Wei Yan was sneezing and crying, looking very haggard.

When Leng Yeting looked over, she hit him two more times.

Ji Liang and Leng Wuyou were both frightened. Leng Yeting ran over quickly, his long legs immediately in front of them: "Yan Yan?"

Wei Yan looked at Leng Wuyou as if asking for help.

Leng Wuyou realized that Wei Yan was not really sick, but was trying to sneeze to cover up the traces of crying on her face.

Leng Wuyou said: "Sister Yan Yan was frightened when she went out today. It seemed that the air conditioner was blown out again in the mall this afternoon. Sister Yan Yan, let's go inside first."

Ji Liang was shocked and at the same time blamed herself and was very upset. How come she didn't notice it at all?

Leng Yeting placed his big palm on Wei Yan's forehead. He could not feel the temperature for the moment, but seeing her eyes red and filled with tears, Leng Yeting felt indescribably distressed.

Wei Yan threw herself directly into his arms, and for the first time in her life, she allowed herself to "sell miserably" unscrupulously.

"Go inside first, don't cry." Leng Yeting lowered his head and gently wiped away the tears on Wei Yan's face with his fingers.

Wei Yan cried and nodded: "Yes!"

After entering the house, Ji Liang hurriedly ran to pour some warm water, while Leng Wuyou stayed behind to act with Wei Yan.

Wei Yan continued to pretend to be sick while carefully observing Leng Yeting.

Seeing that he was in good spirits, Wei Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

But she opened her mouth several times to ask what happened to Leng Yeting's phone and why Song Zhi had turned it off, but she held it back.

Now that he was safely by her side, she could completely put aside her depression and ask Song Zhi directly.

Leng Yeting clearly felt that something was wrong with her mood, so he took the warm water from Ji Liang and put it to Wei Yan's lips.

Wei Yan took it, calmed down, and looked at Leng Wuyou: "Wouyou, you have to leave tomorrow. You can go and rest first. I don't have a big problem."

Leng Wuyou's flight tomorrow is indeed very early, but now she can't worry about Wei Yan: "Sister Yan Yan, if I don't... I won't go."

"I've been preparing for it for so long, why not go."

Leng Wuyouyou said sadly: "I think you also need me to stay..."

Although Wei Yan is not really catching a cold now, from Leng Wuyou's point of view, what she is currently experiencing is more serious psychological suffering than catching a cold.

Ji Liang sat down on the single sofa and said, "Wuyou, have you forgotten that you still have me? At worst, I will sleep in the room you left after you leave. I will stay here with Yanyan every day."

Wei Yan said: "Well, Wuyou, I don't need you to do anything for me. There are many people around me who can take care of me. You have been arranging your plans for so long. Don't give up now."

Leng Wuyou was still reluctant to leave. Wei Yan looked at Ji Liang: "Ji Liang, you accompany Wuyou up first. I'll sit down for a while and then go back to the room to sleep."

Ji Liang nodded: "Okay."

Leng Yeting was by Wei Yan's side. Ji Liang had nothing to worry about anymore, so she went over and took Leng Wuyou's hand: "Let's go, Wuyou, apply some medicine with me."

The fight she had with Ye Qingyin today will definitely leave many bruises on her body tomorrow.

Not long after they left, Wei Yan pretended to sneeze a few more times, with a bright smile on her face, and said to Leng Yeting: "I'm going to check on Dian Dian. I called home before and the nanny said he was very tired from playing football today. , go to sleep first."

Leng Yeting said nothing and looked at her deeply with his dark eyes.

Wei Yan blinked: "Huh?"

Leng Yeting suddenly leaned forward and raised his hand to hug Wei Yan into his arms.

The familiar and warm breath hugged Wei Yan instantly. Wei Yan's body felt a little cold and she sank into his arms.

"Leng Yeting?" Wei Yan whispered.

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