"Ahem!"

Song Qi was woken up by the sound of coughing.

When he opened his eyes, he saw An Qin standing beside the bed with a pale face, looking at him faintly and the glutinous rice balls in his arms.

Blinking his eyes, Song Qi asked expressionlessly: "Do you want to kill me or sleep with me?"

"Ahem!"

An Qin coughed and then asked hoarsely: "Didn't you say you were leaving? Why are you still here?"

"Your door was broken down. There are so many bad guys now. What if something happens?"

Song Qi looked at her. She had put on a new set of professional clothes, her hair was exuding the fragrance of shampoo, but she had not put on makeup, and her lips looked bloodless.

"Do you have a cold? Your voice is so hoarse."

Song Qi suddenly asked.

An Qin hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "I have a bit of a fever."

"well!"

Sighing, Song Qi handed the glutinous rice balls curled up into a ball and snoring to her, and said: "Go out and wait for me. I will get dressed and take you to the hospital."

An Qin took the glutinous rice balls and subconsciously walked out the door.

Suddenly, she suddenly realized, was Song Qi ordering her?

Why should she obey?

Turning back, she said with a straight face: "I just need to take some medicine. You pack your things and send me to the company."

Song Qi glanced at her and lifted the quilt.

"ah!"

An Qin exclaimed, hugged the glutinous rice balls and ran out: "Pervert!"

"What a dirty thought! I'm wearing clothes!"

Song Qi curled his lips, stood up and stretched.

After putting away the things he had packed, Song Qi picked up his bag and came to the living room.

An Qin hugged the glutinous rice balls and sat on the sofa, lost in thought.

"Meow~!"

Seeing Song Qi appear, Tang Yuan broke away from An Qin's hand and ran over.

"Why?"

An Qin raised his hand, only to see Tang Yuan jump up and climb up by Song Qi's trouser legs.

"Hiss! Be gentle."

It hurt a little from Tangyuan's claws, so Song Qi picked it up, went to the cattery, and put it in a cat cage.

It has a history of opening the door on its own, so it is not safe to just keep it in a cattery.

Returning to the living room, Song Qi waved to An Qin: "Let's go!"

With a straight face, An Qin picked up her bag and walked towards the door first.

When she came to the door, the sofa was blocking the door. She grabbed the armrest of the sofa and tried to pull it open, but she was so weak after catching a cold that she couldn't pull it after pulling twice.

"I'll do it!"

Song Qi shook his head and stepped forward, found a rope, and wrapped it around the legs of the sofa. He and An Qin went out, put the rope out from under the door, and pulled hard, so that the sofa blocked the door from the inside.

"Let's make do with this for now! Just go back and find someone from a locksmith company to repair the door lock." Song Qi clapped his hands, wound the rope and put it aside.

An Qin looked at him suspiciously and asked, "Where did you learn that?"

"Learned it from a primary school student named Conan."

Song Qi said casually, stretched out his hand and said, "I won't open the Baoju anymore. I left the key in the guest bedroom. Give me Fudi's key. You can just drive it back later."

An Qin didn't say anything, just took out the car key and handed it to Song Qi.

Song Qi drove the car over and pulled her to the entrance of the property.

"Wait for me."

Song Qi got out of the car and entered the property. He came out after a while and got in the car again.

After starting the car and driving out, Song Qi said: "I told the property management that the lock on your door is broken, so let the security guard pay more attention."

An Qin was stunned for a moment when she heard this. She didn't expect this.

The car drove onto the airport expressway and had to go straight ahead for more than 20 kilometers.

The car was quiet and a little boring. Song Qi glanced at An Qin who was silent and asked, "How old are the glutinous rice balls?"

"One year and two months old."

"Oh, what kind is it? It looks quite cute."

"Do you like it? I like giving it to you."

Listening to her choking tone, Song Qi smiled and asked deliberately: "Are you jealous of him because he is closer to me?"

"Drive your car!"

An Qin said angrily and raised his hand to cover his forehead.

Song Qi smiled, said no more, and continued to drive forward.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

An Qin covered her forehead and coughed from time to time.

Song Qi looked twice, then turned the steering wheel and drove off the elevated highway.

"Not yet."

An Qin reminded him.

"I know."

Song Qi didn't say much. After a while, he drove to the Third People's Hospital, which is the hospital closest to An Qin's home.

Seeing the hospital's door sign, An Qin frowned and said, "I just need to take some medicine. I don't need to go to the hospital."

Song Qi ignored her, parked the car in the parking lot, and ordered: "Get out of the car!"

When An Qin saw this, he could only get out of the car.

Song Qi took her to the hospital lobby, took her ID card, and registered a number for her. Song Qi took her to the outpatient clinic upstairs and waited.

Sitting on the bench, An Qin hesitated for a long time, then suddenly said: "You don't have to help me like this, I am a single person."

Song Qi looked back at her doubtfully, curled his lips and laughed, then said lazily: "You feel too good about yourself, don't you? Not every man who helps you wants to chase you."

"Then why are you so nice to me?" An Qin asked subconsciously.

"I think you're pitiful." Song Qi replied casually.

An Qin's expression changed and she said coldly: "I don't need your pity!"

With that said, she was about to get up and leave, but Song Qi pulled her back.

"Don't run around, there are only two numbers left."

Song Qi pointed at the display screen.

An Qin couldn't get away from him, so she could only sit back on the chair with a cold face, but turned away and didn't look at him.

Song Qi didn't care, let go of his hand, leaned back on the chair, and waited.

After a long while, he whispered as if mumbling to himself: "Look around! At least you still have relatives..."

When An Qin heard this, he couldn't help but be stunned.

What do you mean I still have relatives?

Doesn’t Song Qi have any relatives?

She recalled it and suddenly discovered that since Song Qi came to the company three years ago, Song Qi had not mentioned going home for the New Year in the past few years, nor had he reimbursed his travel tickets. Could it be that...

The anger in her heart suddenly disappeared, replaced by a trace of uneasiness.

"arrive."

Song Qi suddenly stood up, took her arm, and walked to the clinic.

An Qin subconsciously wanted to break free, but hesitated for a moment and made no move. She let Song Qi pull her into the clinic.

The doctor at the outpatient clinic examined her, listened to her lung sounds, asked her to take a X-ray, and did a test, and finally judged: "You have pneumonia caused by a cold. Your fever is already 39 degrees.

It is best to receive infusion treatment in the hospital.”

"Will it be better if I take medicine?"
To be continued...