"I won't let it go today! You wait for me! "

Gu tingye pushed her away and ran towards Jiang Shi.

Such a delay, Jiang Shi's figure has disappeared.

His figure shuttled through the crowd and soon disappeared. Around a few corners, he was dizzy.

Finally, he could not help squatting in a corner, covering his stomach, very uncomfortable, spitting bitterness in his mouth.

People who don't know think they're pregnant.

Only he knew that he was disgusted by Gu tingye.

He suddenly felt his neck itch. He reached out and scratched it. After a while, it turned red, "hiss..."

The skin was scratched.

He wanted to take a bath and clean up the marks on his body.

Wash all the marks that Gu tingye left on him!

"System, I don't want to have any more contact with Gu tingye. He really makes me sick."

The system was silent for a moment, "look at yourself."

"Good."

He wiped the corners of his mouth and stood up against the wall, his head as if he had been beaten with a stick.

I don't know how long after that, the sun in the sky was hanging in the west, and he went to Jiangfu.

He licked his dry mouth and walked in with heavy steps.

"Young master!"

Then the sound of Yuanbao came out.

He looked back and reluctantly raised a trace of spirit, "Yuanbao, what's the matter?"

Yuanbao's face is not good when he looks at Jiang. His red lips are usually white, and he will faint at any time.

"Young master, are you all right?"

"It's OK. Just have a sleep." His footstep is flimsy, lean on Yuan Bao, "help me in, I want to sleep."

"Yes."

Yuanbao helped him in until Jiang Shi lay down. He didn't deliver the letter about someone to the young master.

When Yuanbao crossed the threshold and was about to open the door, Jiang Shi's voice sounded, "Yuanbao? Have you just come back from chunlou? What happened to him? "

"It's all right, young master. He's fine." Yuan Bao's eyes twinkled. "There are several rich wives who like his plays. They go to listen to them together every day."

"Oh."

Jiang Shi closed his eyes and felt a little flustered in his heart. His head was more dizzy.

"You close the door and boil me some water. I wake up and take a bath."

"Yes."

Yuan Bao gently closed the door, holding the letter in his hand, thinking about the young master's appearance, hesitated again and again, but he opened the letter himself.

The letter says that Qian Yan'an is seriously ill. He wants to see Jiang Shi before he dies. He will wait until tomorrow morning. If he doesn't come, he will die forever.

Yuanbao gritted his teeth, hid the letter, went to the cashier to borrow the name of the young master, and spent some silver.

Go out to invite a valuable doctor, let him go to spring floor to Qianyan an see a doctor.

Yuanbao rushed to chunlou with the doctor and ran into a man, "take me to see Mr. Qian quickly."

Although Qian Yan'an is a dramatist, he is the one the young master likes. He doesn't dare to call him by his name.

"Come with me."

When the man saw the doctor following Yuanbao, he felt disappointed.

With Yuanbao came to qianyan'an's room, knocked on the door, "corner, Jiangfu Yuanbao came."

There was a loud noise in the room. In a hurry, Qian Yan opened the door. He didn't see the man. He frowned, "cough... Didn't he come?"

Yuanbao looked at him, wearing a white shirt, pale, eyes full of red blood, slender fingers clasping the doorframe.

Bony.