Chapter 298

The north wind howled all night, and the snow did not stop. When he opened his eyes again, it was a world wrapped in snow. Song Xuan got up early and went out without breakfast. He put on his down jacket.

In the yard, mother Wu is sweeping the snow. The path has been cleaned. There are ice edges hanging on the bare branches, and sparrows chirp occasionally.

As soon as the door opened, a chill came to her face. Song Xuan tightened her scarf and went out.

Wu Ma called out, "Xiao Xuan, you haven't eaten breakfast yet. Where are you going?"

Song Xuan shrugged and said, "go to the company."

"It's still early, isn't it eight o'clock

Song Xuan pressed his hat and said, "well, there's something wrong. Let's go earlier."

Despite Wu Ma's nagging in the back, she ran out in a hurry.

When she arrived at the Jing'an Road office, it was still quiet. She took out her key to open the door and went up the old wooden stairs to the second floor. Yang Haitao often worked here all night, so she reserved a very small room. He stayed up too late, so she made do with it for one night.

In a small room, she gently pushed the door and saw Yang Haitao lying on a narrow bed in front of her overcoat.

Song Xuan frowned unconsciously. Did he sleep all night? It's freezing. I don't have any heating equipment. I sleep like this all night. Didn't it freeze to death?

She went over, bent over and gently pushed him: "Yang Haitao, Yang Haitao..."

Yang Haitao had an abnormal red on his cheek. When she pushed him, he coughed up. His voice was so hoarse that he opened his eyes with difficulty. His eyelids folded into three layers and his eyes were covered with red blood

"Song Xuan?"

"Did you sleep like this all night?"

Yang Haitao sat up with difficulty, coughed violently, and looked confused: "ah? I I don't remember much. "

Song Xuan frowned and said, "I think you have a cold. Go home and have a rest."

Yang Haitao waved his hand: "I'm fine. It's OK."

Then he got up and wanted to go downstairs. When he got down, he looked everywhere. Song Xuan followed him: "what are you looking for?"

"Thermos, want some hot water."

Song Xuan shook her head. "Come out with me and have some breakfast."

In a small congee shop on Jing'an Road, song Xuan and Yang Haitao sit opposite each other. Yang Haitao tries to resist the impulse of coughing, and his face turns red. Song Xuan orders him a bowl of Huai yam porridge and pushes it to him: "have a little of it."

Yang Haitao smiles while eating. Occasionally he turns his head to one side and coughs twice. His heart is warmed by porridge.

Is song Xuan concerned about him?

It must be about him.

Hey, hey

Song Xuan didn't feel dizzy because he didn't feel cold.

After eating the porridge, they went back to the office. Song Xuan urged Yang Haitao to go home and have a rest. Yang Haitao waved his hands again and again: "it's the end of the year. The company has a lot of things to do. I can stick to it."

Yang Haitao insisted on this until five o'clock in the afternoon. It was dark. He only felt that his head was heavy and his feet were light, as if he could faint at any time.

After work, song Xuan said hello to the cashier: "sister LAN, I'm off work first. You should go home early."

Because it was the weekend, she made an appointment with Zhao Mingyi to see the drama. Zhao Mingyi should have been waiting outside.

When she walked out of the office building, she saw Zhao Mingyi standing in the snow with a long navy blue coat and a black scarf.

She was just about to walk by when sister Lan's voice rang out behind her: "ah, Haitao, your forehead is hot..."