My husband is a wife

Chapter 505 He Should Be Arriving

"Fire, put out the fire, that's my home..." the supervisor yelled excitedly, and was about to rush over when a van stopped behind her, and several men quickly got out of the car and covered their hands. Her mouth dragged her into the car, then closed the door and left without a trace.

Everyone was watching the fire, but they didn't notice that the supervisor was taken away.

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When Qin Wushuang woke up, she found herself lying in a luxuriously decorated room with a drip in her hand, she was stunned for a moment, what kind of place is this?
"Wushuang, you're awake." A gentle voice came from the side.

Qin Wushuang immediately turned his head away, blinked his eyes, and said in surprise, "Mr. Rheumatism, why am I here?"

"This is my home. My subordinates found you fainted in the office, so they brought you back. Do you feel unwell?" Mr. Rheumatism asked kindly.

Qin Wushuang shook his head lightly, looked at the unfinished drip in his hand, and said a little depressed: "Today is really unlucky."

"The doctor said that your blood sugar is low, and you didn't eat dinner, that's why you have a stomach problem." Seeing her pale face really made people feel distressed.

"I'm so busy today that I don't even have time for lunch." Qin Wushuang knew that she must have been framed, but since this was her chosen job, she was ashamed to complain.

"Why is the arrangement department so busy that you don't even have time to eat?" Mr. Fengshi frowned, and an imperceptible sharpness flashed in his eyes.

Qin Wushuang shrugged and said helplessly, "It's all my fault. I didn't put the music score that I arranged yesterday, and someone messed it up."

"Okay, let's not talk about this. I have someone prepare some light food for you. After you finish your IV, you will get up and eat. You haven't eaten lunch or dinner. How can your body bear it?" Mr. Rheumatism said softly explain.

"Thank you, if you hadn't saved me, I might have died in the office." Qin Wushuang said gratefully.

"If you really want to thank me, then help me cure these two old cold legs." Mr. Rheumatism stretched out his hand and patted his knee.

"Why didn't you find a doctor to treat you?" Qin Wushuang asked curiously when he found her who was a monk on the way.

A look of helplessness flashed across Mr. Fengshi's face: "I don't want people to know that there is something wrong with my leg."

"Oh." It seems that he doesn't want people to worry about him. Qin Wushuang wandered around the room. A person who can afford such a luxurious house must be either rich or expensive. She looked at the phone beside the bed , and said, "Can I make a call?" Zhan Beichen knew that she hadn't returned to the Qin mansion, so he was probably going to be in a hurry now.

"Do you want to call Zhan Beichen?"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fengshi saw through her intentions, Qin Wushuang nodded slightly and said, "He will be very anxious when he finds out that I'm missing."

"Don't worry, he should be here." Mr. Rheumatic had a meaningful smile on his face.

Qin Wushuang was a little shy from his smile, blushed slightly, and was about to say something, when familiar footsteps sounded from the corridor outside, that calm, domineering pace, who else could it be except Zhan Beichen.

"Talk about Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here, okay, I will not hinder you, old man." Mr. Rheumatism finished speaking, and left through the door on the other side.

"Wushuang." As soon as Mr. Fengshi left, Zhan Beichen rushed in. Seeing her lying on the bed and taking an IV, his heart ached. He walked over quickly, held her hand, and asked in a hoarse voice, " How are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)