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Fu Yanting frowned as he looked at the woman in his arms.

Because of the news that Song Wanqing had told him, he had a meeting with the executives that he trusted. Naturally, the studio's boss, Martin, was also participating in the meeting.

Martin inadvertently mentioned that Song Shuqing had to work overtime today. When he left, Song Shuqing was alone in the office. Martin was very satisfied with Song Xianqing's attitude and praised her a few words.

Fu Yitian thought back to how Song Wanqing's fever had just subsided during the day. Mo Chenfeng called him to tell him that Song Wanqing insisted on working at the company.

This woman was truly quite stubborn.

After all the work was done, Fu Yitian somehow managed to arrive at the studio's floor. When he arrived at the office, he saw that the lights were still on.

Through the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, he saw Song Wanqing sitting at a desk with a letter in her hand.

Not long after, Song Wanqing started to organize her things. It seemed like she had finished her work. Not long after, Song Wanqing began to stagger forward. He didn't have time to think before rushing in. At that time, Song Wanqing had already fallen to the ground.

He took her in his arms and wrapped his arms around her slender waist.

He found her thin and frail beyond his imagination.

There was no way for him to go back to his old home like this, so he could only bring Song Wanqing back to his office.

Fortunately, there was a break room in his office. He placed Song Wanqing on the bed and covered her with the blanket. Only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

This woman was really too desperate. The work could be done at any time, so why drag the sick?

Seeing the unconscious Song Shuqing, Fu Zhaoting probed the temperature of her forehead with his hand.

There was no fever. It seemed that it was simply because the work was too tiring.

He stared at Song Wanqing's face. Unknowingly, he could not bear to look away.

Song Xianqing and Song QingLan were two different types of beauties. The Song said they were twins. But in fact, they didn't look like one at all.

Song Qinglan was the type of person who would pity others even if they saw her. Song Wanqing, on the other hand, was a skinny wild flower. Although they were wildflowers, they were tenacious and had their own personality.

Inexplicably, Mo Chengfeng's words appeared in his mind.

Mo Chengfeng said that he had a good impression of her.

How was this possible? No one knew, he could have liked anyone, but he just wouldn't like Song Wanqing.

As Fu Yating retracted his gaze, the person on the bed suddenly moaned.

"Water …"

Fu Yitian hurriedly stood up to pour the water. Then, he helped Song Xianqing up and brought the water to her lips.

In a daze, Song Wanqing drank some water and felt her throat getting moist.

Today she worked so hard that she didn't even have time to drink.

Fortunately, he had finally drunk some water.

Song Xianqing slowly opened her eyes. Fu Yating's handsome and cold face entered her sight.

She rubbed her eyes. He stared at Fu Yanting in disbelief.

How was this possible? Why was this man here?

"You … Why are you here? "

"Look carefully, this is my territory. Where should I be if not here?"

The door to the lounge was open, and behind the door was Fu Zating's office. She had only been in the office that day, so she was impressed with the big sofa.

"I... Why am I here? You... What did you bring me here for? "

"Don't worry, I don't want to do anything. I just don't want my employees to think I'm a boss who is trying to squeeze out their lives. I told you not to come to work when you're sick. "You should rest at home tomorrow, so that you don't have to be injured at work if you have any problems."

Song Wanqing found it hard to believe her ears.