The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

Wang Zichen and Xin Tiantian hurriedly escaped from the live-action stage of "The Fate of the Peach Blossom". Fortunately, it was still early in the morning, and the official opening time had not yet arrived, so there were no people in the garden.They went back to the restaurant to pick up the car and drove away without meeting anyone.

After this fright, Wang Zichen was completely sober from the wine, and at the same time broke out in a cold sweat.

He drove Xin Tiantian home, went back to the suburban villa by himself, took a shower, and fell asleep at the end.

It was a working day, An Ji saw that Wang Zichen did not go to the company abnormally and refused to answer the phone, so he went to his villa to look for him.

When they arrived at the bedroom, they saw that Wang Zichen was still sound asleep on the bed, and went to touch his forehead, the temperature was terribly hot.

Wang Zichen has always been in good health, but this time he seldom gets sick, but this time he has a serious illness, with repeated high fevers that persist for several days.

Seeing Wang Zichen's situation, An Ji thought that although Lan Xinhui and Wang Zichen were not in a good relationship, they were husband and wife after all, so he called Lan Xinhui and told her about Wang Zichen's situation.

Lan Xinhui answered the phone on the bed. She also had a serious illness. She had a bad cold and had a fever repeatedly.

An Ji hung up the phone helplessly, thinking to himself: This couple is so strange, they don't seem to have any tacit understanding at ordinary times, but when they are sick, they get sick together tacitly. Is this the rhythm of sympathy?

Hearing that Wang Zichen was also sick, Lan Xinhui called him, but he didn't answer.She didn't take it seriously, thinking that he might have taken cold medicine and fell asleep, so he couldn't answer.

When she was a little better, she struggled to get up and made porridge, and after she ate a little.Feeling stronger, he asked Qin Lao to drive her to Wang Zichen's villa and bring the porridge there.

It was the housekeeper who opened the door, saying that Wang Zichen was still lying upstairs. Lan Xinhui went up to look and saw that he seemed to be in a deep sleep. She left the porridge and left without disturbing her.

This time, Lan Xinhui went out to see the wind, and came back with a fever, and her condition, which had improved a little, got worse.

"Illness comes like a mountain, and goes away like silk." Lan Xinhui's condition worsened, and she had to linger on the bed for several days. After barely getting out of bed, it was still difficult to get well: her voice was hoarse, her nose was runny, and it took a long time It's totally fine.

The spring in the south is hot and cold, and it is a season that is easy to get sick.

When Lan Xinhui finally recovered completely, she heard that her grandmother was also sick, so she hurried back to her hometown to see her.

Lan Xinhui's grandmother had acute kidney failure after taking cold medicine last time. After she became ill this time, she refused to take medicine.Lan Xinhui tried to persuade her to take some traditional Chinese medicine.I persuaded her to go to N City with her, but she refused to go anyway, saying that she was still at home in her hometown.

After Lan Xinhui stayed in her hometown to take care of her grandmother for a few days, she hired someone to take care of her before returning to N City.

The wormwood in spring grows very well, tender and green. When she was in her hometown, Lan Xinhui only picked wormwood under the guidance of her grandmother to make mugwort rice cakes.

Before returning to N City, grandma asked her to take some with her, so she took some.

One part was given to Tan Lao Mili to eat, and the other part was sent to Wang Zichen's house.

When he rang the doorbell, it was Wang Zichen who opened the door himself.

It seems that we haven't seen each other for a long time. When we met, his first words were: "What's the matter with you? I'm going out."

"It's nothing." Lan Xinhui handed over the lunch box in her hand: "This is the mugwort rice cake I made myself, I'll bring some here for you to taste."