Nan Qiao was so tired that she didn't even want to move. She was so weak even when she went up and down the stairs. If she went to the hospital again, she would probably be hospitalized.
"Do you think you're eating candy? Why did you buy two more bags? Can you eat more medicine?”She continued with a barrage of scolding. She just couldn't stand Nan Qiao's abuse of her body." Your body is yours. If you abuse it, you'll be the one suffering."”
Nan Qiao basically didn't hear what Shi Sheng was saying. There was a chaotic buzzing sound in her ears and she could hear a few words intermittently. After organizing them, she could barely make out the meaning.
"Then I'll change my clothes and wait for you."
"Mhm." Shi Sheng got up to change her clothes. Seeing that the call hadn't ended, she worriedly reminded him,"If you really don't feel well, go to bed. Don't force yourself."”
After hanging up the phone, Nan Qiao calculated the time Shi Sheng would arrive and turned the fire to the minimum before sitting down on the sofa outside to rest.
If she continued to stand there, she would probably faint again.
With someone to lean on, the tiredness came quickly and violently. In a few minutes, she fell asleep with her body tilted!
Her loose hair covered half of her face and was blown by her breath. Nan Qiao's face was burning red, and even her skin was covered in a beautiful light pink.
It was more tiring than not sleeping.
Shi Sheng was caught in a traffic jam and arrived half an hour later than expected. She pressed the doorbell several times before she heard footsteps approaching.
She heaved a sigh of relief.
The door opened, revealing Nan Qiao's haggard face that was tortured by illness.
Shi Sheng glanced at her."If you don't open the door, I'm going to call the police." She sniffed."What's burnt?"”
She had made porridge.
The porridge had been completely spoiled and turned black. Nan Qiao turned off the fire and felt even hungrier. Even the burnt smell was fragrant.
……
The hospital wasn't very close. The car passed by a breakfast shop and Shi Sheng bought her some plain porridge."Nan Qiao, take care of yourself. You're one or two years older than me. Didn't the three of us agree?" When the child gets married and we go on a trip together, you said that you would have to sit in a wheelchair. Neither Mu Zi nor I would be able to push you.”
“……”
"Don't glare at me. I'm serious. Look at you now. You're half-dead from a cold. If you really want to go on a trip, we wouldn't dare to bring you along.”
Nan Qiao ignored her. Shi Sheng talked to herself all the way to the hospital.
The doctor's face was serious." You have to get an IV drip. We'll see how it goes in three days.”
She fell asleep again during the drip. Nan Qiao was 1.65 meters tall and curled up in the chair with her long arms and legs. No matter how she looked at it, she looked uncomfortable.
In a daze, she heard Shi Sheng's voice and her sleepiness dissipated.
"Mo Beicheng, Nanqiao is your wife. She's so sick that she's lying in the hospital on an IV drip. Why aren't you taking care of her and letting an outsider like me stay here? Are you still a man?"
Nan Qiao thought that Mo Beicheng had arrived. When she opened her eyes, she realized that Shi Sheng was on the phone.
She was so agitated that she didn't notice that she was already awake.
"You, Third Young Master Mo, are someone who can cover the sky with one hand. If you don't nod your head and agree, Nan Qiao is a weak woman.”
Nan Qiao sat up."Shi Sheng."
Nan Qiao looked up at the IV bottle hanging on the wall." It's almost done. Let's go out and eat later."”
Shi Sheng responded, looking at her as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated."Nan Qiao, have you really decided to…" Under Nan Qiao's gaze, she swallowed the word 'bastard' back down."Spend the rest of your life with Mo Beicheng?"”
“……”
Live a lifetime?
She had never thought about it.
When she returned from the United States, it was all on impulse. As for the aftermath, she had never thought about it at all.
Nan Qiao didn't know how to answer. Her gaze swept to the glass bottle above." The drip is over."”
Shi Sheng knew she didn't want to talk about this, so she didn't force her.”
***
A black Mercedes-Benz G-Class stopped steadily in front of her. The car window rolled down, revealing Mo Beicheng's well-defined side profile." Get in the car."”
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