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Shen Zhao didn't know when she fell asleep, her consciousness was fluctuating, her headache was about to split, her whole head hurt like it was about to explode, she had no strength in her body, and she couldn't even lift her eyelids.

Song Ling left the villa early in the morning and drove to the company.

On the way, I received a call from my assistant Ji Mingshu.

Song Ling pressed the earphone on her right ear, her voice was slightly hoarse: "Hello."

Ji Mingshu: "Boss, do you still need me to pick up Miss Shen to the hospital today?"

Song Ling blinked her eyes lightly, and said softly: "No need, she was tired from tossing around yesterday, let her have a good sleep."

Ji Mingshu was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to say yes after hearing what the boss said.

After a whole night of tossing... There seems to be something else in the words, but as a private secretary, she should know what the boss is thinking all the time, so that she can handle things better for her.

But she didn't understand this sentence. She didn't know what kind of thoughts the boss had in mind for such a substitute.

The whole day and night yesterday, maybe the boss didn't notice it, but as a bystander, she could see that the time and energy the boss spent on Shen Zhao was far beyond what it should have been.

The company has recently expanded its entertainment business and acquired several brokerage companies. The app activity of the Moscow Aurora Tour last time was promoted and developed by one of the companies.

Therefore, Song Ling needs to hold many meetings every day.

As soon as you arrive at the company in the morning, process the documents that need to be signed the day before and the day, so as to distribute the task workload.Afterwards, there were meetings of various departments. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to eat lunch. It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that she asked Ji Mingshu to bring the meal.

Ji Mingshu was carrying the lunch box, standing at the door of the office and knocking on the door. After a voice came from inside, Ji Mingshu opened the door and went in.

The weather was cooling down gradually, but the heating was turned on in the office building, so Song Ling only wore a warm white silk shirt with a lotus leaf-shaped neckline, which looked playful and delicate.

Ji Mingshu glanced lightly at the boss who was sitting there processing the documents. The boss's clothing was always good, but his dressing style was not fixed. There was a bright red dress that was full of aura, and there was also this little playful style at the moment.

Just like the style of dressing, in fact, sometimes, even if she is close to each other, she can't figure out what the boss is really thinking.

Song Ling sat there, signed the last document, picked up the cap of the pen and put on the pen, looked up and saw Ji Mingshu coming with a lunch box, she sorted out the documents on the table, moved a place, and asked casually Sentence: "Did she call you today?"

Ji Mingshu was taken aback, and realized who the "she" the boss referred to was.

All day today, she was busy distributing documents, preparing meeting materials, and notifying various departments of trivial matters, and she didn't even think about Shen Zhao.

But Shen Zhao didn't call her all day today.

Ji Mingshu shook his head and said, "No."

Song Ling was stunned for a moment, she looked at the time, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

She asked again, "Where is the hospital?"

"Over there at the hospital, Dr. Chen is on duty. I called at noon to inquire about the situation. I didn't hear Dr. Chen mention it, so I probably didn't go there."

Song Ling paused the hand holding the chopsticks, and whispered softly: "Did you sleep all day?"

Ji Mingshu stood beside him without opening his mouth.

There was no one in the villa except Shen Zhao, Song Ling was a little worried, she raised her head and said to Ji Mingshu, "Go back and have a look."

Ji Mingshu nodded and said yes, "I'll go and have a look now."

Ji Mingshu left the office, drove out of the garage, and went back to the villa.

Because it is usually necessary to carry things, Song Ling's villa key is also given to Ji Mingshu.

Ji Mingshu drove to the door of the villa, took the key to open the door and entered the house, and saw the shoes at the door.

——Probably because he didn't go out at home.

Ji Mingshu went up to the second floor again, and finally saw Shen Zhao's figure on the bed in the master bedroom, wearing only a silk nightgown, revealing two long white and slender legs.

The heating was turned on in the space, the temperature was a little high, and the quilt was kicked under the bed. Ji Mingshu lowered his eyes, walked over and bent down to pick up the quilt, fearing that she would catch a cold, so he wanted to cover her up.

His fingers accidentally touched her chin, which was astonishingly hot.

Ji Mingshu frowned, and quickly raised his hand to wipe her forehead, only then did he see the person on the bed, his cheeks were flushed, his lips were chapped and peeled, and even his breathing was hot.

She has a fever.

"Miss Shen, Miss Shen—" Ji Mingshu called her worriedly, but after calling her many times in a row, she still didn't seem to wake up.

In desperation, Ji Mingshu casually picked up the coat next to her, put it on for her, helped her downstairs, and prepared to take her to the hospital.

While driving, she also called the boss.

So after Ji Mingshu brought Shen Zhao to the hospital, Song Ling almost arrived behind him.

Song Ling looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Ji Mingshu said truthfully: "Maybe it was rained yesterday and she had a fever, but I don't know how long the fever lasted. When I went, she was unconscious."

Song Ling frowned, feeling a little unhappy in her heart.

She looked up at the person lying on the bed, who was wearing a fever-reducing drip on the back of her hand.

If she hadn't asked someone to go back, she would probably be burned to death at home when she went back at night.

She was also careless, she was drenched in so much rain yesterday, was drunk again, and took a cold shower, on such a day, if she didn't get sick, she would probably be an iron man.

Song Ling raised her feet and walked over. There was only one bed in the ward. She stood by the bed, took a deep breath, and said, "You go back first. All the materials for the meeting on the table should be sent to the managers of each department first. Summarize the problems and report to me on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Ji Mingshu nodded and said yes, there is a high probability that the meeting this afternoon will fail again.

The boss, who has always been called a model worker, rarely ignores the company's affairs like this. Since going to Russia, there seem to be more and more exceptions like this.

Ji Mingshu left, and only Shen Zhao and Song Ling were left in the ward.

