"How is Miss?"

"The blood pressure is low and the high fever persists. It's better to go to the hospital."

"But Miss has never liked going to the hospital."

"The medical equipment here is not enough, so it is safer to go to the hospital."

Chu Qiao was confused with fever, and there was a buzzing in her ears. Faintly, she saw Xu Shan's face, "Miss, I will take you to the hospital."

"I...don't go to the hospital..." Chu Qiao refused softly.

"Miss, I'm sorry." Xu Shan apologized awkwardly and immediately ordered a servant to put on clothes for her.

Then several people worked together to help Chu Qiao downstairs.

The car drove into Jingyuan and was already waiting at the entrance of the mansion.

"Be careful, don't hurt Miss." Xu Shan directed everyone and helped Chu Qiao into the car.

Chu Qiao's body was hot, her mind was blank, and she was helpless at their mercy. As soon as she got into the car, she fell back on the chair.

Xu Shan immediately sat in and put a blanket on her with concern.

Chu Qiao's eyes were looking out of the car window in confusion. The car shook and started the engine, and that bright red light came into her eyes.

This year's roses finally bloomed.

"It's May." Chu Qiao murmured.

Chu Qiao has always remembered that in the quiet garden in May of that year, the roses were blooming brilliantly.

Clusters of bright red colors all bloomed in Chu Qiao's eyes.

It was in that year that Chu Qiao, who had just turned eighteen, made a decision.

——She is married.

It was registered abroad.

It is a country located on the highlands in the northwest corner of Rome, the capital of Italy. The Vatican is bordered by Italy on all sides. It is a country called China.

Chu Qiao sat in the car and headed towards the city.

Along the road, you can see those majestic and surprising exotic buildings. Gothic style. Follow the wall and look up at the spire above. The higher you look up, the more tapered it becomes. The more decorations, the more exquisite it is. The sharp

The small spire seems to be piercing the sky. But the power of piercing the sky has a unique charm that cannot be expressed in words.

In an inconspicuous chapel in the Vatican, Chu Qiao got married.

No wedding, no guests, no blessings.

They made their vows in front of the priest and signed their names on the marriage document.

The priest told her that she was already his wife.

This is how Chu Qiao got married.

"Now, the groom can kiss your bride." Finally, the priest said.

Chu Qiao's body was gently supported by him, and he brought her towards him with just a slight movement. The colorful glazed glass on the roof of the church shed direct sunlight. All those mottled and gorgeous lights and shadows fell on it.

On his face, before Chu Qiao had time to take a closer look, his face was getting closer and closer to her.

His cool lips immediately fell on hers.

The curvature of the corner of the mouth was a hint of light but far away, and Chu Qiao couldn't help but be startled.

"Chu Qiao, from now on, you are mine." He whispered, as if he was announcing, but more like telling her that she no longer belonged to him.

Chu Qiao raised her head, her eyes passed over his lips, and then she continued to look up.

For a moment, she met his eyes.

They were a pair of dark, deep eyes with slightly curved corners and a gentle smile, but Chu Qiao didn't feel any warmth in his eyes.

As cool as his lips and his kiss.

The sun suddenly became hot and bright, and those colorful rays of light became even more intense. They shined through the glass and covered his face in an instant, making it blurry and transparent.

Chu Qiao had an unreal feeling.

She really married this man.

…

"Miss? Miss, are you awake?" There were concerned calls in my ears.

Chu Qiao woke up from her sleep. Her consciousness was still unclear, and the scene in her eyes was also unclear. It seemed that she had not recovered from the dream. She opened her eyes, and immediately her eyes narrowed. At this moment

The sunlight was as bright as in the dream, so dazzling.

It took Chu Qiao a long time to regain her thoughts. She looked at the person beside the bed and said, "Secretary Xu, I'm troubling you again."

"You're too polite." Xu Shan smiled and asked, "Miss, what do you think?"

"It's okay, please help me up."

Xu Shan immediately helped Chu Qiao up, and carefully raised the pillow for her so that she could lean on it comfortably, "Miss, your fever is too severe this time. I know you don't like to come to the hospital, but Dr. Fang said

Well, it’s safer to come to the hospital.”

Chu Qiao was half lying on the hospital bed, and after listening to her words quietly, she said, "Well, I don't blame you, thank you."

Xu Shan smiled and said, "Miss, you must be hungry. I'll prepare something for you."

Xu Shan's movements are always very agile and quick, and the food is ready immediately.

Chu Qiao washed herself, then sat on the bed and ate quietly.

"The doctor said, miss, it's best for you to drink clear porridge now."

Chu Qiao ate the light and fragrant rice porridge and several exquisite and delicious side dishes silently. Xu Shan looked at her from the side, and then suddenly said, "My husband specially asked the driver to buy these side dishes from Jingfuxuan

It’s for you. The lady likes to eat here, sir, you know.”

Xu Shan is his personal secretary. In addition to being responsible for some of his business affairs, she is also responsible for taking care of her.

Many times, Xu Shan would relay the discussions between Chu Qiao and him.

Xu Shan is very responsible and has taken good care of her over the years.

Just like this time, she had a high fever and the person who sent her to the hospital was her, his secretary.

Chu Qiao just drank the porridge without saying anything else, and gave a faint "en".

Xu Shan noticed that her expression was still neither cold nor indifferent, and it was hard to say whether she was happy or not.

After drinking the porridge, Dr. Fang came for a check-up and said, "Your fever has gone down. You just need to have a good rest and don't catch a cold again."

"Doctor Fang, can I be discharged from the hospital?" Chu Qiao asked.

"I suggest you stay for two more days."

"Fang Jing, you just said that as long as you have a good rest and don't catch a cold again, don't worry, I will pay attention." Chu Qiao smiled lightly, but she changed her words and called him by his name.

Fang Jing is the attending doctor of this hospital and his personal doctor. In the past few years, besides Xu Shan, Fang Jing has been beside Chu Qiao. One takes care of her daily life, and the other takes care of her physical illness. Such meticulous care

, but also built a defensive wall.

"But Mr. Mo..." Fang Jing was in a dilemma.

"If there is any problem with Mr. Mo, I will be responsible for it myself." Chu Qiao's tone was very calm, but it was filled with irresistible persistence and determination.

Fang Jing and Xu Shan looked at each other. They were helpless and had to obey her in the end.

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Chu Qiao was discharged from the hospital on the same day.

Chu Qiao returned to Jingyuan and did not go out for several days.

Chu Qiao's life is peaceful, or even boring.

Before marrying him, Chu Qiao lived a comfortable life. She was born into a wealthy family. Her grandfather and father were both businessmen and successful people. After marrying him, Chu Qiao still lived a life of having enough clothes to put out her hands and food to open her mouth. Five years ago, Chu Qiao

I married him at the age of eighteen and continued to study in college.

After four years of college, Chu Qiao successfully graduated and then lived in Jingyuan.

I lived like this for five full years.

Everything happened in an orderly manner, and it was boring to the point of being the same.

Just like this time, it is mid-May, and the roses are in full bloom, as they are every year.

Chu Qiao stood on the balcony on the third floor of the mansion, standing alone and looking at the flowers blooming in the sun. The balcony was sealed and imported glass was chosen to be windproof, rainproof, and said to be bulletproof. Chu Qiao stretched out her

He reached out and touched it gently. His fingertips felt the temperature transmitted by the sunlight, and also felt the thick feeling of the glass.

Chu Qiao's slender figure was covered by the glass, and her face was vaguely reflected.

Thin, white, without a smile.

Chu Qiao raised her head and looked at the sky.
To be continued...