Did Young Master Jiang confess today?

An Xia subconsciously wanted to ask if Yan was serious.
"I'm sorry Miss Jiang, I work here..."
"My brother is really good to you. Don't you want to see him even when he's sick? Miss An, you have to be conscientious. Even if you don't like my brother, you can't do that!"
An Xia was scolded by Jiang Shengge, as if she had done something outrageous.
But it is true, Jiang Feng'an is very kind to her and Doudou, but when he is sick, she doesn't even look at him, isn't it too much?
Is it callous?Is it ungrateful to cross the river and tear down the bridge?

"Miss An, I'll stop here. If you're really determined not to see my brother, I have nothing to say."
After finishing speaking, Jiang Shengge hung up the phone.
Listening to the beeping busy tone from the phone, An Xia could only think about Jiang Shengge's words.
Well, she's cold.
Do you want to prove that you are not as indifferent as she said so you went to see Jiang Fengan?
Or is she really worried about Jiang Fengan?
Anyway, An Xia took the car keys and left the office a few minutes after the phone was hung up.
Seeing An Xia come out, Tangning asked, "Sister An Xia, do you have something to go out?"
"Yes, please give me half a day off."
"Ok."
After An Xia told Tangning, she left the company and drove to Banshan Manor.
An Xia originally thought that she would never go to Banshan Manor again in her life, but she didn't expect that it would pass again so soon.
What was even more unexpected was that she could still come and go freely in Banshan Manor.
An Xia thought that after what he had said to Jiang Fengan earlier, he should have asked the security guard not to let her in.
The housekeeper was very excited when he saw An Xia coming, as if seeing a savior.
"Miss An, you are here. Our young master refused to go to the hospital even if he said nothing. He even said that the cold is not serious. If it is not serious, what should we do if he develops pneumonia?" The housekeeper was very worried.
It turned out that the illness was real, and I didn't joke with her.
"I went up to see him, did he take his medicine? Why didn't his family doctor come over?"
"The young master didn't say anything, how dare we call the doctor over."
"Call the doctor, I'll take care of what happens."
"Oh, I'll go right away." The housekeeper hurriedly called the doctor, "Miss An, you..."
"I'll go to your young master's room by myself."
"Okay, thank you, sorry for the trouble!"
Looking at the stairs going upstairs, An Xia took a deep breath, thinking that he just came to see Jiang Feng'an and nothing else would happen.
Will not.
After completing these psychological constructions, An Xia went upstairs.
Walking on the familiar stairs, this time the mood is quite different.
Soon, An Xia walked outside Jiang Fengan's room, and gently pushed open the door.
The room was pitch black, with blackout curtains blocking all light from the outside.
An Xia turned on a small light from memory, and the warm orange light turned cold, and An Xia saw Jiang Feng'an lying on his side on the bed.
Probably sensing someone coming in, the man moved slightly and said impatiently, "Go out."
His voice is hoarse, probably caused by the fever for too long.
There is also a feeling of calmness and prestige, this person is so fierce even when he is angry.
Of course An Xia didn't go out, but walked in, and whispered to Jiang Feng'an, "You're sick, you need to see a doctor. You can't even compare to Doudou if you keep on not going to see a doctor."
Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Feng'an's eyelids slowly opened, but he felt that that cold and heartless woman would never come.

Jiang Fengan thought he was dreaming, dreaming that the woman came to see him.
Sure enough, the disease was debilitating and hallucinating.
He was in a very bad mood, closed the eyes that had just been opened, and said very impatiently: "Get lost."
He hoped that An Xia would not intrude into his sleep at this time, at least let him be a little quieter when he was sick.
After he said this sullenly, the room really quieted down, probably for a good night's sleep.
An Xia looked at Jiang Feng'an who had become extremely irritable due to illness, his usual aloofness was torn away, and the rest was violent.
Well, since Jiang Feng'an didn't want to see a doctor or get up, An Xia thought about physically cooling Jiang Feng'an.
In the past, when Doudou was sick, she was sent to the hospital. Those hospitals in foreign countries could not give the drip or not, and took some medicine and waited for the fever to subside.
An Xia felt sorry for Doudou, so she would physically cool her son down.
The method of physical cooling is still learned from my mother.
She went to the bathroom to get hot water, soaked the towels in the hot water, and prepared two, one for Jiang Fengan's forehead, and the other for wiping his sweat.
Just now An Xia saw that Jiang Fengan's dark pajamas seemed to be drenched with sweat, so he not only wanted to wipe his body, but also changed the pajamas.
An Xia came out with two towels, and saw Jiang Feng'an lying on his side with his back to her, and the other side was a little away from the bed.
An Xia put the towel on the bedside table, leaned over, and pushed Jiang Fengan's body over.
It might be because of his illness, so he didn't have much strength on his body, An Xia easily pushed him over, and the man lay flat on the bed.
It was also when the board was coming that An Xia saw that Jiang Fengan's face was covered with sweat, and the broken hair on his forehead was stuck to his forehead.
When An Xia reached out to brush his hair away, her fingertips touched Jiang Fengan's cheek, and she realized how hot he was!
Without delay, An Xia immediately took a hot towel to wipe off the sweat from Jiang Fengan's face.
When the hot towel touched his cheek, he subconsciously frowned, but it should be comfortable, so he didn't block An Xia's hand.
Of course, there was no response.
This is just right, if Jiang Fengan suddenly opened his eyes, the two of them would stare at each other, it would be really embarrassing.
Taking advantage of Jiang Fengan's eyes closed, An Xia wiped off the sweat on his face and neck, and put a hot towel on his forehead to physically cool down.
But An Xia got busy, because there was no basin in Jiang Fengan's room, so she had to go back and forth between the bathroom and the bed, wash the towel and change the towel on Jiang Fengan's forehead.
After An Xia wiped Jiang Feng'an's upper body clean, she was already so tired that there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead.
She washed the towel again and went back to the bedroom. What she saw was Jiang Fengan lying flat on the bed with her upper body exposed.
The man's strong figure was clearly revealed in front of An Xia. He was busy wiping his sweat just now, but he didn't think much about it.
Now that the pace has slowed down, An Xia's cheeks felt slightly hot in the face of such a beautiful scene.
She thought it must be because of the heat.
However, his eyes couldn't move away from Jiang Feng'an.
The tofu-like abdominal muscles, the faintly visible mermaid lines, the looming black body hair around the waist of the pajama pants...