Wife in a flash marriage: Mr. President, please divorce

Chapter 41 what to do

This feeling of enjoyment allowed him to deliberately ignore the burning pain in his stomach.

The two happily finished their meal, and Le Yan'er said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

As soon as Le Yan'er went out, Aunt Jiang walked in quietly, picked up the handbag Le Yan'er put on the seat, and stuffed 1000 yuan into it.

Ye Tingchen was slightly taken aback.

Sensing Ye Tingchen's gaze, Aunt Jiang smiled a little embarrassedly: "Mr. Ye, I don't know much, but I can tell that you are definitely not an ordinary person. It is her good fortune that Yanyan can marry you. But our Yanyan Yan is also a good girl, I hope you can treat her better, I may not be qualified to say this, in my heart, Yanyan is the same as my own daughter..."

Aunt Jiang had never dealt with important people, and under Ye Tingchen's natural aristocratic aura, her voice became smaller and smaller.

Ye Tingchen was unprecedentedly friendly.

"Don't worry, I will take good care of her."

Aunt Jiang showed some smiles on her old face: "Okay, okay, I believe you."

Le Yan'er walked in and asked strangely, "What are you talking about?"

Ye Tingchen acted nonchalantly: "Let's go, it's time to go back."

After speaking, he stood up and walked out first.

"Hey, Ye Tingchen, wait for me." Le Yan'er hurriedly picked up her handbag and bid farewell to Aunt Jiang, "Aunt Jiang, I have accepted a new play, and I may not have time to come here recently, take good care of yourself and take care Body, I will come back to see you as soon as I am free."

Aunt Jiang smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Only then did Le Yan'er chase her out.

After getting in the car, I couldn't help complaining to Ye Tingchen: "Why are you walking so fast, I still want to chat with Aunt Jiang."

Ye Tingchen glanced at her: "Aren't you tired from participating in the activities?"

"Well, I'm a little tired."

On the way back, Ye Tingchen kept his eyes closed to rest his mind, Le Yan'er thought he was tired, so he didn't bother him.

But Le Yan'er didn't notice Ye Tingchen's paler complexion and faintly furrowed eyebrows.

When they arrived at the imperial villa, the car stopped, but Ye Tingchen still closed his eyes.

"Ye Tingchen, we're here, are you asleep?"

Le Yan'er stretched out her hand and pushed him, unexpectedly, her arm was icy cold. When she looked up, she saw that his face was pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Ye Tingchen opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

"Well, get out of the car." After saying that, Ye Tingchen walked out as if nothing had happened.

"Ye Tingchen, what's wrong with you, why are you sweating so much?" Le Yan'er was startled.

Ye Tingchen frowned: "It's okay."

But after he got out of the car, he staggered a bit, obviously unable to stand still, and there was also a look of pain on his face.

Le Yan'er quickly supported him: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? I'll ask Housekeeper Shen to call me."

Ye Tingchen grabbed her wrist with his backhand, stopping her movement.

"do not go."

"Why! Why are you always refusing to see a doctor, you look very serious!" Le Yan'er was really anxious to death.

"Just help me in." Ye Tingchen's tone became cold, which was his usual tone of giving orders.

Le Yan'er was too anxious to care about him, and said, "No, if you don't tell me what's wrong with you, I'll ask Housekeeper Shen to call a doctor!"

"If you tell Butler Shen, he will immediately call and tell my mother in England."

Le Yan'er was stunned, and exasperated: "Then you can't always hold on to yourself, you didn't want to see a doctor when you fell down last time, but today you're in such pain and still holding on, you just don't take yourself Do you take your body seriously!"

Le Yan'er's eyes were reddened.

Seeing this, Ye Tingchen felt distressed in his eyes, and finally said: "Stomach."

"what?"

"Stomach pain."

After getting the answer, Le Yan'er was even more puzzled, why did she have a stomachache?
They just ate...

Spicy hot pot!

Her eyes suddenly widened.

"You can't eat spicy food, can you?"

Seeing Ye Tingchen's face getting more and more ugly, Le Yan'er didn't care to say anything else, and helped Ye Tingchen back to the room.

Lying on the bed, Ye Tingchen's eyes were closed tightly, his brows were tightly furrowed, his face was a little frighteningly pale, and the veins on his forehead were faintly exposed.

Le Yan'er's heart was full of remorse.

It's all her fault, I have to eat some hot pot if I have nothing to do.

It's fine to eat hot pot, why eat so spicy.

I can't tell Butler Shen now, she doesn't even have anyone to ask, she's at a loss, she doesn't know what to do.

There are so many kinds of stomach problems, she doesn't even know what kind of stomach problem Ye Tingchen has, and he is very stubborn, so he will definitely not tell her.

She can't just give him medicine.There was a flash in my mind.

An Jue!

Since the two of them were lovers before, An Jue must be very aware of Ye Tingchen's illness!He must know what to do!
Le Yan'er lowered her head and whispered in Ye Tingchen's ear, "I'll get you a glass of water, I'll be back soon."

Then he quickly ran into his room, hid in the bathroom, and dialed An Jue's phone.

After ringing for a long time, An Jue's lazy voice came out from the receiver: "Hello..."

"An Jue, it's me!"

"Hey, baby, didn't you tell me not to call me? Just send a text message if you have anything to do."

"Ye Tingchen has a stomach problem!"

Over there, An Jue seemed to sit up in an instant, her voice became more serious: "What are you talking about, he has a stomach problem? He hasn't had one for several years, why did he suddenly get sick? Did he eat spicy food?"

Sure enough, it was because of eating chili.

Le Yan'er's intestines were ruined.

"Yes, I ate a lot of spicy food."

"Ye Tingchen has a severe gastric ulcer, and he can't touch a little bit of chili. He hasn't suffered from illness for many years. How could he suddenly eat spicy food?"

Le Yan'er felt even more guilty, feeling that she couldn't hold her head up in front of An Jue, but she couldn't lie to An Jue, so she said truthfully: "I invited him to eat hot pot tonight, I didn't know he couldn't eat spicy food, And keep feeding him food..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Le Yan'er thought that An Jue must be very angry with her, and agreed to help him take care of Ye Tingchen, but it was self-defeating and made him suffer from stomach problems.

"I'm sorry, An Jue..."

"Baby, it's not your fault. Ye Tingchen is not a brainless person. He will think carefully before doing things. He is very aware of his stomach problems, so he still chooses to eat. It shows that he also knows what he will bear after eating spicy food. Isn't that right?" your fault."

The self-blame in Le Yan'er's heart was not relieved by An Jue's comfort. She asked, "Then what should I do now? He won't let me tell Butler Shen, or call a doctor."

An Jue pondered for a while: "There is a medicine box in the utility room. There should be omeprazole in it. You give him two pills of that medicine, and rub his stomach in a clockwise direction."

Not caring about why An Jue knew Ye Tingchen's villa so well, Le Yan'er quickly responded: "Okay, I'll go right away."

After hanging up the phone, Le Yan'er went straight to the utility room downstairs and found omeprazole.

After taking the medicine and pouring another cup of hot water, Le Yan'er went back to Ye Tingchen's room.

(End of this chapter)