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Night fell.

The entrance of Qiu's Manor.

Crunch!

A Maybach car, whizzed to a stop!

The door of the villa slowly opened.

Jiang Qingyuan had a complicated expression on her face, and walked in limpingly.

This is the third time I have stepped into this villa.

Every mood.

It seems that all are different.

"You, sleep in the guest room upstairs."

Leaving a faint word, Chen Zongheng swallowed cigarettes and walked slowly upstairs.

Looking at the back.

Jiang Qingyuan sighed lightly.

The action tonight seems to be...a bit overdone.

It seems.

It seemed to be forcing Chen Zongheng.

However, these are all her truest thoughts.

Hold back for a long time.

Today, it's like a volcanic eruption.

Broke out!

can only say…

It is very rare for a woman to remain rational forever.

...

upstairs.

In the room.

With a click, the lights come on.

Jiang Qingyuan pushed the door and entered, with a trace of surprise on her pretty face.

Here, it seems to be cleaned up often.

in the air.

There is no moldy smell either.

but…

The quilt on the bed, the sheets.

It's all summer.

Now it is late autumn and the temperature keeps dropping.

And at night.

It's the coldest time of the day.

Jiang Qingyu hesitated and stepped into the room slowly.

She has practiced martial arts since she was a child and has excellent physique.

Even this kind of weather.

Forbearance, it will pass.

...

Two o'clock in the morning.

In the room.

Jiang Qingyuan on the bed groaned low at the moment and slowly opened his eyes.

In her eyes.

Bloodshot!

However, at the moment.

In Jiang Qingyu's mind, intense pain continued to surge...! !

It's like a needle stick!

"Well…"

She struggled and tried to sit up.

However, the body just moved.

Jiang Qingyu's eyes suddenly went black!

In mind.

It's groggy!

It's like... stuffed with paste!

Yesterday, after soaking in the river water for a long time, I was frightened and caught cold...

And it's still in this weather.

Coupled with low temperature.

This is a cold and fever!

But it's not just fever.

Jiang Qingyuan's pretty face condensed, her eyebrows frowned, and she bit her lower lip tightly!

Severe pain.

From the lower abdomen...! !

The pain of the trembling soul, madly washing every nerve of the body!

Cold, plus dysmenorrhea...

For a moment, Jiang Qingyu felt aggrieved, and even had an urge to cry...

Fortune Wushuang comes, misfortune never comes singly...

now.

She struggled and tried to stand up.

Going downstairs to find if there is hot water.

However, it hasn't taken a step yet.

thump!

Jiang Qingyuan slapped her feet and fell to the ground hard!

hiss…! !

She sucked in a sudden breath.

The pretty face turned pale instantly!

Inside the room, it was dark.

Jiang Qingyu didn't get up for a long time.

I don't know when.

She curled up, as if this way, it could ease the pain...

However, the pain became more and more violent.

Crazy scouring the nerves!

Inside the room.

There was a soft sob.

Jiang Qingyuan's eyes were red, tears pattered and dripped.

It seems all emotions.

It broke out completely at this moment.

Grieved, frustrated.

Fear, panic...

Jiang Qingyuan curled up on the ground, and the sound of sad sobbing kept ringing in the guest room.

now.

Click.

The door opened gently.

Chen Zongheng's figure appeared at the door.

He frowned at this scene and said coldly: "Have you broken your leg?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu was silent for a moment, her voice was low, "Stomach hurts... and she has a fever."

now.

She wished to find a place to sew in.

His face was hot.

Let Chen Zongheng see such a weak scene...

It's ashamed to the extreme!

Doorway.

Chen Zong's figure gradually disappeared.

However, at the moment.

Jiang Qingyuan gritted her teeth, struggled to stand up, and returned to the bed.

suddenly.

Her pretty face condensed suddenly.

It seemed...

On... No clothes on?

When she woke up from the pain, Jiang Qingyuan's mind was in confusion.

Didn't even find...

Own, did you take off your clothes and go to sleep?

This…! !

Huh!

Jiang Qingyuan's pretty face was completely red!

Just now, the room was so dark.

The lights have not been turned on yet.

Chen Zongheng should... haven't seen it, right?

However, at this moment.

Outside.

Chen Zongheng's faint voice sounded.

"Clothes, are you wearing them?"

"I'm going in."

Huh!

Jiang Qingyuan's pretty face was completely red!

"... Come in."

There was a crunch.

The door was slightly pushed open.

Bed.

Jiang Qingyuan was wrapped in a thin quilt, with a weak expression on her pretty face, leaning against the head of the bed.

However, at the moment.

In Chen Zongheng's hands, impressively... he was holding a cup of hot tea!

In the other hand, there are boxes of cold medicine.

Jiang Qingyuan's beautiful eyes are reddened, her expression is complex, her voice is very low, "Thank you..."

"No need."

Chen Zongheng calmly put down the hot tea, turned and left.

In the room.

Quiet was restored.

Holding up the cup of hot tea beside the bed, Jiang Qingyu was taken aback again.

This…! !

Is it a cup of brown sugar hot tea?

It seems to grow up.

When suffering from dysmenorrhea, Chen Zongheng was the first man... to serve her a cup of hot tea.

For a time.

Jiang Qingyuan was in a daze.

at this time.

Patter.

The door opened again.

Wow!

Chen Zongheng directly threw a quilt over!

now.

It is already three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Qingyuan had a complicated expression on her face, drank the brown sugar tea and swallowed the pills.

Then, got into the bed.

The feeling of pain.

It seems that a lot has been relieved.

in the dark.

She condensed her beautiful eyes, turned her head and looked out the window, with a slight smile on her lips.

...

The next day.

When Jiang Qingyu woke up, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.

Pain all over the body.

It seems that all has eased a lot.

Just went downstairs.

She ran into Chen Zongheng, who was about to leave.

"Mr. Chen, thank you for your care last night."

Jiang Qingyuan beckoned and said hello, and said with a slight smile: "That cup of hot brown sugar tea tastes very good."

"Let's go."

Chen Zongheng looked indifferent and slowly stepped out of the villa door.

However, at the moment.

Qiu's Manor, at the door.

The Qiu Yiren who opened the door suddenly condensed her beautiful eyes, staring at this scene in astonishment!

Opposite the entrance of the villa.

Behind Mr. Chen, unexpectedly... followed a woman? !

Moreover, it seems familiar!

When the woman came out.

Qiu Yi can see clearly...

This is Jiang Qingyu...! !

For an instant.

Qiu Yiren was completely stunned!

My heart is like knocking over a jar of vinegar, very sour!

last night…

What happened to these two people?

In mind.

With the emergence of countless pictures...

Qiu Yiren gradually clenched his fists, and his heart surged with anger!

quickly.

A Maserati roared in.

Picked up Jiang Qingyu.

However, at the moment.

Chen Zongheng was wearing a black suit, his expression was calm, and he walked slowly.

Immediately afterwards.

He was stopped by the Qiu Yiren at the door, raising his hand.

now.

She suppressed her anger and said slowly: "Mr. Chen, can you explain why... Jiang Qingyuan is in your house?"

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