Chapter 696

Qin Ziqing's stomach growled, she hesitated and knocked on Wen Langyun's door: "Brother, are you hungry?"

Even if you want to hide from people, you still have to eat, right?

There was still no response from inside, Qin Ziqing frowned, subconsciously pressed the doorknob, the door opened, the bed was flat and there was no one there.

The bathroom was clean and nobody was there.

Under the bed, nobody, in the closet...

Qin Ziqing closed the closet door and pressed his dizzy head.

The fact that a living person disappeared into the room out of thin air was too horrifying, Qin Ziqing glanced out the window: the evergreen leaves were still luxuriant. She opened the window, was shivered by the wind, and shrank back.

...Couldn't it be that she jumped out of the window because of her blocking?

Qin Ziqing was confused and turned around to leave, but when he raised his eyes, he saw an unnatural bulge on the wall on the other side. She walked over suspiciously, pushed subconsciously, and the wall rotated slightly. Qin Ziqing saw a desk inside, which was an invisible door.

Qin Ziqing: "..."

Walking into the study and opening the door from the inside, Qin Ziqing saw the corridor outside.

Well, that is to say, when Wen Langyun got up in the morning and found her at the door, he didn't bother to let her lie on the door without covering her with a quilt, and just left her here and left.

Wen Langyun, you are really good! !

Wen's.

In the crisis-ridden conference room, the sound of sneezing was quite abrupt, but no one dared to look at the person who sneezed.

The person making the report paused for less than half a second, then continued talking. Wen Langyun wrinkled his nose and looked at the time with his hand.

At this point, it's time for Qin Ziqing to get up.

Maybe she was scolding him just now.

The person who made the report stood like a green pine, looking at all directions and listening to all directions. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Langyun, implying that he was speaking too slowly, so he immediately sped up his speech. "Bababa" is like a machine gun After finishing speaking, the comrade who was in charge of recording the memory remembered that the pen caught fire, and rubbed his sore wrist and gave him a hard look.

The reporter pretended not to see it, and looked at Wen Langyun nervously: "Mr. Wen, I'm done reporting."

"En." Wen Langyun nodded, "Next."

The reporter was relieved, and he was relieved to see that the next few were found to have loopholes in the books.

Fortunately, there is nothing wrong with me here.

Pull out the radish and take out the mud. After the processing here is finished, several hours have passed. After the meeting in the conference room, as soon as Wen Langyun left, everyone lay down on the table.

"When will this day end..."

"Don't think about it." Another colleague stood up holding the conference table, "Mr. Wen came back this time to completely rectify this place, and clamp his tail tightly during this time."

Wen Langyun didn't go far, and he could faintly hear a small complaint coming from inside. With a low snort, he took the mobile phone handed over by his special assistant, and found that there were two missed calls on it, from Qin Ziqing.

The phone couldn't get through, and the young lady sent a series of irritable WeChat messages, which jumped more than fifty times, and more than forty of them were scolding him. Wen Langyun glanced at him blankly, and was about to close it, when he suddenly saw There is one in the middle.

[I'm dizzy to death! ! I feel like I'm going to have a fever, and it's all your fault! 】

Wen Langyun stopped in his tracks, frowned, and fell into deep thought.

Shouldn't it?

Last night Qin Ziqing fell asleep outside, he went out from the study to take a look, hesitated for a moment, didn't move her, and directly turned up the floor heating temperature.

If Qin Ziqing was brought into the guest room, with her indomitable temperament, maybe she would come up with some ideas. Wen Langyun racked his brains to come up with such a way.

It was like a steamer inside. Wen Langyun even turned on the cooling to balance the temperature. When he left the room in the morning, it was even hotter than the season. How could Qin Ziqing have a fever?

Eighty percent of them were lying to him, trying to trick him back.

The special assistant Jianwen Langyun suddenly stopped, very puzzled: "Mr. Wen, what's the matter?"

"nothing."

Wen Langyun shook his head, raised his foot and took two steps forward, then stopped suddenly and asked, "If it's too hot, will you have a fever?"

"Um... the weather?" The question was too sudden, and the special assistant responded after a while, "It seems to be possible, I have heard of it before."

Wen Langyun: "..."

That afternoon, Wen Langyun left the company early, and everyone in Wen's headquarters breathed a sigh of relief.

All the way back to Wen's house, the windows of the villa were open, and the wind was blowing in. Qin Ziqing put on a coat, lay on the sofa, buried his face in his messy hair, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Qin Ziqing."

Wen Langyun walked in front of her and called her, Qin Ziqing didn't respond, Wen Langyun frowned slightly, raised his hand to touch her forehead, the temperature of the tentacles was terribly hot.

Qin Ziqing was dreaming, and in the dream, Wen Langyun was fascinated by her. She said that she would never say anything when she heard about Langyun, but she was gentle and considerate every day. The queen took care of her meticulously. When she wanted to sleep, Wen Langyun personally carried her to the bed and covered her with a quilt. It was like a queen's life.

Then the queen felt a little heavy on her body.

"Okay, okay, don't cover it..." Qin Ziqing watched Wen Langyun add quilts layer by layer to his body, stacking them as high as a mountain, and anxiously said, "Don't cover it! It's too boring!"

Wen Langyun completely ignored her suggestion as if he was deaf, and continued to cover her up layer by layer. In the end, Qin Ziqing couldn't even see Wen Langyun's face, and there was only a quilt left in the visible range. hill.

Qin Ziqing felt more and more breathless in his chest, closed his eyes and shouted with all his strength: "Get out!"

When she opened her eyes, the quilt mountain was gone, and Wen Langyun looked at her suspiciously.

The two stared at each other for a while, Qin Ziqing gritted his teeth: "Monster! You want to harm me again!"

...I'm confused.

Wen Langyun didn't reply, turned his head and said, "Doctor, she's awake."

A blond doctor hurried in with a syringe in his hand, Qin Ziqing's IQ gradually recovered and he became more sober.

Although my head is still a little dizzy and a little painful, it is better than before.

It turned out that it was just a dream.

As soon as he raised his head, there was still a hanging bottle hanging above his head. Qin Ziqing subconsciously wanted to reach out for it, but was gently held down by a pair of slightly cool palms.

She looked at Wen Langyun suspiciously: "What are you doing?"

Wen Langyun looked at her as if she was mentally retarded: "You have a needle in your hand, don't raise it up."

"oh……"

Qin Ziqing restrained his strength honestly, lying under the quilt like a good baby.

The doctor fiddled with her for a while, and suddenly walked towards Qin Ziqing with a syringe in his hand, and grabbed her arm. Qin Ziqing was startled, and screamed, he backed away crazily: "What are you doing!!"

God knows that when Qin Ziqing was young, he was weak and sickly, and he was most afraid of injections. The doctor had such a long syringe, and in Qin Ziqing's eyes, this beautiful foreign lady suddenly became as hideous as Nanny Rong.