nainai's room and raised his hand to knock.

There was no movement inside.

Fu Tingchuan frowned slightly, then put his hand on the doorknob and turned it lightly.

— did not turn.

Fu Tingchuan raised his eyebrows, and Song Nainai locked the door?
He went downstairs, found the key to Song Nainai's room, and then went back upstairs to open the door.

With a click, the door was instantly opened.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the curtains were drawn, so it looked extremely dark at this time.

Fu Tingchuan raised his foot and walked inside, he saw a bulge on the bed.

"Song Nainai?"

The corner of Fu Tingchuan's lips curled up, and then he slowly approached the bed.

The little girl in the quilt seemed to move. Fu Tingchuan thought she was still shy, so he laughed, sat on the side of the bed, and gently pulled the quilt.

"It's getting late, don't you want to get up?" Fu Tingchuan's hoarse voice was stained with laughter, "Brother has to go to the company later, if you don't get up, you won't be able to see brother for a day."

The little girl in the bed seemed to move again.

Fu Tingchuan raised his eyebrows, he didn't give Song Nainai a chance to be shy, he lifted the quilt directly.

But the moment the quilt was lifted, a gust of hot air gushed out.

Fu Tingchuan's eyes dimmed, and the next moment he suddenly realized something. He turned on the light next to him, and the room instantly brightened.

The little girl seemed to be frightened by the sudden light, and couldn't help but want to shrink back into the bed.

Fu Tingchuan looked at Song Nainai's blushing cheeks and frowned. He reached out and touched Song Nainai's forehead. The temperature on it made Fu Tingchuan's expression change.

He gently shook Song Nainai's hand.

Song Nainai muttered uncomfortably, "No, I'm uncomfortable..."

The soft voice sounded weak at the moment, and there were some crying sounds when listening carefully.

Without even thinking about it, Fu Tingchuan picked up Song Nainai and went downstairs.

His car was parked outside the villa, and the driver was waiting for him.

As soon as he saw Fu Tingchuan, the driver hurried over and opened the door.

"Go to the hospital."

Fu Tingchuan's face was gloomy, mixed with a bit of hostility, he carried Song Nainai into the car, and felt that the little girl in his arms was as light as if there were only bones left.

The driver drove very steadily, seeking speed while being steady, so 10 minutes later, the car slowly stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

Fu Tingchuan hugged Song Nainai and kicked Ji Rongwen's office away.

Ji Rongwen was looking down at a medical case. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked over. The pair of gentle phoenix eyes under the blue lenses flashed slightly.

He looked at Fu Tingchuan and the people tightly wrapped by Fu Tingchuan, and raised his eyebrows, "This is...?"

"She has a fever." Fu Tingchuan said coldly, "Quickly prescribe medicine."

Ji Rongwen hadn't seen such an anxious look on Fu Tingchuan's face for a long time. He approached slowly and saw a familiar face, his eyes froze.

It's Song Nainai again.

There was a flash of coldness in Ji Rong Wenfeng's eyes.

He actually underestimated Song Nainai. In just a few days, Fu Tingchuan actually cared about her so much.

(End of this chapter)