Mr. He’s Daily Affections

"I went to the restaurant to get Ziyi porridge and waited for her to wake up." Liu Minjun sighed.

He Jingyao nodded slightly: "Go, here is me."

Liu Minjun glanced inside from the window, a complex look appeared on his face.

She looked away and turned to the elevator.

He Jingyao pondered for a while, then pushed open the door of the ward and went inside.

Ziyi is still dripping.

Pei Yuanchen was sitting by the bed, holding her hand tightly, her thin lips squeezed, and there was still no expression on her face.

"Have you thought about it?" He Jingyao said in a deep voice, "If you have already made a decision, tell her early and let her die."

Pei Yuanchen ripped the corner of his mouth and nodded gently: "Okay."

A word of anger appeared on He Jingyao's face: "Do you really want to make such a decision? Is it because you feel that the He family is unable to protect you, or because of your so-called dignity, so you are not willing to accept the shelter of the He family? ?"

Pei Yuanchen laughed hoarsely.

"I look like the kind of person who takes dignity higher than the sky?" His tone laughed at himself.

If things were so simple, why did he push this silly woman away again and again.

He Jingyao frowned.

He looked at Ziyi on the bed.

She was still lethargic, her pale lips flapping slightly.

He Jingyao reached out and touched Ziyi's forehead. The temperature under his palm was hot.

"Take good care of her and tell her your decision after she recovers." He Jingyao said in a deep voice.

Pei Yuanchen rolled his throat and nodded slightly.

He Jingyao turned and left the ward, and Liu Minjun just came out of the elevator holding the insulated barrel.

"Jingyao, go back first. A few children are still young. Zhixi can't take care of her alone." She looked at He Jingyao and said, "Ziyi has me here, you don't need to worry."

He Jingyao looked at the insulated barrel in her arms and suddenly said, "You can put the insulated barrel in, and then I will send you back to the old house."

"What's the matter? I'm gone. Who will take care of Ziyi?" Liu Minjun was surprised.

He Jingyao raised an eyebrow: "Isn't Pei Yuanchen here?"

"He..." Liu Minjun was very dissatisfied. "He doesn't want Ziyi... how can I rest assured Ziyi to him!"

"But the person Ziyi wants to meet now is not you." He Jingyao ticked his lips. "You should give Ziyi the last chance."

Wen Yan, Liu Minjun's expression is a little unsightly.

However, she also had to admit this fact. This girl now has only Pei Yuanchen in mind.

Liu Minjun walked into the ward in a daze, put down the insulated barrel, and said hardly: "Take care of Ziyi, I will come see her tomorrow."

Pei Yuanchen's eyes were slightly dark, and he nodded gently: "You can rest assured."

Liu Minjun looked at Ziyi and then looked at him again. Although he wasn't relieved, he thought that the girl was burning like this and still talking about Uncle Xiaobao.

...

Siming Hospital is a private aristocratic hospital. Originally, there were few patients. Even after midnight, the needle fell quietly.

Ziyi is still sleeping.

The middle nurse came in to change her bit by bit and took her temperature again.

"How is it?" Pei Yuanchen started, his voice dumb.

The nurse looked at the thermometer and said, "37.5... The temperature has dropped a lot, but it is estimated that the fever will not be completely reduced until tomorrow morning."

"Well, thank you." Pei Yuanchen whispered.

Not long after the nurse left, He Ziyi hummed suddenly.