Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

Cen Zhou was stunned.

Having been by Jiang Chenyan's side for many years, he knew best just how terrifying the boss's arm strength was.

If you try to force it open, it could easily injure or even break the delicate pear in the middle.

And... the gentleman has severe mysophobia!

Normally, anyone who gets within half a meter of him will be thrown into the sea, but now he's clinging to Miss Pear like Siamese twins?

wrong!

Cen Zhou glanced at him and hurriedly tried to feel Jiang Chenyan's forehead.

"The gentleman has a high fever!"

Cen Zhou immediately turned to his bodyguards and ordered, "Notify the medical team to go to Deck 10 immediately! Everyone, make way!"

Chen Ziheng and Li Xinyue, who were watching the scene unfold, as well as the Bell father and son, who had just been kneeling on the ground trembling with fear, were all dumbfounded.

The uncrowned king of the powerful overseas underworld was found unconscious in the arms of a young girl in public.

And they held on tightly.

This is an unprecedented spectacle.

Jiang Li was being strangled so tightly she could barely breathe.

She originally intended to push the man towards Cen Zhou, but then she discovered that this man was not only as heavy as a mountain,

It was hanging on her like a super-sized koala.

"Big brother, could you please let go of me first?"

Jiang Li coaxed her softly.

The unconscious man did not respond, but his arms tightened even more.

It was as if they were afraid she would run away.

"Assistant Cen, why don't you lend a hand?"

Jiang Li was on the verge of tears; this man was so heavy.

Cen Zhou watched this scene and sighed silently in his heart.

Sir, you've made Miss Pear your only support.

He maintained a flawless smile and spoke in a respectful tone:

"Miss Li, the gentleman is currently in a state of stress."

If we forcibly pry it open, we're afraid we might hurt you. We're sorry to trouble you.

He was already internally ranting:

This isn't a baby hugging a little sister; it's clearly a dragon hugging its most beloved gold coin!

no way.

Jiang Li could only grit her teeth and support herself against this tall man who was 1.95 meters tall, like a crutch.

Fortunately, Cen Zhou still had a conscience. He was worried that Jiang Li wouldn't be able to hold on and would drop the gentleman.

He then directed two bodyguards to support most of Jiang Chenyan's weight from both sides.

And so, surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black suits with cold expressions.

Under the stunned gaze of all the guests.

Jiang Li was held tightly around the waist by the unconscious Jiang Chenyan.

In a comical and bizarre manner, he slowly moved into the private elevator.

Congressman Bell, who was still in the hall, was so frightened that his legs went weak, and his son Leon collapsed to the ground.

Li Xinyue and Chen Ziheng looked at each other in bewilderment.

"W-What's going on here?"

The girl with the ponytail whispered, "Could it be that Brother Jiang spoils his sister too much and made himself sick?"

Chen Ziheng shook his head.

"No, didn't you see how much Brother Jiang hugged Xiao Li?"

That's not how a brother should treat his sister at all.

Li Xinyue glared at him.

"What nonsense are you talking about! That's Xiao Li's brother!"

Chen Ziheng shut up.

But I still felt that something was wrong.

The elevator doors closed, blocking the view from the outside.

The air inside the elevator car suddenly felt cramped.

Most of Jiang Chenyan's weight was on Jiang Li.

His hot breath sprayed all over her fair neck, raising goosebumps.

Even when a man is unconscious, his jawline remains taut.

But that usually cold and ruthless face now revealed a fragile and sickly appearance.

Jiang Li looked down at him and couldn't help but poke his furrowed brow with her fingertip.

"He looks fierce most of the time, but when he gets sick, he still needs to be taken care of."

Jiang Li muttered softly.

"Baby, his heart rate has gone down a bit, but his temperature is still soaring."

The system broadcasts data in real time.

[This man's physical condition is truly abnormal. A normal person with a fever of this temperature would have been convulsing by now, but he still has the strength to hug you.]

Jiang Li could feel the man's arms wrapped around her waist, even trembling slightly.

Like a child having a nightmare, clinging tightly to the only glimmer of light.

We reached the tenth floor.

The suite door was wide open, and the butler and medical team had been waiting for some time.

Cen Zhou, accompanied by bodyguards, tried to help Jiang Chenyan to the large bed in the master bedroom.

But I just touched the edge of the bed.

The man seemed to sense that someone was trying to take the person in his arms, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Don't leave."

The three hoarse words rolled out of his throat, carrying an undisguised ferocity.

The two private doctors were so startled that their hands trembled, and they almost dropped their medical kits on the ground.

Jiang Li was also startled by his sudden shout.

"Okay, okay, I won't go."

She quickly patted his broad back as if soothing a child.

"Assistant Cen, please make way, I'll try to get him to lie down."

Cen Zhou adjusted his glasses and stepped back two paces with the doctor.

Jiang Li bent down slightly and patiently coaxed him gently:

"Brother, you have a fever and need a shot."

"Can you lie down first?"

The girl's voice was soft, sweet, and had a unique healing power.

The man's arm froze for a few seconds, as if he was struggling to make out her voice.

The fragrance of pear blossoms lingered in my nostrils.

Finally, the tense muscles gradually relaxed.

It took Jiang Li a lot of effort to settle him in the big bed.

result.

Just as she was about to pull away, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a large, hot hand.

The man's palms were rough, bearing calluses from years of handling guns.

That powerful force pulled her down without any resistance.

Jiang Li lost her footing and fell face-first onto the edge of the bed.

The man's large hand naturally clasped her, and his tall body turned to the side, pulling her into his arms once again.

His breathing was heavy, and his hot breath brushed against her earlobe.

"Don't go." The man's voice was hoarse beyond belief.

It carries an extremely obsessive attachment.

The suite was deathly silent.

The doctors looked at each other, barely daring to breathe.

Is this melon something they can eat?

Cen Zhou stood at the foot of the bed, his eyelids twitching violently twice.

Screw family ties.

The way you're behaving, sir, is hardly the way you'd treat your sister.

It's as if they want to swallow people whole and hide them away.

"Miss Li..." Cen Zhou tried to speak.

Jiang Li turned her head, remaining in this embarrassing position, and gave two dry laughs:

"Um, can the doctor just put him on an IV drip like this?"

The old doctor quickly stepped forward and, covered in sweat, began to give Jiang Chenyan acupuncture.

What usually takes only a few seconds took two minutes today.

The main problem was that although the man on the bed had his eyes closed, the air pressure around him was extremely low.

The cold liquid flowed into the blood vessel through the IV tube.

After a while, the man's breathing finally calmed down.

However, he still held Jiang Li tightly with both hands, refusing to let go even a little.

Jiang Li sighed resignedly, and picked up the towel beside her with her other free hand.

She carefully wiped the cold sweat from the man's forehead.