The domineering president goes on a blind date

"Hello?" An unfamiliar number.

"Sister-in-law, please come to the hospital quickly! Anhe has a stomachache and was taken away by ambulance." In fact, Li Anhe just had a stomachache and went to the hospital by himself.

"What? I'll be there right now." Tong Nuanwan looked at Tong Nuanchen, "Sister, let's arrange a job for Xinyan after I come back. Don't decide yet."

Tong Nuanwan gave a wink, and Tong Nuanchen understood what he meant. After all, it is easier to invite a god than to send him away.

Tong Nuanwan took a taxi and went straight to Beicheng People's Hospital.

When we arrived, Li Anhe had just changed another bottle of IV.

"How did you come?"

"It seems that your colleague called me and told me that you were not feeling well."

It must be An Xiangbei. He is the only one who has so much work and yet is so idle.

Mr. Li, I'm waiting to see the gossip! Don't let me down.

Li Anhe coughed lightly. When he went to eat with them, he mistook the spicy dishes for Tong Nuanwan and ate them all. He didn't eat spicy food much, and his stomach couldn't stand it at all. He went straight to the hospital.

"Why do you have a stomachache for no reason? Is it an old problem of yours, or did you eat something bad?"

"You saw the wrong thing."

Tong Nuanwan didn't understand and had a puzzled expression on her face.

"There was something I thought was bad, so I ate it."

"It's all spoiled, why are you still eating it? Even if you don't understand it, you shouldn't eat it!"

Tong Nuanwan took a look at the drip.

"How many bottles are left?"

"One bottle."

"Then you've lost. You are..." Tong Nuanwan pointed at herself.

Li Anhe pretended not to understand.

"Going to the company? Working?" Tong Nuanwan asked tentatively.

Li Anhe nodded.

"You are already sick, take a day off! I will make a lot of medicinal food for nourishing the stomach, you should nourish your stomach. Stomach disease is a disease of the rich. Once you have it, you can only take care of it, not cure it."

Li Anhe didn't say anything.

If you don't tell me to go home, I won't go back.

"My mom can do it, let her do it!"

"Well, we're married now. Isn't it a bit bad to let mom take care of you all day? Besides, we agreed before we got married that you should let me take care of you! After the infusion is finished, we can go home and take care of you!"

"Where are you going back?"

"Of course it's Jiangnan Courtyard, our home."

"Okay!" Li Anhe's face remained indifferent, but he was already overjoyed in his heart.

Tong Nuanwan watched over him, sitting quietly beside him.

"Nurse, is this the ward?" There was a chaotic voice coming from outside the door, as if someone wanted to visit the patient.

Tong Nuanwan stood up and walked out.

"Zi Han? Why are you here?"

Xia Zihan? Why is he here? Has he seen me?

Li Anhe pulled up the quilt and wrapped himself in it.

"My sister said you were in the hospital. I thought you were sick, so I came to see you."

Xia Zixi said that Mr. Li was sick and Tong Nuanwan was taking care of him in the hospital.

When Xia Zihan thought about the opportunity to meet Mr. Li, he pretended not to understand and came over directly.

"It's not me, it's my husband. It's nothing serious. We'll go back after the drip is finished."

"I was so scared, I thought it was you! Wanwan, don't be so scary." Xia Zihan deliberately shouted very loudly to ensure that Mr. Li in the ward could hear it.

"Maybe I didn't explain it clearly." Tong Nuanwan had no doubt about Xia Zihan's purpose, "Come in and sit down!"

As soon as Tong Nuanwan walked in, she saw a white spot on the bed, which made her eyebrows twitch.

"Anhe, Zihan is here."

"Don't bother me, I'm sleepy."

I feel sleepy after just a few minutes.

"It's okay, Wanwan, let's talk for a while!"

"Row."

Xia Zihan handed the crayfish he brought to Tong Nuanwan.

"Mr. Li has a bad stomach, he can eat this."

"I bought it for you." Xia Zihan's tone was doting and ambiguous, which made Tong Nuanwan feel a little uncomfortable, but she was still willing to believe that she was overthinking it.