When the servant saw Ji Nuan's condition, he was shocked. Someone rushed over and helped Ji Nuan up with Mrs. Chen, while someone turned around and hurriedly went to make a phone call.

In a hurry, Ji Nuan woke up just now and leaned against Chen's wife's arms. She frowned and raised her hand to rub the painful forehead. At the same time, she heard the servant say to the phone: "Mr. Mo, Mrs. Mo, Mrs., fainted just now and fell on the stairs. Mr. Mo, when will you come back..."

When Ji Nuan heard this, she immediately turned her eyes: "Don't call him back, I'm fine."

Her voice was very soft, but the servant paused because of her words, then hesitated for a while, and walked over with the phone.

"Madam, Mr. Mo asked me to give you the phone..."

Ji Nuan silent for a moment, raised her hand and took the phone and put it in her ear.

The man on the other end of the phone had a casual and indifferent voice, but with the same coldness as before, which made people shudder: "Why, I can't even do the most basic healthy lifestyle. In addition to having a cold or a fever, I have to fall into a mess when I walk around?"

Ji Nuan didn't expect him to come back, not to mention that she was just looking dark and not standing firmly. However, when she heard such words, she was still so heartbroken.

"I didn't want to force you to come back. I was just accidentally. The servant cared too much about me, so you made a big fuss. You don't have to mind. But Yuyuan is always our home. Are you planning to never go back?"

Mo Jingshen's tone was calm, and it was completely impossible to guess his emotions: "You can see that you like that place very much. The ownership of the property in Yuyuan has been transferred to your name. Just such a property is enough to nourish your second half of your life, and you will not repeat the same mistakes and wander around."

Of course, there will be no such life anymore. She has her own work and a life she has worked hard to support.

Ji Nuan really didn't have much energy to pester these things that were not important to her to ask. She held the phone tightly and asked repeatedly: "Do you really don't plan to go back to the Yuyuan home?"

No answer.

Mo Jingshen hung up the phone directly.

A cold and disconnected sound came from the phone. Ji Nuan listened for a long time, as if she was not sure whether he had really hung up the phone. She seemed to not believe that he suddenly hung up the phone, not even saying a word to her.

"Mrs. Mo..."

Mrs. Chen and the servant wanted to help her up, but Ji Nuan sat on the ground and looked down at the phone that had dimmed on the screen.

"I'm fine, I just fell a little." Ji Nuan gently pushed away Mrs. Chen and the others' hands: "I can get up by myself, so you should be busy with whatever you should do."

"Madam, I will help you to sit down at the dining table?" Mrs. Chen asked softly.

Ji Nuan nodded, and it was not until she was helped up by Mrs. Chen that she felt that the dizzy feeling came again.

After helping her to the dining table, Mrs. Chen suddenly raised her hand and touched her forehead: "When I just helped you, I felt that you were very hot through your sleeves. Did you catch a cold and have a fever? I'll call a doctor over?"

"It's okay, I'm soaked in a little rain, it's not that serious. I'll just drink some brown sugar ginger tea you just cooked."

...

The man stood in the cold office with his long legs spread out and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling window. There was no light of stars and moon in the sky on the rainy night. Through the window, you could feel the bone-permeable coldness falling in this office with solid color and cold tones piled with information documents.

When Qin Siting received the call, he had just gotten off work in the hospital and saw that it was a call from Mo Jingshen, so he answered it directly.

The man on the other end of the phone had a low voice, and his voice was clean and clear: "Find a doctor whose medical ethics and skills are similar to yours, and go to the Imperial Garden to see Ji Nuan."

Qin Siting's hand was about to open the car door and paused: "What's wrong with her? Don't you have to go there yourself?"

"You don't have to go, send someone she doesn't know."

It was obvious that he didn't intend to let Ji Nuan know that the doctor was sent by him. Qin Siting frowned and was about to ask him what this meant, but the phone was hung up.

...

Ji Nuan had just had dinner and was holding the brown sugar ginger tea that Mrs. Chen cooked for her. Her pale face looked a little red and sweating, and the doctor suddenly came.

"Who called the doctor?" Ji Nuan asked.

"I just called Miss Feng Ling. Miss Feng Ling said that she asked Dr. Qin. It seemed that Dr. Qin said that he was not in Haicheng these days, so he sent colleagues from their hospital to come." Mrs. Chen told Ji Nuan all the content she heard on the phone.

Ji Nuan glanced at the doctor, and the other party smiled politely to her, saying that Dr. Qin asked him to come over, so she nodded.

Ji Nuan's illness is not serious, that is, he has not had a good rest these days and can't eat much. His body is in a period of fatigue. In addition, there are signs of colds and fevers when he is wet. There is no problem with the rest. He only takes cold medicine and antipyretic medicine, rest more, drink more hot water, and eat more to maintain his physical strength.

She understood all this herself. She felt relieved after hearing the doctor say there was nothing wrong with it.

Until the doctor left, Mrs. Chen told Ji Nuan to take a good hot shower. Ji Nuan obediently went to take a shower, and obediently returned to the bedroom to sleep after taking the medicine. But when she turned over on the bed, she looked at the other side of the empty bed and reached out to touch the bed twice.

It has been a long time since here, but it has not had the smell of ink depth of field and the temperature of ink depth of field.

Sure enough, when she was cared, she could be held and coaxed with a little headache and fever. She seemed to be a porcelain doll that was fragile when she was sick. She wanted to hold her in her palm, but now she couldn't get sick at all. Any physical condition was in his opinion, she was despicable and trying to attract him back.

Is her image of her unyielding way to achieve her goals so deeply rooted in his heart?

How enthusiastic and happy it is when I hugged Mo Jingshen, and how deserted and lost it is when all of this suddenly disappears.

Want to give up, want to leave.

She asked herself, did she really decide to give up like this?

She knew very well what kind of man Mo Jingshen was for so long, but no matter what he did, there would be his reason.

But what exactly is the reason that makes a man who is not afraid of death push her away again and again?

Ji Nuan sucked her nose, which was a little blocked. It was already late. Although she had a headache, she had no sleepiness. She sat up on the bed and stared at the snow-white wall under the wall light. After watching for a long time, she still couldn't sleep.

There are still many things to do in the studio tomorrow and you have to go to bed.

She rubbed her head, turned around and flipped through the drawer, and found only two or three pills per box of sleeping pills. This pill seemed to be bought by Ji Mengran when she was here before.

Seeing that the medicine had not expired, I got up and poured a glass of water, drank a sleeping pill and lay down again.
Chapter completed!