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"Mm, goodbye."

Tang Thirty-Six turned and slowly walked away. His body was a little slanted, and his steps were a little unsteady. But she walked with determination, not even turning her head back.

The night grew darker, and the street lamps by his side shone down. Tang Thirty-Six's slender figure seemed to make one's heart ache. Shu turned to look at Ling Qiao, only to see Ling Qiao slightly frowning. His eyes were twinkling with love, full of tender affection. I don't know.

She was furious! Shu Shu actually wanted to go out and get him drunk, and even abandoned the drunk him. After coming back, he even tried to muddle through. He was furious, why couldn't the couple say it out loud, did they have to hide and choke? Firstly, he wanted to scare her. Secondly, he wanted to warn her that the consequences of deceiving her were very serious.

Halfway to the hospital, he received a call from Hu Xin, "Ling Qiao, come home quickly."

"What's the matter, Mom? I'm not free. "

"You have to come back. Even if you don't have time, you have to come back."

Ling Qiao paused for a moment, almost turning the red light into a green light. He was dazed for a moment, but when he regained his senses, the car in front of him had already stopped. He hurriedly stepped on the brakes, "Qingqing is back?"

Tang Siqing, are you still willing to come back? Did you really come back?

"That's right, she's at home drinking tea. She was told to stay home for dinner, so you should come back …" Hu Xin lowered her voice and said, "Don't bring that silly little girl along."

"I got it!" Ling Qiao silently hung up the phone. Hu Xin seemed to have said something on the phone that he did not hear, so he was not in the mood to listen.

At the intersection, he made a sharp turn and returned home.

When he returned home, he saw a woman wearing a white sweater sitting on the sofa in the living room. She just sat there quietly, like a fairy that had fallen into the mortal world, tranquil and beautiful.

"Joe, you're back." The first one to speak was her, Tang Congqing.

Her smile was just like before, three years of time flew by like a flying shuttle, but she was still as beautiful and noble as before. The only difference was that her feet were injured, and her ankles were bandaged.

Ling Qiao did not say anything, but only looked at her fixedly. He should blame her for abandoning him in order to reunite with his ballet dream. She was so cruel, she had hurt him so badly!

Tang Xiao Qing smiled again. "What, you don't welcome me?"

Hu Xin walked to the door and pulled his son into the house, smiling as he said: "How could I not welcome you? "Ling Qiao, oh, what a pleasant surprise …" She pushed his son, who was still in a daze, "Isn't that right, Ling Qiao?!"

Ling Qiao only nodded his head and did not say much. His mind was a little messy, really messy.

Ling Wang, Meiyu, and Ling Zhiwei were both very polite to Tang Qingqing. Hu Xin gave her some food, saying, "Qingqing, this is your favorite, puffed beans with sauce. Auntie still remembers it clearly."

"Thank you Auntie."

Ling Qiao felt the phone in his pocket vibrate. He took it out and saw that there was no electricity on the black screen.

"Ling Qiao, eat!"

He put the phone back in his pocket, picked up the bowl and chopsticks, and began to eat in silence.

From their conversation, it was learned that Tang had tripped on the stage three months ago, that his left leg had fractured, and that he had returned home after three months in the United States. His bones were healed, but he could not stomp on them.

After the meal, she also ate some fruits. Tang Shuiqing said that it was time to go home, so she would come back tomorrow. Hu Xin quickly pushed her son, "Ling Qiao, send him off."

Only then did Ling Qiao support her as she slowly walked out of the Ling family's main entrance.

The roads are not the same as they were before. The buildings are getting newer and taller, but our neighborhood hasn't changed much.

All she saw, he said, was a little bit of time to show her around and let her know her home again.

She smiled, so happily, that she knew she had not lost him, she was sure.

When he met Shu Shu, his wife, he hid his embarrassment, and Tang was even more certain of his inner thoughts. She knew the gist of it, she knew the limits of what she should do, she naturally pushed Ling Qiao to his wife's side, she told herself, it's okay, they're only in a political marriage, her Ling Qiao still belongs to her.

She smiled and turned to leave. She wanted to walk home even more resolutely, so firmly that it made their hearts ache.

A cold wind blew, rustling the withered leaves. The temperature difference between the morning and evening was extremely great. Shu Shu stood in her long sleeves in the wind, looking as if she would fall if the wind blew on her.

Ling Qiao reached out and pulled her into his embrace. After thinking for a moment, he gently asked, "You can take me to eat outside." When he went home to eat, his grandma and parents would be even more embarrassed. How could he explain his relationship with Tang Siqing? No matter how he tried to explain it, Shu Shu was not feeling well at all.

Deng Zijun vigilantly opened the car door, "Young Mistress, get in. It's cold outside." He felt guilty, because he had leaked the information. He had also seen with his own eyes why Shu Shu was so anxious about not being able to find Ling Qiao.

Inside the car, it was deathly silent.

"CEO, where are we going to eat?"

Ling Qiao glanced at Shu Shu and saw that she was pouting without a word, so he casually said, "Let's go to the Typhoon Shelter."

When they reached the Typhoon Shelter, Deng Zijun left tactfully. He took a taxi home and left the car with them.

Ling Qiao pulled on Shu Shu Shu. Her hand was ice-cold, unable to warm up no matter how hard he clenched it.

