Fatal temptation

"..."

Cheng Simu has always been one-sided, and Jiang Yiran knew that he would not be able to compete with him tonight.

He even wondered if it would be counterproductive for him to tell the whole story. On the contrary, it strengthened Cheng Simu's determination to find out everything.

Cheng Simu didn't care so much, he saw that Jiang Yiran had nothing to say, so he dragged him all the way up the arch bridge, ignoring the strange eyes of passers-by.

"Driving here?"

"Ah."

"Leave it alone. Take my car back."

Cheng Simu didn't even go back to Jiang Yiran's apartment, she just dragged herself to her own residence.

It was a small detached villa with perfect security facilities, and there were even two rows of eight bodyguards standing at the door.

It was already late at this time, and the surroundings were quiet, so Cheng Simu simply drove the car into the yard.

"arrive."

Cheng Simu said to Jiang Yiran while stopping the car, but Jiang Yiran didn't respond to him after a long time.He couldn't help but feel strange, so he turned his head to look.What he saw surprised him.

Jiang Yiran leaned on the back of the chair with his eyes half closed, his face covered with sweat and his lips turned white. He didn't know how long he had been in this state.

He hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, then supported his shoulder with one hand, and patted his cheek with the other, "Yi Ran? Yi Ran?"

Jiang Yiran seemed to have lost consciousness, his eyes were slack and he couldn't get to the bottom of it, and he didn't respond to his slapping at all.

Cheng Simu hurriedly got out of the car, walked to another place and opened the car door, trying to help Jiang Yiran out.

But when he took Jiang Yiran's hand to get his upper body out of the carriage, he fell into his arms as if he had no bones, and almost knocked him to the ground.

He managed to stabilize his figure, and when he looked down at Jiang Yiran's face again, he found that he had completely closed his eyes at some point.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he stretched out his other free hand across his arm, and hugged him horizontally.

Jiang Yiran's height and weight are at least 185 at 160, Cheng Simu still struggled to hold her, and almost let go several times.

After finally entering the living room, Cheng Simu turned on the light with the key, put Jiang Yiran on the sofa, and covered him with a blanket.

Then step aside to make a phone call.

"Come here in 10 minutes."

"..."

"I don't care what you are doing, anyway, I am in time now, if you haven't come over for more than a second, then you don't have to do it."

On the other end of the phone, "No, boss! It takes me 10 minutes to pick up a car, how do you ask me to give it to you..."

"I don't care, you figure it out yourself."

"...Who is sick? Your sweetheart?"

"..."

"Really? You got someone at home? You're awesome, boss! Hey, I'll just say..."

Cheng Simu hung up the phone with a snap.

He turned around and was about to go to the bathroom to boil some water for Jiang Yiran to wipe his face, but he saw that he was already awake, frowning, leaning on the cushion and preparing to sit up.

He hurried over to help him up, and stuffed a few soft pillows behind his back so that he could lean on the armrest of the sofa.

"how do you feel?"

Jiang Yiran rubbed his brows and looked uncomfortable, "What's wrong with me? Here?"

"You passed out in my car. This is my home."

"faint?"

"Yes, Yiran, do you still remember what happened?"

"I... don't remember... just a sudden headache, and then, I don't know anything."

"..." After hearing Jiang Yiran's words, Cheng Simu's heart suddenly became heavy. He didn't expect that Jiang Yiran's illness had reached the point where he had to be treated, but he himself didn't seem to know the specific situation.

"Don't think too much, you just have too much mental stress recently." Cheng Simu poured a glass of water over, and slowly fed it to Jiang Yiran.

"I called the family doctor and he'll be here in about five minutes. Ask him to check you up."

"Hmm." Jiang Yiran suddenly thought of a question, "You...I...how did I get in?"

"Huh?" Cheng Simu paused, but he didn't expect him to ask this, and immediately thought of teasing, "What do you think?"

"you……"

"It looks very thin, and it weighs a lot. If I walk a few more steps, my hands will probably be useless."

"..." Although he had some vague guesses, but when Cheng Simu said it, Jiang Yiran was still ashamed, his eyes drifted away, and even his ears turned red, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

His reaction amused Cheng Simu, and dispelled a lot of the haze in his heart.

"Okay, they're all old men, and you won't lose a piece of meat if you hug them. At worst, I'll let you hug them back later."

"..."

Not to mention that Jiang Yiran didn't know how to answer this sentence, even after Cheng Simu said it, he felt a little regretful.

It's too ambiguous, like flirting between lovers.

He secretly scolded himself for being too careless, such words would come out bald, and he didn't know what Jiang Yiran would think.

"Cough... have you rested yet? I'll help you upstairs."

"what?"

"You can't just sit on the sofa all the time, can you?" Cheng Simu tried to change the subject.

Fortunately, Jiang Yiran didn't pay much attention to the accident just now, he let Cheng Simu help him take off the windbreaker to reduce the burden on his body, and stood up with his strength.

He is still a little weak now, and he has to rely on Cheng Simu to barely walk.

Cheng Simu grabbed his hand with one hand and supported his waist with the other, and slowly led him to the stairs.

Jiang Yiran was very dizzy, almost like the kind of dizziness when he took a step, but he didn't let himself fall down by virtue of his willpower, and followed Cheng Simu's guidance, stepping up the steps step by step, and when he finally entered the room, he almost fell collapsed.

Cheng Simu quickly helped him to lie down on the bed, took off his shoes and lifted his legs up.

I wondered when he, Cheng Ershao, was so good at serving others, but it felt pretty good.

After the person was settled on the bed, Cheng Simu planned to go to the bathroom to get a basin of water and come back to wipe his face, but found that he helped Jiang Yiran into his own room.

Forget it, let's make do with one night.

So when a certain doctor hurried in, he saw Jiang Yiran lying on Cheng Ershao's bed sprawled and sleeping in a mess, while the serious owner of the bed, Cheng Simu, was lying on the sofa next to her with her eyes closed.

"Mr. Cheng! Isn't it! Such a treasure of your heart?"

"Keep your voice down. Show him."

"Okay, little one obeys." Gu Jiaoyang walked over lightly, put Jiang Yiran on a drip skillfully, and then sat by the bed to examine him.

"But in just a few days, how could it deteriorate like this?"

"What?"

"His memory fragmentation is getting more and more serious now, and he may experience frequent headaches, hallucinations, and even shock in the future. If possible, it is recommended to be admitted to the hospital for treatment for a period of time."

"no!"