Airborne hot search!Dressed as a villain, I became popular

Chapter 242

Meng Yao is not obsessed with cleanliness, but seeing her brand new and clean shoes being stained black inch by inch, this kind of impression is really not good.

At the same time, another gust of cold wind poured into his neck.

Meng Yao regretted more and more, she should have been hiding in the hotel as a quail if she knew earlier.

Xia Yansen followed closely behind, and suddenly he wailed: "Meng Yao, you splashed all the dirty water on my shoes! My salary this month has been spent too much, and I don't have any spare money to order another pair!"

Meng Yao shivered coldly: "Aren't you the second generation rich?"

"I'm... rich... It's useless to be rich for several generations. Who made me meet a penny-pinching father? He expects me to learn my skills and start from scratch! Which rich second generation have you ever seen be so useless?"

Xia Yansen thought about it again: "Actually, I have been rich for five generations..."

Meng Yao, who was used to being a dick, sighed casually: "It's really good."

Rong Yan suddenly stopped.

Meng Yao asked, "What's wrong?"

The rosiness on Meng Yao's cheeks had faded, her pale cheeks lined with her increasingly red lips, she was still trembling slightly.

"You're cold." He said affirmatively.

"It's not bad." Meng Yao thought that she had never experienced any hardships, but this was really nothing.

The original owner's physique is too weak. If she had the body tempered in her previous life, she might be able to carry five bags of rice up to the sixth floor without any problem!
Rong Yan's eyebrows were furrowed fiercely, he suddenly took off his already soaked coat, and then threw it on the ground.

Xia Yansen exclaimed, and hurriedly fished it out of the puddle: "Brother Rong, you are a prodigal! How can you throw away the good clothes?"

Meng Yao was also thinking about Rong Yan's intention in doing so, when suddenly she felt a strong sense of weightlessness.

She subconsciously put her arms around Rong Yan's neck.

It was the first time in her life that she was hugged by a princess, and Meng Yao felt a strong discomfort.

Usually, when he was dying, he was dragged or carried by his allies, but this was the first time he was hugged like this.

Unaccustomed mixed with a bit of novelty.

Without the barrier of wet and cold clothes, Meng Yao could clearly feel his dry and hot embrace, like a scorching stove filled with charcoal, continuously sending heat to the surroundings.

The coldness around her was dissipated, and Meng Yao subconsciously burrowed into Rong Yan's arms to absorb the heat she needed.

It's so warm.

This hug suddenly became less unacceptable.

As soon as Xia Yansen straightened up after picking up his clothes, a handful of dog food was sprinkled on his face.

He was feeling complicated in his heart, and suddenly he saw Rong Rong faster than before.

Xia Yansen chased after him again out of breath: "Brother Rong, Meng Yao, wait for me!"

Fortunately, the parking lot is not far away.

Rong Yan stepped into the car after Meng Yao, lowered her eyes and asked her, "Do you feel better?"

"pretty good."

Meng Yao was covered with a blanket, and the blanket she usually used for sleeping played another role at this moment.

Xia Yansen climbed into the car in embarrassment: "Why don't you wait for me... so tired... The weather in the capital has changed a lot. It was obviously sunny yesterday, but today it's freezing cold."

"Turn the heat up."

Hearing Rong Yan's orders, Xia Yansen followed them.

The temperature in the car rose slowly, and Meng Yao once again felt the comfort of being in the hotel.

Huang Yan stood where she was, watching the vehicles slowly leaving.

The staff next to him asked, "Director Huang, do we still have to go over to say hello?"

Huang Yan shook her head slowly, and said with a broken smile: "What else do we need to say hello to in this situation? Going over rashly is to disturb others and cause trouble for others."

She paused, and murmured: "I just didn't expect Mrs. Rong to rush here because of Yaoyao's illness. It seems that I'm still a step late..."

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"Ma'am, you are finally back! Is this the gentleman who picked you up?"

Rong Yan's hair was still wet, he said: "Wang Ma, Madam may have caught the cold, go and order the kitchen to make a bowl of ginger soup."

"It's... suffering from the cold?!" Wang Ma hurriedly replied, "I'll go right away!"

At Rong Yan's request, Meng Yao lay down on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

The steaming ginger soup was placed at the head of the bed, and the smell was really not attractive, it could even be said to be weird.

"Actually, I don't think I have a problem at all. Husband, you don't have to make such a fuss at all. My body has always been in excellent shape, how can I be so weak. This ginger soup... I'll save it for you to drink."

Rong Yan obviously misunderstood what she meant: "You don't have to worry about me, there is ginger soup."

"Well... Actually, I really don't like drinking this."

"It's for keeping out the cold, you have to drink it."

Meng Yao noticed that Rong Yan's wet clothes hadn't had time to change, and her hair hadn't been dried yet.

She was in a complicated mood: "You'd better take a hot bath first, my body is very strong!"

Rong Yan refused to listen, and insisted: "I'll go after you finish drinking."

Is this a problem with ginger soup?
Meng Yao pinched his nose and poured a mouthful into his mouth.

"Swallow it."

With a sip of ginger soup, Meng Yao felt that she was not well.

Her stomach has been used to it for a long time, and it can no longer be compared to before.

"It's really hard to drink..."

Rong Yan's eyes moved slightly, and she forced herself to move away from her beautiful eyes with slightly watery eyes: "Not much, I'll feed you."

"No no... I'll do it myself."

Seeing Meng Yao's evasive attitude, Rong Yan's mood was indescribably complicated: "I'll feed you."

"I'm used to taking medicine by myself, and I'm not a child, so I don't need others to feed me at all."

When the two were arguing, they suddenly saw a middle-aged man with a beard walking over with a medicine box on his shoulders.

He said, "Mr. Rong."

Rong Yan put the bowl in her hand on the table, and then got up: "Doctor Zhang, please come and have a check. My wife may have been frozen just now, please show her, don't catch a cold."

Doctor Zhang responded and walked over slowly.

After some examinations, Dr. Zhang said: "Mr. Rong, Madam's body is strong."

Rong Yan breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, and asked again: "Is there any other problem with her body?"

Although Meng Yao emphasized that she was fine, Rong Yan still couldn't feel relieved without a final inspection.

"It seems that there should be no problem at present, but the most appropriate way is to go to the hospital for an examination. After all, I don't have any equipment in my hand, and the examination results may not be very accurate."

Rong Yan paused and said thanks.

"Mr. Rong, Mrs. Rong, then I will leave first."

Meng Yao had a premonition that Rong Yan would drag her to the hospital again.

"You bring me my bag."

Rong Yan didn't know what she was going to do, but she still followed her advice.

(End of this chapter)