The driver started the car and Dijue's car followed behind him. It was not until he drove several streets that he got rid of the paparazzi following him.

In the car, Mo Nanjue leaned sideways on the seat cushion. He was soaked, as if he had been fished out of the water. Tong Ran helped him unbutton his shirt and simply tore the shirt off him.

Then he took out the spare shirt from the back of the car and put it on for him after a lot of effort.

Wearing these wet clothes will definitely catch a cold.

After changing, Tong Ran took the wet tissue and wiped the sweat on his forehead, then patted his face, "Mo Nanjue?"

The man pursed his thin lips tightly, obviously unable to hear what she said.

Tong Ran reached out and touched his forehead. His face was pale, but the temperature was still shockingly hot. She bit her lips and retracted her hand, "Do you still feel pain?"

How could it happen so easily...

Didn't Chen An say half a year to three years?

Has the time been shortened? Or...is there any trigger for the attack?

"Water..." The man leaning to the side raised his head slightly and suddenly shouted this word.

"Do you want a drink of water?" Tong Ran quickly took the mineral water bottle next to him, unscrewed the cap and handed it to his lips, "Drink slowly, it's cold. You can drink hot water later when you get back."

But when the water was put to the man's lips, he couldn't get it in.

Some of it was fed in, and a large part slid down the corners of the delicate mouth.

If you drink like this, your shirt will be in vain again...

Tong Ran wiped the corners of his mouth, then took a large mouthful of water, held down his neck, and pointed the water towards the source.

Feeling the source of sweetness, Mo Nanjue frowned lightly in comfort, swallowing the warm water bit by bit. The hand hanging by his side involuntarily lifted up and hugged Tong Ran's shoulders.

After feeding him a sip of water until the end, the man's throat could no longer suppress the slight rolling. He tightened his grip on Tong Ran's shoulder with a bit of force, as if he was relieving something.

Tong Ran knew that this would make him feel much more comfortable, so he did not refuse and allowed him to grab her crazily.

…

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the entrance of Dihao Longyuan.

When getting out of the car, the servant wanted to help Mo Nanjue down, but the man held Tong Ran's waist tightly and refused to let go. In the end, Tong Ran had no choice but to help him to the master bedroom on the third floor with the help of the servant.

After receiving the notice, Chen An turned back directly from the way to Qianhuan.

Needless to say, he must have been blocked halfway on the road.

Tong Ran turned off the central air conditioner in the master bedroom and opened the window to let in fresh air.

When Chen An arrived, Mo Nanjue had already put on clean home clothes. The man was lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, while Tong Ran sat on the edge of the bed and wiped him carefully with a towel.

Sweating, I would touch his forehead with my face from time to time to make sure he was still feverish.

This scene was so beautiful that Chen An couldn't bear to break it.

He suddenly felt a little envious of Mo Nanjue and envied him for having a woman who cared about him so much.

Butler Zhou walked in with his things and saw Chen An standing there motionless. He thought he was not easy to disturb, so he opened his mouth and said to Tong Ran, "Miss Tong, Master An is here."

Tong Ran suddenly stood up from the bed, lowered his head and walked forward, "You... help him take a look first, I... I'll wring the towel."
Chapter completed!