He had suffered from stomach problems a few years ago. Thinking of his mother's narrow escape, she didn't want him to be in danger again.

Her suitcase was messed up by him and her clothes were scattered all over the floor. Zhuo Jian hurriedly went to clean it up.

"Um!"

He suddenly groaned again.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes worriedly: "Does it hurt?"

"Can you come back and clean it up tomorrow? It hurts!"

"Okay then!"

Nothing is as important as life.

The two hurriedly closed the door and walked out. His face turned pale along the way.

Zhuo Jian became more and more worried as he watched, and couldn't help but comfort him: "Please bear with me, we will be at the hospital soon."

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the girl holding his arms. After feeling an unprecedented contact, he couldn't help but look through her v-neck.

Zhuo Jian didn't care about anything. When she got to his car, she suddenly screamed inwardly that it was bad and asked him sadly: "What should I do if I don't have a driver's license?"

"I open!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt sorry for him and let him drive despite his stomach pain, but there was no other way.

Until his cell phone suddenly rang, the word "Ruxiang" made the originally harmonious space strange.

Zhuo Jian suddenly woke up, looked at the number and then looked at him.

Fu Yanye looked a little cold.

It's almost eleven o'clock at night. Is he worried about her?

Zhuo Jian said: "You answer it, I won't say anything!"

Fu Yanye glanced at her subconsciously, but she had already pressed the connect button for him.

She turned away and looked out the window, not to disturb him.


Chapter completed!