Yan Mingshun was in a meeting with his subordinates, his chin was stubble, and his eyes were bloodshot. He didn't sleep more than three hours a day these few days, and things were all stuck together. ?шщЩ.suimEnG.1a
The meeting was only halfway through, and Yan Ming received a call from Xiaoyun by the way, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Why didn't you call to report earlier? What's going on with Meimei now?"
Yan Mingshun's voice was so cold that he could drop ice, Xiaoyun shrank, and cold sweat broke out from his back vest, and said honestly, "Miss said it can't affect your work, and won't let me call."
"I'll be here within an hour. You send someone to find Doctor Gu, even if it's in the sky."
Yan Mingshun didn't have the heart to criticize Xiaoyun. He had a very bad premonition. Just now, he suddenly thought of the dream he had a while ago.
Could it be that the dream was warning him that something would happen to Meimei?
Yan Mingshun's heart sank, and he quickly rejected the guess. There was only a fat baby in the dream, and no eyebrows appeared, so it was definitely not related to her. The headache should be a coincidence.
He hurriedly ended the meeting and didn't clean up himself, so he hurried over by himself, feeling agitated.
She was fine when she went there, but in less than half a month, she was so sick that she must not have eaten well or slept on time, so she will punish this disobedient girl when she is ready.
Yan Mingshun didn't think much about it at this time, thinking that Meimei stayed up late to write a book again, which caused the headache. He decided to take compulsory measures, stipulating that when he was away, he had to go to bed after ten thirty at night.
But when he saw that he was lying on the bed in a coma, but still frowned with pain, his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, just like a little flower hit by a storm, which made people feel pain in the heart.
"Did Dr. Gu find it?" Yan Mingshun asked in a deep voice.
"I've found it, and I'm about to get back by boat. I'll be there before seven o'clock." Xiaoyun replied.
Yan Mingshun raised his wrist and looked at it. It was now 4:30 in the afternoon, and there were still two and a half hours. He let Xiao Se and the others go out. She whispered in her ear, her low voice was slightly hoarse, but it relieved the brows of the girl in her arms a lot.
"Brother Mingshun..."
Meimei muttered to herself, Yan Mingshun responded quickly: "I'm here... I'm here..." ..
Maybe it was because of the familiar smell, the corners of his brows and lips rose slightly, his face rubbed against Yan Mingshun's arm, he fell asleep in peace, and his face looked better.
Yan Mingshun breathed a sigh of relief, and tiredness also swept over him. He pressed it down, slumped on the head of the bed, and asked Qiuqiu with a worried look: "Do you know what happened to your master?"
Qiuqiu shook his head embarrassedly His specialty is finding treasures, not seeing a doctor. This time, he really can't help the mistress's illness.
Even spirit potions don't work, alas!
Yan Mingshun looked at the little guy who was sighing like an adult, and couldn't help but sighed. He couldn't even understand Qiuqiu. It seemed that Meimei's headache was indeed strange.
That ominous feeling came up again, Yan Mingshun shook his head, and decided not to think about it anymore, and to sleep first to keep his spirits up.
At around 6:30, Meimei woke up, her head was no longer so painful, and she smelled a familiar smell as soon as she woke up. You didn't even have to look to know that Yan Mingshun was coming and was sleeping with her arms around her.
She slowly raised her head and saw Yan Mingshun's stubble chin, as well as the thick dark circles under her eyelids, which made her distressed.
Helianqing, the old pervert, pushed all the work to Yan Mingshun, but he traveled all day long in the mountains and waters, reluctant to think about Sichuan, and said it nicely, saying that he wanted to train Yan Mingshun's work ability.
Hmph, obviously lazy!