What the hell did the fiance do wrong! [Quick Transmigration]

The waiter knocked on the door politely.

Qiao Yiran suddenly woke up from the dream.

In the close distance just now, this man's sharp eyebrows and eyes softened for a moment. His dark eyes contained a bottomless gentleness and piety. Qiao Yiran was so dazzled that he didn't know what night it was.

Now Qiao Yiran's mood is very complicated: Why didn't he realize that he was such a double-standard person before?

A guy like Chu Zheng who is stubborn, determined to go his own way, and never looks back after bumping into the south wall, used to be the kind of person who drove Qiao Yiran the most:

No matter how dry Qiao Yiran's mouth is when he talks about it, even if he proposes a hundred constructive solutions, it won't stop these people's minds from getting flooded!

However, if his stubbornness, obsession, and unreservedness are all because of you, his iron-blooded tenderness, his obsession with ghosts, and his silent compromise are all only for you.

——In the face of such a grand and sincere emotion that burns everything, is it really possible to remain unmoved at all?

Qiao Yiran asked himself, and he couldn't help being shaken for a moment.

Qiao Yiran took a deep breath, withdrew his chaotic thoughts, pretended to be calm and tidied up his slightly messy collar, coughed, and finally said the words of serving steadily: "Come in. "

Waiters carrying white porcelain plates rushed in and quickly filled the small table to the brim.

Chu Zheng is indeed a president who has experienced the ups and downs of the mall. When outsiders came in, apart from a little redness at the base of his ears, he appeared very calm and steady on the surface, and even helped Qiao Yiran dismantle a crab.

Boiled fish, Maoxuewang, spicy crab...

Qiao Yiran felt a little uncomfortable, and he just buried his head in eating bitterly. After he lowered his head and took a few bites, the delicious and spicy taste stimulated his taste buds, and Qiao Yiran gradually put aside the embarrassment of the idea just now.

But as he ate and ate, the thousand-year-old ice-like air-conditioning around him seemed to be gradually weakening.

Qiao Yiran felt that there was something wrong with Chu Zheng's situation, he turned sideways secretly, and quickly glanced at Chu Zheng's expression.

At this moment, the man's originally extremely pale face had a morbid blush, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He pressed his stomach with one hand, and his expression was more gloomy than usual.

Qiao Yiran was taken aback by Chu Zheng's appearance: It seems that this pervert is feeling very uncomfortable now.

Qiao Yiran took a deep breath, and carefully touched his forehead: "Uh...Chu Zheng, are you feeling unwell?"

As soon as Qiao Yiran's cool fingers touched Chu Zheng's forehead, the man let out a comfortable sigh.

The skin that Qiao Yiran touched under his hands was hot, with a scorching temperature.

His heart sank immediately.

Qiao Yiran also has some experience in dealing with such emergencies. He quickly asked the waiter to bring a glass of warm water, and asked the concierge at the front desk to help call a car.

Qiao Yiran didn't know the specific condition of Chu Zheng, he gently rubbed Chu Zheng's abdomen, trying to relieve his pain: "Are you feeling better? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

Chu Zheng seemed to be tormented by the sudden stomach pain, so he nodded obediently.

Qiao Yiran easily lifted the man who had almost no strength to move, and stuffed him into the back seat of the car that was already waiting downstairs.

Chu Zheng's situation is not good, Qiao Yiran spoke quickly: "Master, please go to Haicheng No.1 People's Hospital."

"okay!"

After Qiao Yiran reported the address of the hospital, he obviously felt the people around him twitch. He silently adjusted his position, put Chu Zheng's head on his lap, and then gently massaged the other person's acupuncture points , trying to ease the pain a little.

This slender man's eyes were closed tightly, and cold sweat came out one by one on his forehead. Qiao Yiran sighed softly, and gently held his slender and cold fingers.

Chu Zheng only felt that the sudden colic took away all his sanity, and his whole body seemed to be struggling up and down in the vast ocean.

Qiao Yiran's unusual gentleness and consideration made Chu Zheng's heart so soft.

Before losing consciousness, the last thought flashed silently in this paranoid guy: Maybe, I should really give him some time.

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The walls of the hospital were whitewashed, and the corridors smelled of disinfectant.

Qiao Yiran was sitting in front of Chu Zheng's hospital bed, a little dazed when faced with Chu Zheng's secretary's questioning.

The young Secretary Zhao wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a silver-gray suit and a silver laptop that he carried with him, making him look like an elite. At this moment, the secretary turned into a chatterbox, and caught Qiao Yiran and said Non-stop: "When Mr. Chu was in the company, he often worked overtime to catch up with the project. His stomach has always been bad, and you even took him to eat spicy food!"

Qiao Yiran started to explain without confidence: "No, I didn't know his stomach problem was so serious..."

Secretary Zhao glared at Qiao Yiran with a look of "you scumbag", and said heartbrokenly, "Isn't Mr. Chu treating you heart and soul enough? Do you still have any conscience?"

Qiao Yiran was now wearing the shell of a scumbag, and he couldn't explain it to Secretary Zhao, so he could only touch his nose in embarrassment.

With the assistance of Chu Zheng's personal secretary, Qiao Yiran quickly completed all the procedures in the hospital.

Secretary Zhao swiftly handled the hospitalization procedures of his boss, and sneered at Qiao Yiran's request that he wanted to leave: "Young Master Qiao, you are President Chu's fiancé after all, and now that President Chu is in this situation, you go home and sleep alone." Dajue...isn't this inappropriate?"

