A steady stream of heat came from the palm of his hand through his fingertips, which made her finally understand where the warmth she felt in her sleep came from.

Ji Chengze didn't fall asleep. As soon as he heard the movement of an Ruixin, he immediately looked over. He got up and touched her head and asked, "wake up, do you still feel uncomfortable? Will you feel dizzy? Does your throat hurt? "

"It's OK, much better." An Rui Xin a exit, the voice is dumb not to speak, frighten oneself.

Ji Chengze twisted his eyebrows: "you wait, I'll pour you a glass of water." With that, he poured a cup of warm water back for an Ruixin as fast as he could.

Looking at an Ruixin drink two mouthfuls, and let her hold in her arms warm, this just looked up, there are less than one fifth of the drops left: "the doctor said, you need to eat something and then take medicine, the kitchen warm porridge, I'll bring it to you."

"Well." An Ruixin looks at Ji Chengze's back and feels the warm cup in her arms. She feels her heart is warming up.

The scene in front of her reminds her of the last time she caught a cold. At that time, because she was embarrassed by Nie Yiyi in the crew, she soaked in cold water for nearly an hour and came back with a high fever.

At that time, this man was on a business trip outside the city, but as soon as he knew that he was ill, he rushed back from other places, accompanied him and took care of himself personally until he recovered.

Thinking of that time, as soon as she woke up, she saw Ji Chengze sitting beside her bed, just like when she just woke up and saw him with her, she couldn't help holding the cup and laughing.

Ji Chengze came back with porridge. What he saw was the picture of an Ruixin holding a cup and giggling. Mei Feng picked it slightly and asked, "what are you laughing at?"

An Ruixin found that he had gone back and forth, quickly put away the smile on his face, some embarrassed, said: "nothing."

Ji Chengze looked at her suspiciously, but didn't continue to ask. He put the porridge on his hand aside, turned his head and looked at the bottom of the drop. He reminded her in a low voice: "I'll take the needle off for you first. It may hurt a little. Bear it."

An Ruixin looked at Ji Chengze, who was always very nagging at this time. Her lips were slightly raised, and she couldn't help laughing again: "well, you pull it, I'm ok."

That is to say, when I saw the needle on the back of an Ruixin's hand, the president, who is prone to hundreds of millions of contracts, was still at a loss. He didn't dare to touch the needle after stretching his hand for a long time.

As if aware of Ji Chengze's embarrassment, an Ruixin looked up at him and said with a smile: "if you don't pull out the blood again, you will be pulled back."

Ji Chengze finally pulled out the needle with the fastest speed, and then pressed it with a cotton swab to prevent the wound from bleeding.

About a minute later, Ji Chengze removed the cotton swab. Looking at a small piece of blue and purple and a small eye on the back of his white hand, he could almost kill a fly by twisting his brow. He wanted to reach out and touch the blue and purple, but he was worried about touching an Ruixin. He had to ask in a low voice, "does it hurt?"

Annie shook her head and said with a smile, "it doesn't hurt. I'm not a child. Just hang a bottle. Don't make too much fuss."

Ji Chengze's face is slightly heavy, and he doesn't agree with an Ruixin's words. He reaches out his hand to pick up the porridge on the table, and tells an Ruixin: "I asked Shan Muyu to ask for leave for you, and have a rest tomorrow."