The car is driving on the wide road, the winter rain is falling on the windshield, the air conditioner is on, and the male host in the radio station has a low voice, which makes her feel a little shaken occasionally, as if she heard Xie Muye talking.

Their voice lines are quite similar.

He's almost thirty, don't you know he's going to the hospital when he's ill?

The secretary is really worried.

But Somehow, she remembered that when she was in junior high school, Xie Muye was tutoring her lessons. Once, about this early winter, he was caught in the winter rain, and he was sick, so he was unwilling to go to the hospital.

Pour also is not to have what psychology to the hospital, it is he feels the big man has a headache to go to the hospital some too fussy.

Jane Shua shook her head, thinking that she had no need to care about his life and death.

But when she came to her senses, she found that she was not going home, but to Xie Muye's apartment.

In front of the red light, she quickly brake the car, upset, she reached out to press the eyebrow, Jianxia, what's the matter with you?

The green light soon came on, and her mind was still confused. Without releasing the brake, the car behind her could not wait. She honked her horn and she could only be pushed forward.

It was so open that I arrived at Xie Muye's apartment. It was a very high-end apartment.

When her car stopped at the door of the community, she still wanted to retreat, but saw the bar suddenly lifted up.

If it is not a registered car, the guard must let her report the head of household to visit.

This shows that Xie Muye has put her car on record here.

Two cars had already been parked in the back, and she was pushed all the way down to his apartment.

His apartment downstairs is a face recognition code, she got out of the car, no umbrella, rushed a few steps to the corridor below, is hesitating, the door is open.

Naturally, Xie Muye has already registered her.

Jianxia knew how much he lived, so she took the elevator to the seventh floor.

This is a big house with one elevator and one family. When you come out of the elevator, it is directly his living room. It is decorated in a gray and white style. It seems that it is a man's residence, which is not human.

And his people are the same.

Jianxia wants to turn around, but she doesn't know how to take the elevator. Everything here is so advanced that she looks like a bumpkin.

There is a light on the porch, and there is only one floor lamp in the living room. The light in the whole living room is very dim.

She walked in inch step, a whole side of the ground outside the window, drizzle patter, under the foot of the carpet, where you can see, can reflect low-key luxury and texture.

Yes, he has money. He is not only the Vice Minister of homeland security, but also the president of a company. Food, clothing, housing and transportation are top-notch. What's the problem?

Approaching, only to see a broad sofa lying on a man, one side is the floor lamp, the light gently hit his face, he was wearing a white shirt.

The black suit was left on the carpet, and two buttons of his white shirt were undone. He didn't seem to be alert, so he lay on the sofa.

Jianxia approached lightly, and he snorted softly, breathing heavily.

She came up to him, squatted down slowly, and reached up his forehead.

It's boiling hot. I have a high fever.

Her hands, how this person, how old people, fever and cold do not go to the hospital, but only come back to lie on this sofa.