The little nurse next to her heard that there was still such a relationship between these two people, so she couldn't help turning her head to look at Qiao Yiran: Bah!This guy looks like a dog, but I didn't expect to be such a scumbag!

The head nurse who was not young also gave Qiao Yiran a speechless look, and warned earnestly: "You young people, you really don't care enough about your relationship. Since he is already your fiancé, you should Take responsibility."

Qiao Yiran was surrounded by the eyes of the people around him looking at the heartbroken man, and he couldn't argue with anything, so he bit the bullet and agreed to stay in the hospital to accompany the bed.

After the nurse left, the single ward became quiet again. The liquid in the infusion bottle hanging on the iron frame decreased bit by bit, and the transparent medicinal liquid quietly and slowly poured into the vein on the back of Chu Zheng's hand.

Qiao Yiran sat beside him with his head propped up in boredom, counting the liquid that dripped down from the dropper adjustment of the infusion set.

Chu Zheng, who fell asleep, lost the usual gloomy pressure. His eyes were closed tightly, his brows were stretched, and there was still a bit of childishness on his face.His hands were neatly placed by his side, and his whole person looked harmless without all the sharp thorns.

By coincidence, Qiao Yiran couldn't help reaching out to caress his thin lips—it was the softness in his memory.

This pale young man lay non-aggressively under the snow-white quilt on the hospital bed. His eyebrows and eyes were very good, and he was as handsome as a peerless painting hanging in a medieval castle. People couldn't help but soften their hearts and couldn't bear to be disturbed .

Qiao Yiran sighed secretly: Although I haven't known him for a long time, but I saw this man's expression always had a certain gloomy and gloomy expression, like returning to a damp room covered with moss in the southern sky, the feeling of depression is always with you.

Only at this time, this man will look like a young man who has just passed his 28th birthday - just in time, still childish.

As the night outside the window was getting darker, the doctor had come over to change the potion twice, and Chu Zheng's pale face gradually eased.

Qiao Yiran stretched out his hand to touch Chu Zheng's forehead, and it was no longer the scalding temperature when he was eating.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, Chu Zheng under his hand suddenly opened his eyes.

The four eyes met, and the two of them were a little embarrassed.

Qiao withdrew his hand with a burning desire to hide it: "I just want to see if you still have a fever."

Once Chu Zheng woke up, the sharp and aggressive aura immediately returned to him, making Qiao Yiran secretly sigh in his heart: Sure enough, a pervert is still a pervert. Just now, he looked so weak that he was dying. When you wake up, you will be resurrected in place with full blood.

Qiao Yiran saw that Chu Zheng had regained his sobriety, and felt that his task was almost completed: "Since you are awake, then I will go back."

Today, Qiao Yiran was physically and mentally exhausted after spending most of the day with Chu Zheng, and he just wanted to go back and take a hot bath to rest.

Chu Zheng's mind hasn't turned around yet, he just frowned instinctively: "Go back? Why go back?"

Qiao Yiran took it for granted: "You are already awake, why am I still here? It's getting late, I have to go back to sleep."

Chu Zheng's complexion darkened visibly with the naked eye, his sticky eyes continued to stick together, like water vapor that could not be wrung out on a rainy day, Qiao Yiran felt pressured: "Don't go back."

Qiao Yiran felt that he couldn't make sense with this pervert, so he stopped trying to persuade Chu Zheng, stood up and prepared to leave: "Isn't it unreasonable for you to do this? It's been a hard day, and you don't even feel sleepy." Let people sleep."

After all, Qiao Yiran flicked his wrist that was a little numb from keeping the same posture for too long, and was about to open the door of the single ward.

Chu Zheng watched the man turn around without hesitation, and the grievance in his heart suddenly came to his head.

Perhaps it was the illness that made it difficult for him to control his emotions as usual, or perhaps it was the unusual gentleness of the other party that made him unable to restrain his extravagant hopes. An impulse surged up from nowhere, and Chu Zheng's actions were faster than his thoughts. One step faster.

Qiao Yiran had just taken two steps towards the door, and immediately felt someone entangled behind him like an octopus. The other person rested his chin on his shoulder, and his arms were tightly clasped around his waist like iron hoops. , making him unable to leave even if he wanted to.

Qiao Yiran had no choice but to turn around: "What are you doing?"

Chu Zheng moved too much and pulled the infusion stand next to the bed. The transparent infusion hose began to be stained with a dark red color due to back blood, but he didn't care, and just repeated the sentence stubbornly: "No! go back."

Qiao Yiran noticed that his infusion tube started to return blood, and he helped his forehead helplessly.Not wanting to use force on the patient, Qiao Yiran had no choice but to persuade him kindly: "Your movement like this will affect the infusion, go back and lie down first, okay?"

Chu Zheng was unmoved at all, as if it wasn't his own hand that was bleeding at all. He couldn't feel any pain at all, and he just repeated stubbornly: "Don't go back."

Qiao Yiran lost his temper because of this pervert.

Seeing that Qiao Yiran didn't react at all, Chu Zheng subconsciously pressed closer to him, his arms tightened, like a drowning person hugging the last driftwood.

Getting up suddenly just now made Chu Zheng a little dizzy, but he couldn't think of anything, he just wanted to confirm one thing: "Don't go."

After a pause, Chu Zheng's voice lowered, showing a rare fragility of being overwhelmed: "I beg you, stay with me."

The voice was low and weak, as thin as a gnat, but to Qiao Yiran's ears it sounded like thunder on the ground: such a weak tone was hardly something that a domineering, stubborn and powerful person like Chu Zheng could say.

Inexplicably, Qiao Yiran felt as if his heart had been slightly stung by something, and it suddenly became sore and soft.