Sweet love marriage: Domineering president keeps teasing

Chapter 190 I Dreamed, You Called Me

Walking over, Feng Yiche first put his hand on her forehead to test the temperature, it had already cooled down.

"Buzzing..."

"Lu la la, lu la la..."

Feng Yiche looked displeased at the phone that broke the silence, but when he saw the caller ID on the screen, he immediately frowned.

Editor Song?
It's him.

Holding a glass of red wine, Song Yanheng stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel's presidential suite living room. Under the gloomy sky, tall buildings were buried in the gray clouds.

He didn't sleep all night.

"Beep, beep, beep—"

Nian Shiqian's mobile phone was connected, but he didn't hear the familiar and soft voice he imagined. On the other end of the phone, a gentle breathing was silent, and the solemnity of silence could be transmitted to Song Yanheng's body through the radio waves. in the eyes.

There was a dark light in Sen Leng's eyes.

The corner of his resolute mouth curled up into a meaningful sinister smile, Song Yanheng hung up the phone, raised the red wine glass in his hand, drank it in one gulp, then threw it directly into the trash can, and turned away.

"beep--"

The sudden hanging up of the phone caught Feng Yiche by surprise.

Looking at the black screen of the phone, a strange feeling flashed in Feng Yiche's heart.

"Cough cough..."

Nian Shiqian's light cough interrupted Feng Yiche's contemplation, he turned his head and looked over, Nian Shiqian had already woken up and was struggling to get up.

The weakness after the high fever made her exhausted, and her body, which had just got up halfway, felt weak and collapsed.

Supporting her from behind with a pair of strong and powerful hands, Nian Shiqian fell into Feng Yiche's arms, leaning against his chest, Nian Shiqian pulled her dry lips: "I came to the hospital?"

Feng Yiche took a deep breath, hugged her tightly in his arms, as if afraid that she would run away: "You have a high fever."

"Ah?" Nian Shiqian had no strength to push him away, so he could only let him hold him, "I don't remember, but I had a lot of dreams when I was in a daze, as if I heard you calling me, you calling me ?"

The man was silent, but his arms tightened even more.

All the tension and worries turned into the steaming warmth in his arms, Nian Shiqian felt his warmth, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

She is unknowingly tied down by someone's emotions. If he is unhappy, she will also be depressed. If he is happy, she will also feel that the sun is shining brightly.

"I'm so thirsty." Nian Shiqian said softly.

Feng Yiche finally let her go, and walked over with a glass of water.

Taking small sips of warm water to moisten his chapped lips, he looked at his bloodshot eyes while reading.

"You, haven't you slept all night? Did I burn out and be in a coma for a long time? You've been taking care of me?" Nian Shiqian said, feeling more and more apologetic.

Feng Yiche glanced at the sky outside the window, raised his brows slightly, and said in a cold tone, "How is it possible, I just recognize the bed and can't fall asleep."

When he read it, his shallow eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth curled up even more, but he still held back his laughter.

She's not a fool, she's obviously just worried that she won't be able to sleep.

The rippling sweetness in her heart made her eyes sparkle, and a blush appeared on her pale and weak face.

Feng Yiche passed her bright eyes over her, with a haughty look, he picked up the coat at hand: "Stay obediently in the hospital these few days, and I will ask for leave for you at the magazine office. There are still meetings in the company, gone."

"Yeah." Nian Shiqian nodded and watched him walk out of the ward, but couldn't hold back her laughter the moment he closed the door.

Laughing is very exhausting, not to mention that she has just recovered from a serious illness.

(End of this chapter)