After ordering a few of her favorite dishes, she also ordered a cup of warm milk tea. As she held it, her body gradually warmed up.

"Assistant Deng said that you went to the hospital with a fever. I went to find you at Dr. Lin's place, but I couldn't find you." she said.

Ling Qiao's heart was in a mess. He did not want to ask where she went yesterday. She must have something important to do in order to do this. He believed that she would not do anything random, so she would naturally say what he wanted to say. I got a call from my mom saying that Tang had come back and our old neighbor had grown up together, so we went back. "

"Just neighbors?"

Ling Qiao smiled, "Of course, our family is old friends with the Tang Family. My father and her father also often meet up to fish in the suburbs, and my mother also often goes to her house to play cards. She has been in the United States for several years and only returned yesterday."

"Oh, is that so?" If he said she was his neighbor, then she was his neighbor. After all, those were things from the past. Who didn't? At least, he cared about her now. In his eyes, she was his neighbor. Perhaps, it was because Tang Beiqing was too outstanding that her inferiority complex was acting up. She had to believe in Ling Qiao, believe in her husband.

"Are you better now?"

Ling Qiao stretched out a hand to touch his forehead. It was a little hot, but he was secretly relieved. "Not bad, go back and make me some ginger tea. After drinking it and going to bed early, I should be fine."

"Yes."

When she got home from dinner, she did as he told her, but in the middle of the night he really started it.

His body was scalding hot and covered in sweat. Shu was woken up by the heat. The moment he touched Ling Qiao who was beside him, he felt that his body was burning hot. He really had a fever.

"Hubby, hubby." She patted Ling Qiao's face. "Wake up, you're having a fever."

Ling Qiao woke up in a daze. His eyelids were so heavy, he was very tired. The person in front of his had also turned into two figures, "Qingqing, it's really you."

Shu Shu was severely struck. He was feeling feverish and having a dream. The people in her dreams were all Tang and Qing.

The indescribable pain!

"Hubby, wake up, you're having a fever, I'll take you to the hospital." It was just a bunch of nonsense, so he just listened. Nothing much.

Ling Qiao blinked and the blurry outline became clear. "Wife, did I say anything just now?"

En, sure enough, it was all nonsense, smiling comfortably, "No, hubby, you're having a fever. Wake up, I'll get some clothes for you to wear."

Ling Qiao felt a little dizzy. When he heard her say that he hadn't said anything, he felt at ease. Just now, he had dreamed about Tang Sqing and how the two of them had stepped into the wedding hall. It was too absurd, so he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Don't bother, you can't get a taxi out at this time, and you don't know how to drive. Call Dr. Lin over."

"But it's already so late, can I trouble you, Dr. Lin?"

"Idiot, there's no need to trouble yourself. Whether our family is healthy or not is his primary responsibility." Listen, with a fever and a illness, you still speak with such pride.

He called Doctor Lin. After some time, Doctor Lin was still sleeping soundly, but he still picked up the phone. The moment he heard that Ling Qiao had a fever, he rushed over.

"Thirty-eight." Dr. Lin looked at the mercury on the thermometer. "Why did you call me when you had such a bad fever?" When ShuShu went to the hospital to look for him at around 6 PM, he thought that ShuShu was joking. How could Ling Qiao have a fever and not have gone to look for him. But now, he began to pay more attention, his tone tinged with a hint of blame.

Shu Shu lowered her head, biting her lips as she whispered, "I was just a little bit hot earlier, I thought I would be fine after drinking the ginger tea. I didn't expect the temperature to be so hot in the middle of the night." She also felt guilty. If she hadn't left him there yesterday, he wouldn't have slept on the sofa in the living room for the whole afternoon. Although the air conditioner wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm either.

Ling Qiao laid on the bed with an ice pack on his forehead, but still insisted, "Doctor Lin, I'm fine. It's just a fever and I'm just sweating. If she wasn't so nervous that he insisted on sending me to the hospital, I wouldn't even bother to call you."

Dr. Lin reminded him, "The weather has turned cold, so it's a time for colds and fever. Don't try to act recklessly just because you're healthy. Young Mistress, I'll give you some of the granules to prevent contagion."

"Well, thank you, Dr. Lin." ShuShu then turned to Ling Qiao, saying, "You, don't try to be brave, just lie down obediently. You don't have to do what Doctor Lin wants you to do."

"Alright, my wife …" Ling Qiao felt that he had become pampered. In all these years, he had never had a fever, so even if there was a cold once in a while, he did not take it seriously and continued to work overtime as usual.

When the sun began to rise, the heat in Ling Qiao's body subsided. Only then did Doctor Lin leave in peace.

Ling Qiao patted the bed, "Wife, come in and sleep for a while. You've been tired all night."

Shu Shu also impolite, early winter season, the room is not suitable to turn on air conditioning, stay cold.

Ling Qiao's fever subsided, but to Shu, his body was still as hot as a furnace. "Hubby, your body is so hot, it can't be that you have a fever again, right?"

"No, your body is too cold. Hug me and let me warm you up."

"Yes." Shu Shu pursed her lips. See, her husband doting on her like this, that's enough. She believed that he had a sense of propriety, and that she could clearly distinguish between status and emotions. That was all in the past, and no matter how good it was at that time, they had all separated, so it could only be said that they had some sort of fate. Sometimes, if you don't think about it too much, you get more. Well, yes, that's it.