Wife-wrapping Addiction: Mrs. Yan's family is not allowed to escape

When the mobile phone in his hand rang, Yan Qiutong quickly answered it: "How?"

Jiang Xuan was a little hesitant: "Boss, Young Madam... didn't find out."

"...Where is the Lian family?" Yan Qiutong took a deep breath and asked what was on his mind.

Jiang Xuan denied: "Boss, Lian Ying's condition has improved a bit in the past two days. Lian Guoqiang is looking for Miss Qin everywhere, but he has not found any news about Mrs. Young."

"...Okay, I see." Regarding the news, Yan Qiutong couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, so she sighed and closed her eyes, "Keep an eye on it, you will find Lian Cheng these two days, Let me know if you have any news."

Jiang Xuan agreed.

After a sleepless night and no news from Lian Cheng, Yan Qiutong stayed up for two nights in a row, exhausting his energy and feeling a little depressed.

But Lian Cheng in the hospital, under the comfort of a night of medicine, his fever subsided, and he fell into a deep sleep for a long time. His bones were soft from sleep. The moment he opened his eyes, he felt like he didn't know what year it was. , Dreams and reality are somewhat distorted.

For Lian Cheng, a long sleep does not mean how comfortable it is.

Changjue's dreams are often blurred, Lian Cheng's dreams are full of grotesque fragments, and there are too many memories that she doesn't want to remember.

So much so that the moment she opened her eyes, Lian Cheng felt that she had come back to life.

"you're awake?"

When a strange voice appeared beside him, Lian Cheng instantly raised his guard, turned his head, looked to one side, and was startled.

She had the impression that this man was the last person she gave money to before he passed out. However, this man seemed to dislike the small amount of money she gave and confiscated it...

But why is he here?

"What?" Yuan Zhizheng was holding a bowl of rice porridge that he had just bought. When he entered the room, he saw the big glazed eyes that belonged to the little girl. She was very energetic. Such a girl is more likable. Angry, he smiled, put the porridge on the table beside him, and said, "You won't recognize anyone when you wake up?"

"It's you?" Lian Cheng opened his mouth and spoke in a hoarse voice, as if being run over by a car.

Lian Cheng was startled by his ugly voice, and then his eyes were full of disgust.

Yuan Zhizheng didn't think there was anything, but he was a little happy to hear the phrase "it's you" inexplicably, and curled his lips: "Recognized?"

"Well," Lian Cheng nodded, with a dull face, struggling to speak, "At that time, did you dislike the lack of money I gave?"

The corners of Yuan Zhizheng's mouth that were about to rise froze for a moment, and the corners of his mouth twitched a few times. It turned out that her recognition was different from his recognition. He knew that he could not count on this woman's memory. I have met him several times, but I can still call "Master Li" in his face.

Sighing, Yuan Zhizheng didn't want to bring up the previous meeting with nodding acquaintances, and shook his head: "Do I look like someone who is short of money?"

At this time, Lian Cheng took a serious look at the man's clothes. Although it was a simple tone-colored casual wear, the logo on it meant 10,000+, and the watch on the man's wrist was a new one from Sweden. A handmade mechanical watch, a manner of speaking, and an aura that you can have while standing still. Where does it look like you are short of money?

Looking at the single room I lived in, needless to say, I knew it was reserved by the man in front of me.

Lian Cheng twitched the corner of his mouth, and said without apology: "I'm sorry."

Yuan Zhizheng didn't expect this girl to be too sincere, but this perfunctory attitude really made him feel that the girl in front of him was just as underwhelming as the girl who threw up on him and thought he was a duck.

Sighing, Yuan Zhizheng hooked the corners of his lips: "How do you feel?"

"Not good." The voice was still horrible to death. For Lian Cheng who had some voice control, it was definitely a nightmare. He looked at the man weakly and shook his head.

"Do you still have a fever?" Yuan Zhizheng was stunned, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Lian Cheng's forehead, facing Lian Cheng's constricted pupils, full of resistance, which made Yuan Zhizheng feel malicious and smiled , slowly said, "I don't have a fever..."

"Who told you to touch me?!" Lian Cheng was extremely disgusted by being touched, and couldn't help but explode immediately.

Yuan Zhizheng didn't care much about Lian Cheng's blown hair, and curled the corners of his lips: "What are you afraid of? I wiped your face. In order to cool you down, I even..."

When it came to face, Lian Cheng realized that the mask on her face was gone, her brows became more and more tight, and the man still wanted to whet her appetite, so her tone was naturally not much better: "How are you doing?" Already?!"

Didn't this man cool her down? !

Lian Cheng was a little embarrassed by her own thoughts, and then her heart sank. In name, she was still Yan's young lady and Yan Qiutong's wife. Besides, even if the two of them fell into a cold spot yesterday, Lian Cheng subconsciously affirmed , This is just mutual harm between the two, but Yan Qiutong will not allow her to "return bridges to bridges, roads to roads".

"What else can I do?" At this moment, the little girl has a little girlish appearance. When she gets angry, she becomes angry. In the half-lying state, Yuan Zhizheng said helplessly, "You have had a fever for half the night, and you have gastroenteritis, what else can I do? I have been stared at with perverted eyes all night, and I still have to do my duty." Responsibly atone, wipe your palms and feet with alcohol..."

Lian Cheng was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize where the sour, stinky and alcoholic smell came from, and he frowned in disgust.

Yuan Zhizheng was amused by the little girl's expression, and smiled: "Do you want to throw yourself into the garbage dump? Do you think the garbage dump smells better than yourself?!"

Lian Cheng glanced at the man, with a dull expression on his face, and said, "You are worse than a garbage dump."

"It's okay, it's okay," Yuan Zhizheng made a very grateful expression, and chuckled, "Fortunately, I didn't burn stupidly, forty degrees, girl, do you want to test whether you can boil it when you boil it?"

Forty degrees?

Lian Cheng was stunned, she said how could she feel so uncomfortable yesterday.

Yuan Zhizheng also accepted the joke, and asked with concern: "Is there any discomfort? Do you feel that you are still hot? Or is your stomach upset?"

"..." Lian Cheng didn't know how to deal with the concern from strangers. He bit the corner of his lips, calmed down, and complained a little more, "My throat hurts...the sound is so bad... "

The sound is bad?

Yuan Zhizheng was stunned for a moment, and then smiled. He thought it was okay, but he was a little dumb, but he didn't expect that this girl is still a voice control.

Lian Cheng was very dissatisfied with the ridicule and stare from the man.