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Yan Yuanfei's physical condition is very strange, except that every time he gets sick, he is no different from ordinary people. Whether it is eating, sleeping or working, it has no effect.
He did what he said. He never concealed it from her every time he got sick. He would let Yu Bai inform her and relieve her a lot. What she was most afraid of was that he would take everything on his own.
On Sunday afternoon, Wen Ruoshui took a rest and left before noon. He packed Yan Yuanfei's favorite meals and prepared to surprise him in the past and have a long-lost lunch together.
This time is very busy, the two of them have not eaten together for a week.
Yan Yuan is not the people around him. They all know Wen Ruoshui. Seeing her coming, he respectfully led the way: "Ms. Wen, please, my husband has just finished the meeting and is resting."
"Thank you." Wen Ruoshui walked to the door and didn't see Yu Bai guarding him. He didn't knock on the door for fear of interrupting his rest. He pushed in gently.
The office is empty and empty.
There was a sound in the bathroom next door, and the man's low, suppressed coughing sound was more severe than the other, as if he was about to cough up his heart and lungs.
Wen Ruoshui's eyes condensed suddenly, and nervously put down the things in his hands and walked over.
Is he sick again?Why not tell her?
Just as she was about to push the door in, she heard Yan Yuanfei's voice from inside.
"Yu Bai." Yan Yuanfei suppressed his cough, his breath was very disturbed because of the violent cough: "Give me the phone."
Yu Bai looked at him: "Sir, let's tell Miss Wen, you can't always hide from her on the grounds of work. If she knows, what should you explain."
Yan Yuanfei's voice was very low and dumb: "I am not ill, but just typhoid fever. What to tell her? It only made her worry."
Yu Bai wanted to say something. After being glared at by him, he obediently handed the phone over and said without fear of death: "It's not an illness, shouldn't it be better to tell Miss Wen?"
"She's very busy." Yan Yuanfei sighed, texted her, and said in a deep voice: "I'm already worried about my illness, so don't tell her about trivial matters."
He didn't know how long he could stay in this state, how could he keep her worried for herself and delay her own affairs?
After he finished talking here, the text message was also sent out, and he clearly heard the direction of the door, the familiar bell rang, his eyes panicked for a moment, and he flashed helplessly, warmly calling out: "Shui Shui."
This girl, afraid of his illness, would not tell her, and would often conduct surprise attacks and come to see him.
Wen Ruoshui opened the door, with red eyes, and looked at him questioningly: "You don't get sick, you can hide it from me if you are sick?"
Yan Yuanfei's complexion was a little weak and pale, and her lips were also abnormally pale. He smiled at her, "I was wrong. No matter what the disease is, I will tell you, OK?"
She was focusing on academic research during this period. He was sick, and she thought about him taking care of him. It was not a serious illness, so why bother to worry about her.
"What did you say?" When Wen Ruoshui became angry, his expression was extremely calm. The more angry, the calmer.
"What I said just now doesn't count." Yan Yuan did not admit his mistake and had a good attitude, and looked at her with a smile: "I have packed the food, but I just haven't eaten it yet."
"Do you still want to eat?" Wen Ruoshui stretched his voice.