The servant hurriedly went to get the alarm clock...

Ximen Longting swiped his palm, his handsome eyebrows furrowed, and he stared at the hour hand on the alarm clock for a long time, even counting with his hands.

4 o'clock... is really early.

He was relieved and threw the alarm clock aside: "Set it to 7 o'clock and wake me up."

Wilson picked up the alarm clock and turned the clock: "It's set, Master."

"One is not enough!"

"Master, when the time comes, I will wake you up..."

"Ten, go find ten alarm clocks and come here!" Ximen Longting grabbed Wilson's collar, "I'm not sick, I'm fine!"

"Yes." Wilson was almost out of breath.

He couldn't say that Jing Jiaren had already left in Leng Lintian's chair, and she wouldn't go to the theater at all.

At the same time, he also understood Ximen Longting's temperament. Once he went to the theater to wait, it would be normal for him to wait all night if Jing Jiaren did not go.

But the doctor also said that Ximen Longting's fever was 40°8, which had reached the critical point. If he didn't take good treatment to bring down the fever, he would probably become a fool after waiting in the opera house all night.

Wilson indeed listened to Ximen Longting on everything, but he could also prioritize certain things.

"I will ask someone to get ten alarm clocks. Master, even if the world ends, I will wake you up on time?"

Ximen Longting finally let go of his hand, and a violent cough made his body heave.

The disease comes like a mountain...

The healthier you are at ordinary times, the less likely you are to get sick, but when you get sick, you will be particularly serious.

It seems as if the previous cold weather will break out during this time period.

Wilson touched Ximen Longting's forehead, which was hot and showed no signs of subsidence.

He worriedly picked up a new ice pack and put it on Ximen Longting's forehead...

"Take it away!" Ximen Longting didn't appreciate it, "I'm fine!"

"Master, if you get better from your high fever quickly and go see Miss Jing, she won't be worried?"

Hearing the next sentence, Ximen Longting pursed his lips and remained silent. He was so sick that he couldn't even stand still. It would be too embarrassing to stagger to see Jing Jiaren...

Wilson put the ice pack away and advised him to close his eyes and rest.

The potion was supposed to help with sleep. Ximen Longting closed his eyes sleepily, his long eyelashes folded, casting beautiful shadows.

"Is the suit ironed?" he asked vaguely.

Wilson responded: "It's ironed."

"shoe……"

"The shoes are also polished, Master."

Ximen Longting's lips moved, but he couldn't hear anything else he said.

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Everyone should watch the young master carefully. Don't allow him to wander around. Always pay attention to his high fever. Don't allow anything to go wrong!"

…

Eight o'clock in the evening.

The Mill Opera House exudes sacred and warm yellow light, with long stairs, a god holding a palace lantern with one hand, and a majestic and glorious building.

Fortunately, Ximen Longting did not reserve the venue, otherwise it would be too boring.

Jing Jiaren arrived on time. Wilson gave her a membership card before leaving, but she forgot to take it out...

Leng Lintian stopped a couple who were about to enter the venue, bought the tickets from them, and handed them to Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren looked at him hesitantly, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Are you afraid that I will follow you?"

"..."

"I'll wait for you outside. Come in."

Jing Jiaren's mood was extremely complicated and she said, "Thank you."
Chapter completed!