Mr. He’s Daily Affections

Last night, although she was very sad by He Jingyao's attitude, she was still worried afterwards and went to the bathroom to have a look. Unfortunately, the door was locked and she couldn't push it open, and she didn't dare to make any big noise. If there was any movement, I had to give up.

He Bing's face changed slightly: Bathroom?

He turned around and strode over, pushing the door hard, but it couldn't be pushed open.

Master? He shouted several times, making a lot of noise, but He Jingyao didn't come to open the door.

Only then did he realize something was wrong.

He Bing immediately reported to He Yirong. He Yirong sullenly ordered several bodyguards to knock on the door, and finally got the bathroom door open. He Yirong walked in first and took a look, and found that He Jingyao was indeed inside.

He was fully dressed and leaning against the wall, his eyes slightly lowered and his face looked strangely pale.

Jingyao? Why are you staying in the bathroom so well, so late at night? He Yirong said angrily, Even if you don't want to sleep with that woman, there's no need to stay in the bathroom!

If this guy stayed in the bathroom all night, it meant that he still hadn't touched that woman.

Thinking of this, He Yirong was inevitably disappointed.

Hearing his voice, He Jingyao slowly raised his head and looked at He Yirong, his eyes looking a little deep.

Father. He said calmly, his voice hoarse and a bit sarcastic.

He Yirong looked at him and felt guilty for no reason: What's wrong with you?

After he finished speaking, he finally realized something was wrong.

He Jingyao has been motionless since he came in, and he has been leaning against the wall, as if he was supporting himself in this way...

He Yirong's expression changed, he strode towards him, and held his arm. The hot temperature made his heart sink!

Then, he stretched out his hand to explore He Jingyao's forehead. It was surprisingly hot!

He took a breath of air: Why did you get yourself so feverish!

He Jingyao twitched the corner of his mouth and said nothing. He has always been in good health and has not been sick for many years. But I took a cold shower for several hours last night...even a hard-core person couldn't bear it.

I don’t know what kind of medicine was given to me for yesterday’s midnight snack, but the effect of the medicine was a bit too strong.

He Yirong quickly supported him: Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital!

Aren't you going to keep me locked up? He smiled sarcastically.

He Yirong was angry: How long has it been, and you still say such things!

Regardless of whether He Jingyao deliberately made himself sick, in short, this matter has nothing to do with him. If Liu Minjun knew about it, he would not necessarily scold him!

What's more, he hadn't seen his son in such a weak posture for many years.

He Yirong inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.

After walking out of the study, He Jingyao suddenly said: Cell phone.

He Bing quickly turned around and prepared to look for it. At this time, the girl who had been staying quietly raised her hands timidly.

I...I picked it up next to me on the sofa. She muttered.

He Jingyao gave her a cold look and turned his attention to He Bing.

He Bing quickly took the phone from the girl's hand and handed it to He Jingyao.

After leaving the study room, the cell phone had a signal. He Jingyao slid the phone away, and countless incoming call reminders rushed in.

He Jingyao's thin lips couldn't help but tighten.

Just as he was about to check, another call came in.