When Ji Rufeng returns home, Yu Heng informs Zhao Jian that she is not well.
Ji Rufeng immediately felt tight, "what's the matter?"
"I don't know exactly. I went out to buy medicine just now." Yu Heng pointed to the cold medicine on the living room table.
Ji Rufeng took the cold medicine and went upstairs.
Zhao jianjuan was sleeping heavily in the quilt. Her face was covered by her long hair. She was in a mess, and her face was still very pale.
If he didn't get angry with her last night, or came out to have a look, maybe Zhao Jian wouldn't have slept in the living room all night, and she wouldn't have caught a cold.
Ji Rufeng gently touched her forehead. Her forehead was wet and cold. He hurriedly opened the quilt. Zhao Jian's clothes in the quilt were wet through.
Ji Rufeng can't help sighing, closes the window, takes a towel and starts to help her sweat and change her clothes. If she doesn't change her clothes, it should be more serious when she wakes up.
After wiping Zhao Jian's body and changing her clothes, Ji Rufeng's mobile phone rings again.
The voice is a little loud. Zhao Jian opens her eyes vaguely.
Ji Rufeng is busy patting her on the back and quickly goes out to answer the phone.
Wang Feng's eager voice came from the other end of the phone, "boss, no, still no!"
Ji Rufeng immediately frowned, "what can't?"
"On Weibo, it blew up again!" Wang Feng quickly explained: "Miss Jiang cancelled her microblog this morning, re posted the news on her microblog, and apologized to Miss Zhao, but netizens didn't take it and scolded more."
Ji Rufeng frowned. He thought that as long as he cancelled the microblog and apologized, he could solve the problem. Instead of solving the hunger problem, he made it more serious.
"What's the matter?"
"I've asked someone to check. Let's see if someone is pushing behind."
Ji Rufeng paced back and forth a few steps, "you first let people check."
Wang Feng hesitated for a moment, then said: "boss, when Miss Jiang apologized, AI te attacked Miss Zhao. Now there is a lot of abuse under Miss Zhao's microblog."
"Damn it Ji Rufeng mercilessly clenched his fist, but he hated it in his heart.
Ji Rufeng doesn't understand the truth. Why don't others believe it?
He hung up the phone and hurried back to the room. Zhao Jian sat there holding her head. She had a headache and was woken up when she went to sleep. Her face can be imagined.
Ji Rufeng takes a deep breath, depresses her mental impatience, and goes to touch Zhao Jian's head. She has no fever and no cold sweat, but her face doesn't look very good.
"Are you better?"
Zhao Jian looked up at him without any desire to answer.
"Well?"
Zhao Jian drooped her eyes, and her voice was hoarse. "Has the matter been solved?"
Season such as wind a meal, in the heart ashamed, "not yet."
Zhao Jian blinked her eyes. There was an accident in her eyes. Ji Rufeng said, "but don't worry, I will solve it as soon as possible."
He took Zhao Jian's hand and squeezed it gently.
But Zhao Jian doesn't have the heart to listen to him. It's none of her business whether to solve it or not. The person he helps is Jiang Xuerou.
"Why don't you tell me when you know I misunderstood?"
Zhao Jian snorted and fell on the bed, ignoring him.
When he saw Weibo, he had a preconceived idea that she bumped into Jiang Xuerou. What else can she explain?
Ji Rufeng leaned over and picked her up. "Yesterday was angry with me because of this?"
"What? I can't be angry yet? "
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