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

Chapter 9 Wait for me for 15 minutes
The air conditioner was turned to the lowest temperature, and the cold wind was directly facing the head of the bed. Song Nainai got under the covers, turned off the phone, and fell asleep happily.

When I woke up, the sky was bright.

Song Nainai rubbed her face, her head was drowsy, she sat up holding the quilt, touched her forehead, and lay down again in a daze.

When she woke up again, Song Nainai felt as if a large cup of hot water had been poured down her throat, and she stretched out a hand.

When the phone was turned on, more than a dozen missed calls were picked out, all of which were from Song Yushuang.

Song Nainai took a look, clicked on Lahei, and then leaned against the head of the bed with difficulty.

This body was much weaker than she had imagined, it was just exposed to the rain, and now it actually had a fever.

She felt that the hot air she exhaled could cook an egg.

But this gave her a chance to get close to Fu Tingchuan.

Although Song Yushuang took away the business card that Fu Tingchuan gave her, she had memorized the number on it long ago. Song Nainai pressed the button, and when she heard the beeping sound in the phone, she closed her eyes dizzily.

"Hello."

On the other end of the phone was Assistant Yan's gentle voice. Song Nainai's breathing was stagnant, and then she said in a hoarse voice, "Can you take me to the hospital."

Assistant Yan's hand holding the phone froze.

He took down the phone and took a look. After confirming that it was Fu Tingchuan's phone, he asked, "Who are you?"

"Could you come pick me up? I feel so bad." Song Nainai's nasal voice was heavy, and the sound of breathing from the other end of the phone was also heavy. Assistant Yan frowned.

Before he could say anything else, he saw Fu Tingchuan pushing the door and walking in with a document.

Assistant Yan hurriedly handed over the phone: "A girl called just now, and she asked you to take her to the hospital."

"Who?" Fu Tingchuan turned to look at him.

Assistant Yan shook his head and said, "There is no note." When he looked down, he saw that the other party had hung up the phone.

Fu Tingchuan took the phone and looked down. It was an unfamiliar number.

However, he has two mobile phone numbers, one public and one private, and this strange number was calling his private mobile number.

Fu Tingchuan frowned.

His fingertips landed on the screen, paused, and he dialed back.

"Hello." The voice on the other end of the phone was extremely hoarse.

"I'm Fu Tingchuan."

As soon as the five words were uttered, there was a sudden rustling sound over there, and the sound of the cup hitting the ground.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a weak voice on the phone: "Hello, I just made a wrong call."

Fu Tingchuan: "Where are you?"

There was a moment of stagnation, and then he said softly: "Yanjun Hotel."

Yanjun is not far from the Fu Group.

He glanced at the time. There was no meeting in the morning, so he said, "Wait for me for 15 minutes."

Song Nainai hummed inaudibly.

After hanging up the phone, she suddenly leaned back as if discouraged, staring at the ceiling, Song Nainai exhaled slowly.

She closed her eyes, took the pillow next to her and hugged her in her arms, and fell into a deep sleep.
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Song Nainai was woken up.

She opened her eyes in a daze, but there was still a white mist in front of her eyes, she blinked again, and the picture became clear.

Fluent French sounded in her ears, and Song Nainai turned her head to look, and saw Fu Tingchuan sitting on the small sofa next to her, with a laptop on the folding desk opposite.

He was wearing a headset and appeared to be in a video conference.

Sensing the movement on Song Nainai's side, he turned his head and took a look.

(End of this chapter)