"You are crazy, let me go!" The feeling of weightlessness on your shoulders made Song Zhiyuan dare not move at all.

She just hopes that Zhou Qichuan can calm down and know what she is doing.

"Ding!" is the sound of the elevator coming.

Thinking that He Wu and the others arrived, Song Zhiyuan was about to speak when he heard a burst of rapid footsteps approaching.

Then, a familiar and gentle voice sounded, "Mr. Zhou, please let go of my fiancée."

That's the time.

Song Zhiyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. Before she could think too much, a man's sneer came from her ear.

"I haven't been engaged yet, where did I get my fiancée?"

Judging from his attitude, Shi Yan was too lazy to be polite and turned a cold face, "The invitation to the engagement banquet was sent to your company's email a few days ago."

He sent an invitation to Xunke?

Song Zhiyuan remembered that she had actually discussed whether to invite Xunke to a banquet.

According to her intention, it was not invited.

Even if the person who came to the engagement banquet was not Zhou Qichuan, it would be Yang Mingyu or his brothers.

No matter who it is, the scene will not be very good.

Seeing that Song Zhiyuan's body was a little stiff, Zhou Qichuan seemed to have thought of something, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Young Master Shi is generous."

These words were like a loud slap in the face, slapped Song Zhiyuan hard on the face.

Hot.

Shi Yan's face turned pale and explained, "The invitation was sent by the company."

But it is too unconvincing to say this now.

Worried that Song Zhiyuan was so uncomfortable being carried on his shoulder, he couldn't help frowning, "What do you mean by Mr. Zhou? You can say slowly after that, let the person down first."

"What if I say no?" No one knows Song Zhiyuan's body flexibility better than Zhou Qichuan.

Similarly, no one was more afraid that she would be hurt or sad than him.

When Shi Yan heard this, his face became more and more ugly, and his hands hanging beside him clenched into fists.

He is enduring.

If you don’t do it, you can’t swallow this. But if you do it, you are worried that it will hurt Song Zhiyuan.

"I feel uncomfortable." Just as the two of them were in a stalemate, a weak voice suddenly rang out.

Song Zhiyuan couldn't stand it anymore.

She had a bad stomach at first. After eating, Zhou Qichuan's shoulder bones were hard, which just happened to hit her stomach.

At first I was dizzy, but now when I came to my senses, I felt a twitching pain in my stomach.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qichuan reacted first, quickly put her down from her shoulders and held her in her arms.

Song Zhiyuan's face turned pale because of pain. She covered her stomach with her handrail. She opened her eyes hard and cursed, "Zhou Qichuan, your uncle!"

After saying that, a more severe pain came, which made her whole body curled up tightly like a ripe shrimp.

Zhou Qichuan was frightened, came to his senses, and hurriedly hugged her and ran into the elevator.

Shi Yan followed closely, "Zhi Yuan's stomach is not good, so he must have not had breakfast in the morning."

He didn't think about it, and Zhou Qichuan was annoyed. But now, it's not the time to care about this with him.

The elevator soon arrived at the garage below. Zhou Qichuan held Song Zhiyuan and had no choice but to drive, so he had to get into Shi Yan's car with a dark face.

Looking at Song Zhiyuan, who was sweating in her arms, Zhou Qichuan was extremely upset and wished he could suffer for her.

He began to regret that he shouldn't have treated her like that just now.

Shi Yan's car speed was already very fast, but in his eyes, it was as slow as a turtle climbing.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Zhou Qichuan raised his hand to help Song Zhiyuan wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked at her uncomfortable appearance and felt like a knife.

If Song Zhiyuan was rational and sober, she would have mistakenly thought she was going to die when she saw him being the same.

Looking at Zhou Qichuan's anxious expression through the rearview mirror, Shi Yan pursed his lips and drove silently.

Soon, the hospital arrived.

Shi Yan's car just stopped

Stable, Zhou Qichuan got out of the car next, then picked up Song Zhiyuan and ran quickly towards the emergency department.

The speed was so fast that he had only had time to touch a corner of Song Zhiyuan's clothes.

Looking at Zhou Qichuan's back as he ran away, Shi Yan suddenly understood something.

At the same time, I also understand the reason why Song Zhiyuan didn't let him go after being separated for so long.

"This lady is acute gastritis caused by long-term irregular diet and lack of sleep, and needs to be hospitalized for several days." After a series of examinations, the doctor's expression was a bit complicated.

Just now, Zhou Qichuan rushed in with someone in his arms. He thought that the patient in his arms had eaten something he shouldn't have eaten and his life was in danger.

After thinking about it, he added, "As long as you take care of acute gastritis, it will not affect your normal life, and there will be no danger."

Zhou Qichuan then breathed a sigh of relief, thanked the doctor, and returned to the ward.

As soon as I opened the door, my face suddenly became cold.

Shi Yan, who was sitting outside waiting, was now holding a wet towel and wiping Song Zhiyuan's forehead lightly.

His movements were obviously normal, but in Zhou Qichuan's eyes, this was not the case.

Hearing the movement, Shi Yan turned his head and looked calm and said, "Zhi Yuan took the medicine and fell asleep."

"Yes." Zhou Qichuan nodded perfunctorily, too lazy to give him a redundant look.

He walked over, reached out to explore the temperature of Song Zhiyuan's forehead, and naturally pushed Shi Yan's hand holding the towel away.

Fortunately, I didn't have a fever.

Perhaps it was because of the unique tacit understanding between men. Shi Yan ignored his almost childish behavior and stood up, "I have class in the afternoon, so I'll ask Mr. Zhou to take care of Zhiyuan."

"Are you sure?" Zhou Qichuan frowned, unable to see what he was selling in the gourd.

He wasn't worried that he would just carry the person and leave?

Shi Yan nodded and curled his lips slightly, "Zhou Junzi, and Yuan Yuan's "friend". I feel relieved to have you take care of her."

Fucking friends!

Zhou Qichuan couldn't help but curse in his heart and said coldly, "I will take good care of her."

"It's trouble." Shi Yan left a polite word and turned around and left.

He was sure of eating, and Zhou Qichuan was reluctant to let Song Zhiyuan, who was uncomfortable, follow him on a plane, and the long distance was bumpy.

When the effect of the medicine faded, Song Zhiyuan woke up and it was already evening that day.

When she opened her eyes and saw Zhou Qichuan, she thought she was dreaming, and she curled her lips sarcastically, "I haven't been tossing enough during the day, but I actually chased her into the dream. Childish!"

Zhou Qichuan raised his eyebrows with fun, "Trouble?"

Thinking of her dream, Song Zhiyuan rolled her eyes at him, "It's really a dog, she has no problem at all, she will chew it up."

She gasped in the air conditioner when she spoke and she pulled the corner of her mouth.

Could it be that she accidentally bit the meat inside when she bit him today?

Song Zhiyuan was thinking, but suddenly was stunned.

If it was in a dream, why would she feel pain?

"Who chews who?" Zhou Qichuan chuckled, and his tongue swept across the slightly red and swollen lips.

Although it hurts, my heart is sweet.

After awakening, Song Zhiyuan turned his face away and said nothing, obviously he didn't want to pay attention to him.

After a day of calmness, Zhou Qichuan also realized that he was too impulsive today and sighed softly, "Yuan Yuan, I'm sorry."
Chapter completed!