She is a drama queen, and the male protagonist of Jue He knelt down to beg to have a child.

Chapter 40 Fever
  "Mom, I'm back, and I will definitely find the truth about that year."

She lowered her head and said a lot of words.

At first the sentences were clear, then gradually the words were murmured, and the head started to feel dizzy.

Uncontrollably, she fell backwards, and strong arms held her body.

"Stupid."

Ji Yanli reluctantly threw away the umbrella and patted her tightly closed face. The heat on her skin made his fingers tremble.

He knelt down and picked up Jiang Qingqian.

The woman in his arms was so light that how could the Jiang family raise a daughter?

Du Sheng was standing by the car on the phone when he saw the woman in the CEO's arms and hurriedly opened the door.

Jiang Qingqian, who was soaked all over, was unceremoniously thrown into the back seat of the Rolls-Royce. Rain splashed everywhere on the back seat.

The banquet ceremony took the towel and stiffly tied Jiang Qingqian into a ball.

Trapped her restless hands.

The towel clung to the curves of her body, making her graceful and graceful, more perfect than any woman he had ever seen.

The banquet ceremony impatiently pulled off his tie, and unconsciously thought of the woman that night.

Damn!

The woman in front of him was vulgar and ugly, how could it be related to the woman in the hotel.

He must have seen too few women, otherwise he would be nosy.

Jiang Qingqian in the conscious space was furious.

"This stupid man actually caused a sudden fever in my body. Is his heart made of city walls?"

Xiao Qi huddled in the corner, not daring to answer the question.

An angry host is really scary!
  A tiny trembling sound rippled in the back seat space isolated by the baffle, "It's cold, it's so cold."

The wet hair stuck to the forehead looked for the source of heat and rubbed against the man's warm thigh.

Very much like a cat acting coquettishly.

Ji Yanli stiffened, frowned and pushed the woman's head away, but she was like a difficult hungry dog, pushing away and then catching her.

The banquet ceremony leaned on the back of the car helplessly.

The woman resting on his thigh curled her lips and slept soundly.

It was as weak as the buzzing murmur of a fly. He leaned down, and the aggrieved and delicate coquettish sound penetrated into his ears.

"Mom, I'm cold..."

The slender jade neck smelled of rich roses, shining in the man's dark eyes.

Jiang Qingqian rubbed it comfortably, his fingers touched the delicate skin on his neck, and his right hand clenched into a fist uncontrollably.

Unconsciously, he rubbed the warmth of his fingertips with his two fingers.

The heat made him numb.

Seeing the woman's careless sleeping posture, Ji Yanli pushed her away roughly with a gloomy expression.

He is crazy.

It must be a pitiful heart.

Jiang Qingqian turned over and listened to Xiaoqi's report. Her favorability level had reached 10 and she curled her lips.

"Master, where are we going?" The driver, who had been circling in circles, asked bravely.

"Xiangjiang Mansion."

The black Maybach turned around at the red street light and drove towards Xiangjiang Mansion.

An hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of the hall.

His slender legs took the first step and he walked into the hall without looking back.

The driver who was holding the car door looked at Du Sheng in confusion, "What should I do with this... this... lady?"

Du Sheng looked inside and saw Jiang Qingqian's cheeks were red and she was wrapped in a large towel.

He saw that the president was already ten meters away.

He sighed helplessly, "I'll carry it."

Before his hands even touched the hem of her clothes, his polished leather shoes were already in front of the car. His big, sharp-jointed hands picked up her collar and carried her up.

The world was spinning, and his extremely heavy head fell upside down. Jiang Qingqian had a headache and couldn't breathe.

She gritted her teeth and yanked off Ji Yanli's clothes.

"Head...ache..." The next second, she was held by the princess, and the tip of her nose was filled with the cold fragrance of the man. It was very light, but the smell was very hypnotic.

Yao's scalded forehead was pressed against the man's shirt, and the warmth spread to his chest through the clothes.

At the quarterly banquet, my heart felt itchy and hot.

