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In truth, it did not take long for Qin Fan to arrive. Jiang Yunzhen's fever was high, he hugged painfully and drove the carriage straight to the hospital.

"Is it hard to bear?" He reached out and touched Jiang Yunzhen's burning hot forehead.

Jiang Yunzhen gently shook her head as she closed her eyes, and then, she leaned into Deng Jinghang's embrace, her face extremely pale.

Deng Jinghang felt his heart ache, "Qin Fan, hurry up and find the nearest hospital." After he finished speaking, he touched Jiang Yunzhen's face with a bit of heartache. The other party's palm was drenched in cold air, and Jiang Yunzhen comfortably rubbed against it.

Looking at the two people in the rearview mirror, Qin Fan helplessly shook his head and chuckled.

The rain got heavier and heavier, and the black car scuttled out of the rain, finally stopping in front of the hospital.

Just as Deng Jinghang helped Jiang Yunzhen out of the car, with Qin Fan behind to help the two of them hold up an umbrella, Jiang Yunzhen could not help but laugh out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Deng Jinghang fondled her nose. She then watched as Jiang Yunzhen shook her head.

Noticing Deng Jinghang's doubtful gaze, Jiang Yunzhen quietly lowered her eyelids and said, "Before, forget about catching a cold, even the other serious illnesses that I could not tolerate were all resisted by myself in the dorm."

Suddenly, there was someone who took her seriously. That feeling of warmth was difficult to describe with words.

could feel Jiang Yunzhen's weakness in her embrace, and clenched her fingers tightly, "Don't worry, in the future, with me accompanying you, I will definitely not leave you with no one to rely on."

Qin Fan did not act like a light bulb and took the initiative to go and register, Jiang Yunzhen laid her head on Deng Jinghang's chest, the atmosphere was originally quite good, but was suddenly cut off by the sound of her phone ringing.

Realizing that it was his own phone, Jiang Yunzhen moved from Deng Jinghang's bosom to grab it, but she was stopped by Deng Jinghang. Deng Jinghang took out her phone from her jacket, and the caller ID showed that it was from her father.

Jiang Yunzhen naturally nodded. Originally, she had escaped halfway through it, there was no need to cause her family to worry … If her family would be worried.

Seeing the complex look in Jiang Yunzhen's eyes, Deng Jinghang understood the gist of it and helped him to pick up the call.

"It's raining so heavily, where did you run off to?" The Chiang Fu frowned and spoke unhappily, but he could still hear the Semen Gentianae's impatient voice, "Since you're willing to run, then let her go, who cares what she does, I need your concern …"

Jiang Yunzhen touched her head and indicated that he was fine, trying to keep his voice as cold as possible, "Yunzhe is with me now, if there's nothing else, we won't go back for now. I'll arrange for people to clean up Yunzhe's things in the next few days, I'll definitely pay the two elders a visit when there's time."

After saying that, he retracted his thread, and didn't hear the Chiang Fu continue to speak. Jiang Yunzhen lifted his somewhat pale face, "My father … What did he say? "

Deng Jinghang's eyes were filled with gentleness, he rubbed her hair and said, "I'll have to ask if you're going back."

If Jiang Yunzhen knew about Semen Gentianae's words, she would inevitably be sad. Naturally, Deng Jinghang would not say it out loud, he sat there with Jiang Yunzhen and waited for her to register and then check the ingredients. The doctor initially said that there should be a few bottles of water, but Deng Jinghang said that there was no need for it.

After all, the private doctors in his house were much better than the hospitals in these small towns.

In the following period of time, Jiang Yunzhen felt that she had personally witnessed a Deng Jinghang that many people would never see — after all, an opportunity to drink the porridge personally cooked by the Director Deng was not something that outsiders could casually have.

He warned them not to enter the house carelessly. Staring at the pots and pans, he suddenly thought of something. Deng Zhidong seemed to have cooked pretty well, so he decisively gave him a video call.

"With just you? To cook? " Deng Jinghang explained his purpose for coming here, then Deng Zhidong started to laugh non-stop. Deng Jinghang squinted his eyes to look at the smiling Deng Zhidong who was laughing non-stop, and couldn't help but clench his teeth.

Forcefully suppressing the urge to curse, he asked coldly, "Are you done laughing?"

"Not yet. Why don't you wait a bit and call me back later?"

Deng Jinghang's eyes darkened as he felt the other party on the verge of going berserk. Deng Zhidong forcefully suppressed his laughter, "Big Brother, you're my blood brother. Seeing you like this, I'm happy for you."

"Is your house manager happy at the schadenfreude?" Seemingly something had come from that side, Deng Jinghang muttered a curse in a low voice, and in the end, spoke indifferently towards Deng Zhidong, "It's muddled again."

It was rare for Deng Zhidong to see his brother wash his hands and make the broth, so he could not help but take liberties with him a little.

… ….

After a while, when Deng Jinghang was pouring the porridge in the pot, the auntie who was in charge of cooking walked in, "Young Master … There's a smell of something in the kitchen, could it be … " Deng Jinghang's face turned cold, seeing that Deng Zhidong who was on the verge of losing control of himself, he decisively hung up the call, "It's fine, has Yun Zhe finished hanging up his phone?"

Ye Zichen kicked the trash can that was full of failed products to the side, then walked expressionlessly towards the top of the building.

On the other side, Deng Zhidong was holding a cup of water and standing at the side looking out of the window of the office building — — To be able to make Deng Jinghang cook porridge, Jiang Yunzhen was really not an ordinary person.

was wrapped in a blanket and curled up on the bed. Deng Jinghang's bed was even carrying a bit of the cold fragrance that was unique to him, as he rubbed his face against the dark colored bed sheets and blankets. Suddenly, he couldn't help but be curious as to how this person came back to life before he became so angry.

He had been sick recently and had almost no appetite to eat, which made her feel that it was light in her mouth. Suddenly, she smelled the rich fragrance of the porridge, and immediately she felt hunger in her stomach. She shifted her arm and sat up, the towel on her forehead fell off, and she blinked helplessly.

"He's lying down well, why did he get up?" Seeing her actions, Deng Jinghang put down the bowl of porridge and gently helped Jiang Yunzhen lie down.

His actions were really too gentle, and Jiang Yunzhen couldn't help but squint her eyes in comfort. Recently, it had always been Deng Jinghang taking care of her, although his Director Deng was really too clumsy in this area, that kind of warm feeling almost moved Jiang Yunzhen to the point of tears.