Chapter 46

Ann is all wet lying on the bed, hair a wisp of stick on the face, very embarrassed.

"Small." Huo Ting takes people into his arms and blames himself. He shouldn't leave her alone.

"No, don't..." Ann's eyes were closed, her eyebrows were locked, and her face was painful. "Sorry, young master, sorry..."

Even though the fire was chaotic, she still felt guilty.

It's like a burned blade. It cuts on the body. The body and soul are in great pain.

"Here I am." Huo tingshen put the person in his arms and gently stroked her back. "I'm not good. You didn't apologize to me."

An fingers clenched his arm, suddenly opened his eyes, Leng Leng's mouth: "young master, is it you?"

Words just export, tears fell out, slide because of fever flushed cheek, fragile people distressed.

"It's me." Horting gave her a deep kiss on the forehead. "The doctor's coming. Don't be afraid."

She suddenly low smile, tears but did not stop meaning.

"I must have dreamt..." her fingers stroked Huo tingshen's side face, and her trembling fingers rubbed gently, "how could it be the same..."

She is so greedy. How can Huo tingshen look like the young master?

Huo Ting deeply hears speech a shock, chagrin of want to kill oneself.

He hugged her tightly, kissed her tears, and said again and again in her ear, "it's me! It's always been me

I always feel that everything is under my control, but I didn't expect that a toda would involve her in a sad situation.

It's him that's bad.

"Huo tingshen..." she murmured, "I can't be sorry, young master..."

He was shocked, holding her hand trembling, "you're not sorry for me."

An Shao's chaos was broken by reason and wisdom. She opened her eyes and looked at Huo tingshen. She said with a low smile: "I'm dreaming again..."

Huo Ting deep Mou son a tight, in the heart made a decision: "wait for you to wake up, all troubles will end."

"Dong Dong"

"Young master, Miss Chen is here." Uncle Li pushes the door in. Chen Lan, who follows in, looks sleepy. Obviously, he has just been dug out of his sleep.

"She has a fever." Huo tingshen put Anping on the bed with a dignified look.

Chen Lan fan stares at the past, and sees that an's face is flushed, his lips are dry and shriveled, as if he is about to die. He wakes up in a moment when he is scared: "you, how do you make people like this?"

The only few times she and Ann met, she was half sick, this time obviously more serious.

"It's still not human..." she murmured in a low voice. She opened the medicine box quickly and handed over the thermometer. "Take your temperature."

Chen Lan takes out all kinds of medicine and puts it on the table. The remaining light from the corner of her eyes aims at the two people opposite. Her mouth is open enough to put an egg in.

Huo tingshen holds Anban in his arms, clumsily and carefully puts the thermometer under her armpit, and his eyes are full of pity.

She curved her mouth, and it seemed that Huo Shao, who was high cold and noble, had fallen into trouble.

"Thirty nine degrees." Chen Lan looked at the thermometer, a little angry, "will burn silly, or do you want a silly daughter-in-law?"

"Go to the hospital at once." As soon as Huo tingshen's face changed, he bent down to embrace an.

Chen Lan stopped him and rolled his eyes: "is the hospital better than me?"

She comes from a medical family, and she is also an excellent graduate of Harvard Medical School. If she can't cure a fever or a cold, she will be disgraced.

Huo Ting deeply hugged an, who was hot all over. His face was dignified, and he couldn't help urging: "hurry up!"

Chen Lan curls his lips and fastidiously gives an a needle: "with me, you can rest assured."

She hasn't seen an expression on his face for many years.

In the silent night, the sound of the medicine ticking became very clear.

"There's a result in what you asked me to look up." Chen Lan took out a box and handed it to him, "see if it's what you want."

Huo Ting opened the box and saw the exquisite pottery pot. His eyes were tight, and his eyes were shaking.

"It seems that my aunt did it." Chen Lan light way, she dun dun, "this is last year, Tian Yunyue gave my mother."

Huo tingshen's eyes tightened, and his fingers gently stroked the H & C at the bottom of the jar. His face was dark, like a cloud rolling in.

Three very small characters are carved at the bottom. If you don't look carefully, it's easy to think that they are decorative patterns.

"Tian Yunyue." The color of his eyes was cold for a while, and the strong murderous air came out of his body.

Over the years, he has been investigating what happened in those years. Tian yueyun and his mother's disappearance are inseparable.

"You have to calm down until you have the exact evidence." Chen Lan timely reminded, "I've asked someone to identify it. This pottery pot was made in the past two years."

So, his mother is still alive.

It's just hard to say where people are and what they have to do with Tian yueyun.

"I know." Huo tingshen restrained his anger and stroked the earthenware pot carefully, with gentle and gentle movements.

"One more thing." Chen Lan said, "like words, the pottery pot is written by me. You can see that the work of this pottery pot is beautiful and elegant. You can see that the owner is in a very happy and peaceful mood..."

If she was really imprisoned, how could she

Huo tingshen's eyes tightened, and his fingers holding the pottery pot tightened. Even if he didn't understand the art of pottery pot, he could see that the flowers on it were as bright as sunshine, which made people happy.

"Wait for the results." He light way, let a person see through the thought in his heart.

The night was long, and Huo Ting kept an's eyes as complicated as her mood. Where was her biological mother?

Her name is mu Meichen. She is an artist. She likes painting and making pottery pots. She is full of artistic atmosphere.

He had seen her picture with her long black hair and white cotton and hemp skirt. Standing there quietly was an elegant ink painting, which made people feel calm and yearning.

My aunt said that she loved him very much.

After he was born, she carved an H & C seal, which will be left in all her works.

But he couldn't figure out why he should send him back to Huo's home since he loved him so much?

All the problems are in my mind, like big hands stirring up the storm, different faces and different words mixed together, it seems to set off a terrible wave.

"Water

Hoarse murmur wakes up the meditative Huo tingshen. He comes back in time. Seeing that Ann's lips are dry and cracked, he brings water quickly. Because she has a needle on the back of her hand, it's easy for her to get blood back when he helps her sit up.

Huo Ting narrowed his eyes, drank a mouthful of water, leaned down, and slowly reached her mouth. He felt her cracked lip, which made him heartache.

"Water..." uneasy whisper, hands up his neck, unconsciously looking for his lips.

Ann is like a person who has been walking in the desert for a long time. She can't help catching up with the water. When she touches the cold soft, she will automatically probe in and absorb the sweetness.

"Hiss" -- there is a rush from the spine to the edge of reason.

Huo tingshen's eyes are deep. Let the little woman under him take whatever she wants