Song Ling looked down at the person on the bed, raised her hand to wipe the temperature on her forehead, it was terribly hot.

She looked again at the fever-reducing IV drip hanging on the top of the eye bed. The drip was very slow, so she adjusted it a little.

The two bottles of hanging water hung on until seven o'clock in the evening, and the nurse in the middle came to take his temperature several times. It was not until nearly ten o'clock in the night that Shen Zhao's fever subsided.

It's just that the fever lasted for a long time, and the person has not woken up, and is still asleep.

Song Ling sat by the bed, and asked Ji Mingshu to bring the notebook over in the afternoon. She sat there, busy with work, while watching over the people beside the bed.

In the middle of the night, Song Ling finished her work and turned off the computer. She got up and walked to the bed, and wiped the temperature on Shen Zhao's forehead. It was already normal.

Song Ling saw that the corners of her lips were dry and chapped with a layer of white skin, she went to pour another glass of warm water, asked the nurse for a cotton swab, and carefully moistened her lips bit by bit.

The movement is very light, and it has been tossing for half an hour.

The person on the bed slowly woke up, Shen Zhao opened his eyes, and that exquisite and beautiful face was right in front of her eyes, she missed two beats in her heart, and it took a while to realize that the person in front of her was Song Ling.

Xu Shi's consciousness was still floating, she stared at the person in front of her for a long while without blinking her eyes.

Seeing that she woke up, Song Ling looked straight at her, and deliberately joked in a cold voice: "Why, I haven't seen her for a day, so I don't recognize her?"

Shen Zhao blinked her eyes twice to relieve the soreness in her eye sockets, her throat was a little sore, and her lips were wet, she subconsciously licked them.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her movement, got up and turned to pour water.

Holding a water glass in her hand, Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, helped Shen Zhao up from the back with the other hand, and passed the water glass in her hand.

Shen Zhao's brain was burnt to a pulp, and he only instinctively longed for water. He lowered his head and looked at the water glass handed over to him, and drank it up in two gulps.

Seeing her wolfing down, Song Ling curled her lips into a smile, turned around and poured another glass. After going back and forth several times, Shen Zhao drank a total of five or six glasses of water.

In the end, Song Ling didn't pour it for her, and said softly, "You can't drink too much all at once, take it easy."

Shen Zhao blinked her eyes, her eyes were wet, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, both of them were stunned for a moment. The sudden thank you, which had always been tense in the past, seemed extraordinarily abrupt.

Song Ling put the empty cup in her hand on the bedside, looked at her and said, "I don't feel well, do you want to make a phone call?"

The volume in her voice was raised a little unconsciously, with a slight annoyance that she didn't even notice.

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes, maybe he had no strength, and his voice was soft, like a cat, he said softly, "I thought I would be fine after a night of sleep."

"What do you think?" Song Ling sneered, "what do you think? You think there are too many things! You are an adult, you are not feeling well, and there is no one at home. Even if you don't want to talk to me, you should talk to Ji Mingshu A phone call, if I hadn't asked someone to go back, you might have died! Don't take it for granted, what you think may be wrong."

Song Ling was so angry that it was frightening. There was no reason for it, and Shen Zhao felt scared by her unpredictable temperament.

She lowered her head, looked at the quilt on her body lightly, and murmured: "Yeah, what I thought was all wrong. I thought before that I and Si'er would not break up."

Song Ling was slightly stunned, and when she heard her say such a sentence viciously, the atmosphere fell to a low point for a while.

She drooped her eyes and said nothing. For two whole days, she spent all her time, energy and thoughts on her, leaving a lot of things in the company unattended. Lukewarm sarcasm.

Song Ling felt that she was crazy, and she suddenly thought, why should she care about a substitute and waste time and emotion on her.

Song Ling got up, and neither of them spoke again.

It's kind of like a cold war.

She picked up the glass on the table, turned around and walked to the next table, poured out a glass of water angrily, raised her head and drank it in one gulp.

There was the sound of stools rubbing against each other behind her. Song Ling turned her head and saw the person on the bed sitting up, and was about to get out of bed weakly.

Song Ling was completely angry. She walked over and grabbed her, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you going to do again? Can you calm down?"

Shen Zhao was also angry, and she looked up at her viciously: "Is it wrong for me to go to the toilet?!"

Song Ling said silently, knowing that her tone and attitude were a bit tough, looking at her angry face, she put her arms around her waist, her voice slowed down, and said, "I'll help you go."

Shen Zhao thrust his elbow back vigorously, pushed away her outstretched hand, and said coldly, "You don't need to help me."

After finishing speaking, he got out of bed slowly, and walked into the bathroom alone slowly.

Song Ling looked at her back, and followed behind worryingly, all the way to the bathroom door.

A few minutes later, Shen Zhao came out of the bathroom, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the person standing at the door. She raised her eyes to look at her, "What are you doing standing here?"

Song Ling saw that two of her three sentences were filled with gunpowder, she felt restless, and said coldly, "I'm afraid you'll faint in it."

"..."

Song Ling didn't allow her to refuse, she hugged her waist and helped her to the bedside.

Someone knocked on the door outside. Before Song Ling could say to come in, the man walked in with a smile in his voice: "I said, there is a reason why I saw Mingshu's car downstairs at night."

Song Ling helped Shen Zhao to lie down, before she straightened up, she heard a familiar voice at the door, frowned, looked at Meng Yunan and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Meng Yunan smiled, and turned his gaze to Shen Zhao who was on the bed. When he caught a glimpse of those eyebrows, he froze for a moment, and then looked at Song Ling next to him, as if he understood the relationship all at once.

"I'm not here to look for you." Meng Yunan walked over, looked at Shen Zhao with a smile, and asked lightly, "Is it Shen Zhao?"