Entering the lobby of the mansion, Ji Yanli casually threw her on the sofa in the guest room. Sister-in-law Wu was shocked when she saw the woman on the sofa.

"Sister-in-law Wu, take her to take a bath. As for clothes, just find whatever you want."

Mrs. Wu ran to the bathroom to put some water in.

While the banquet was unbuttoning the collar of his shirt impatiently, a long-haired man carrying a medical kit walked in with a stinking face.

"Aren't you fine? Why, your insomnia has gotten worse again."

The man crossed his legs and sat casually across from the banquet.

After his stomach growled, he couldn't help but hum a few times at his expressionless face.

"Master, I came here right away because of your sake. I just finished the operation and I haven't even eaten."

He was so resentful that he wished he could shoot the man opposite him to death with his eyes.

"Xu Ziyuan, how old are you? Just tell him if you want to eat." Ji Yanli interrupted him coldly.

"Master, I've already helped the young lady wash up." Sister-in-law Wu walked up to him and replied respectfully.

"Miss? During the banquet ceremony, you actually hide your beauty in the golden house." Xu Ziyuan stood up in excitement.

"Where is it, Sister-in-law Wu, take me to take a look quickly."

Xu Ziyuan's eyes widened with excitement, and he glanced around the hall eagerly.

Mrs. Wu smiled dryly.

"Sister-in-law Wu, don't worry about this guy, go prepare food." Ji Yanli waved to Sister-in-law Wu, and then raised his finger at Xu Ziyuan.

"Bring the medicine box with you and take you to see that woman."

When Jiang Qingqian woke up, her whole body was sore. She lifted the quilt and found that she was wearing a maid suit with Ji's Group printed on it.

"I'm so angry, this bitch. Xiaoqi, this is completely different from the plot in the storybook you gave me. Wow, I thought I was going to wear a beautiful little skirt..."

The footsteps outside the door were getting closer and closer, Jiang Qingqian quickly got under the quilt again.

After the door handle is unscrewed.

There were hurried footsteps running towards the bed, followed by the sound of a medical kit being placed on the bedside table.

Jiang Qingqian covered her head and opened her eyelids slightly.

"I'll go, Ji Yanli, when did you become so heavy-handed?" Xu Ziyuan said in shock when he looked at Jiang Qingqian.

Wearing a maid's suit, her black hair is messy and hanging down, and her thick black-rimmed glasses cover two-thirds of her face, and the exposed skin is burnt.

No matter how you look at it, it looks ugly.

His eyes turned back and forth between Ji Yanli and Jiang Qingqian.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't matter.

"Hurry up and see a doctor!" Ji Yanli stood on one side with his arms folded and glanced at Jiang Qingqian lightly.

Xu Ziyuan put away his playful smile for a second, took out his stethoscope, and asked Jiang Qingqian to stretch out his hand.

The fair and slender skin of the hands is completely different from that of the face, and is dazzlingly white.

Xu Ziyuan looked away uncomfortably, and also withdrew his hand from her pulse point.

"It's just a normal fever. I'll just take some antipyretic medicine later. But my body is very deficient and needs to be replenished." He took out his pen seriously. "I wrote down the prescription and went to the traditional Chinese medicine store to grab some medicine. One day Eat three meals and your qi and blood will get better."

Jiang Qingqian took it with both hands very politely.

"thanks……"

It was obviously a thick nasal sound, but after it was light and elongated, it was as gentle as the brush of a feather.

Xu Ziyuan paused, unable to sigh again.

The hardware is good everywhere, but the software is not.

Ji Yanli stared at Jiang Qingqian for a moment, with no emotion in his eyes. Xu Ziyuan left the room with great discernment.

There was silence in the empty room, and the ambiguous atmosphere rose wirelessly.

"Thank you, Mr. Ji, can you please arrange a car to take me home?"

Her eyes were clear and well-behaved, and when she sat cross-legged and asked, she could not hide the anxiety on her face.

(End of this chapter)