When Song Xiang handed the things to Yan Han, she left her uneasy heart in the hands of the most trustworthy person. No matter what, she told herself that she would just wait for the result.
She couldn't have been in a worse situation.
Just as he was thinking about it, Rong Boye suddenly sneezed.
She came to her senses and stopped immediately, "What's wrong with you?"
Rong Boye frowned and put the mask he had pulled down for drinking tea back on, "It's okay..."
Song Xiang didn't look like she was okay and turned to look at Rong Zhe.
Rong Zhe said nothing and quietly pointed his finger at the flower field next to him.
Song Xiang understood immediately, "Pollen?"
She remembered that when she came yesterday, Rong Boye was still taking oxygen, saying he was clearing his lungs.
How could such a patient come to the flower field?
She patted her forehead and quickly changed direction, "Let's go back."
Rong Boye coughed and said, "It's okay, just watch it for a while."
Song Xiang shook his head and said firmly, "We'll see you again when you feel better."
Rong Boye remained silent and did not refute.
The team immediately changed direction and returned to the manor along the original road.
Walking through the woods, looking from a distance, it seemed that there was a row of cars pressing against the door.
Song Xiang squinted and noticed the people getting out of the car.
It seems to be...Ji Yu?
She thought for a moment and concluded that Chu Xun and his wife were probably here to see Rong Boye.
Just as she was about to push her forward, Rong Boye raised his hand and covered the back of her hand with his palm.
"Girl, go through the side door."
"Ah...oh."
Song Xiang was confused at first, and then listened to Rong Boye's words without asking any more questions.
She pushed Rong Boye out of the side door, while Rong Zhe walked towards Chu Xun and Ji Yu in the original direction.
Entering the manor, the vegetation was flourishing, and although there were flowers, there were no large seas of flowers. As expected, Rong Boye did not sneeze again, but kept coughing lightly.
After returning to the small building, the Spanish doctor came over and started scolding him. Song Xiang couldn't understand a word and just laughed to the end.
Unexpectedly, the doctor didn't give up and called a tough nurse to translate into Chinese.
The nurse's Chinese was poor, but she missed every important point.
"You! It's not good to take care of Mr. Rong! Idiot! Stupid donkey!"
Song Xiang: "..."
She opened her mouth, but couldn't find anything to say. When she saw Rong Boye kept coughing, she felt that something was wrong with her.
He curled his lips, stood aside knowingly, and looked for opportunities to help.
The doctor kept nagging and talked a lot. Finally, Rong Boye didn't want to listen anymore and winked at Song Xiang.
Song Xiang understood and quickly closed the door while the doctor was leaving.
She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, turned around, and saw Rong Boye looking at her with a smile in his eyes.
"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry, I was too reckless and I shouldn't have let you out."
Rong Boye looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "If you don't go out, you won't be able to drink such good tea."
Song Xiang: "..."
She clasped her hands behind her back, licked her mouth like a kid who had been caught, and stood aside without speaking.
After a long time, she said again: "It doesn't seem difficult to make lemon black tea. If you want to drink it, I can learn it."
Rong Boye thought of her and Nan Qing's identical cooking skills and shook his head, "No need."
In some areas, talent is necessary.
Song Xiang wanted to struggle again, but Rong Zhe knocked on the door outside and said, "Sir, the young master is here. He has something very important to see you."
"Then I'll go out first." Song Xiang said quickly.
Rong Boye glanced at her and said, "What do you want to eat tonight? Tell the kitchen and let them cook it for you."
Song Xiang nodded, walked to the door, and asked again: "What do you want to eat?"
Rong Boye thought for a moment, "...instant noodles."