Marry a shrewd wife: I will listen to you, wife

Fortunately, before she moved into the apartment, she prepared all kinds of medicines in advance, for fear of emergencies when she lived alone.

However, even after taking the medicine, I still feel extremely uncomfortable.

She rarely catches a cold, which is why she has no resistance when the disease strikes.

Li Muran had a spare key to the apartment, opened the door, and saw his brother rushing in again, with an inexplicably murderous demeanor.

Shaking his head, to get rid of strange thoughts, Li Muran walked to the door and followed silently.

"Ah Xuan?" Li Shangming's voice was full of worry.

When he got closer, Yan Qingyao closed her eyes tightly, her lips were pale, but her cheeks were frighteningly red. Without even thinking about it, she raised her arms and hugged her, and walked out of the room quickly.

Li Muran was startled: "Brother, what are you doing?"

While walking, Li Shangming explained: "She is very hot all over."

After hearing this, Li Muran hurried to the front to open the door, and touched the forehead of the woman in his arms, her hand shrank from the heat, and her lips were pursed tightly.

I was a little annoyed in my heart, this girl came out to live and didn't take care of herself.

"You get in the car first." Li Shangming held Yan Qingyao firmly and raised his chin.

Li Muran knew what he meant, so he sat in the back without saying a word.

Only then did Li Shangming carefully send Yan Qingyao into the car, and let him lie on the back seat with Li Muran's thigh on his head.

He went around to the driver's seat, and while starting the car, he spoke very quickly: "Mu Ran, contact your brother Bai."

Li Muran was gently pulling Yan Qingyao's forehead hair behind her ears with her hands, when she heard this, her hands paused, her mouth trembled, but she didn't say anything.

Looking down at the drowsy Yan Qingyao, he sighed again in his heart.

Her brother really valued A Xuan, but he sent out Brother Bai just because of a fever!
Who would have thought that she wouldn't dare to bother Brother Bai even if she had minor illnesses or injuries.

Tang Bai, who became famous at a young age, is recognized as a medical genius. The office he runs only treats difficult and miscellaneous diseases. He is also a senior brother with Li Shangming. He stipulates that he only sees five people a day. Anyone who successfully renews his contract can be treated. The most comprehensive medical screening in the world.

It's not that Li Shangming doesn't have confidence in his medical methods, it's just that the hospitals that belong to him are all in the city center, and it takes nearly an hour to drive there.

And the closest to Yan Qingyao's apartment is Tang Bai's office.

Tang Bai himself is very stuffy and doesn't like to talk. Anyone who gets close to him will feel that the blood is blocked, but his face is very feminine, and he is more beautiful than a woman.

Li Shangming parked the car, picked up Yan Qingyao and went upstairs.

Li Muran was a little apprehensive, God knows, she was terrified when she saw Tang Bai's face, and now her body was so stiff that she couldn't move.

I had to yell at Li Shangming from a distance: "Brother, that, I won't go up, I'll wait for you here."

As for whether Li Shangming heard it, she didn't know.

"Brother, please." Li Shangming put him in a ward comparable to a five-star hotel, turned around and said to a man in a white coat exuding a cool aura.

Tang Bai glanced at him: "En."

He could conclude that Yan Qingyao just had a fever just by looking at it. Although it was a bit insulting to his reputation, he still checked her thoroughly in the name of being a fellow apprentice.

Afterwards, Li Shangming stayed by Yan Qingyao's side and was relieved when she felt her body temperature drop.

Li Muran waited upstairs for a long time, but there was no news, and he was a little worried. He had no choice but to go upstairs under pressure.

Unfortunately, she bumped into Tang Bai directly.

"Brother Bai." For the first time, Li Muran's bright temper was restrained.

When Tang Bai saw her, a deep meaning flashed in his eyes almost invisible.

Seeing him standing in front of him and not speaking, Li Muran felt a little uneasy, so he shrank his neck and said, "Hey, that, Brother Bai, I'm going to see my friend."

After finishing speaking, she dodged as fast as she could, as if some beast was chasing her.

Tang Bai stood in a daze for a while before pacing away.

It was just a fever caused by a cold, but Yan Qingyao soon recovered.

Knowing that Li Shangming has been taking care of her, she felt more and more guilty, always feeling that she owed him a lot of favors.

Because I was paralyzed at home for a day, some things in the company were also delayed.

Prior to this, Yan Qingyao was helping her subordinate artists design their images.

There are many definitions in the entertainment industry, and celebrities have different marks, they are nothing more than famous for their innocence, or they are famous for their sexiness, so they are called national daughters, national first loves, etc.

Yan Qingyao intends to let them develop unilaterally, so that they will be more recognizable among the crowd.

It's just that she has made a plan long ago, and the company's internal staff have also designed different effects according to the copywriting, but none of them can satisfy Yan Qingyao.

After rejecting many proposals in succession, Yan Qingyao couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

Hold a brief meeting and let her continue the discussion. She is afraid that she will lose her temper, so she has to go out to relax.

The area where the company is located is not in the city center, but there is a very famous art square nearby, and mannequins of various bridge sections stand in the square.

Yan Qingyao walked slowly on the small stone path, and her mood eased a little.

Just then, a drunk young man caught her attention.

He held the wine bottle and poured it in front of the sculpture, cursing unrelentingly, his clothes were wide open, no different from his image, his figure was very seductive.

At first, Yan Qingyao just felt that he was a little familiar to her.

As he walked closer, he could roughly see the outline, and Yan Qingyao was shocked because the drunk was not a stranger, but the makeup artist Winter.

Why, he passed out here drunk?

Yan Qingyao leaned over, squatted down, and was at the same level as him, and only then could she hear what he was cursing: "Grandson, hiccup, you have no heart..."

Although he didn't know who he was talking about, it was not an option to let him go. After thinking about it, Yan Qingyao called his assistant, and they brought him back to the company.

When the assistant found out that he was Winter, an inexplicable look flashed across his face, and he said, "Mr. Meng, do you know him?"

Yan Qingyao was a little puzzled after hearing this: "What's wrong?"

The assistant thought for a while, then took out the tablet with his backhand, tapped his fingers on it, and then handed it to Yan Qingyao.

What catches my eyes is the latest entertainment news, and the big words on it are particularly eye-catching: Winter in the fashion industry plagiarizes and adopts other people's design inspiration, which is morally corrupt.

Yan Qingyao frowned, how is this possible?
Although she wasn't very familiar with Winter, she did not believe that he would be the person mentioned in the news, but she had worked with him before.

Now I can only wait for him to wake up and ask about the situation.

Fortunately, there is a resting place in the office, Yan Qingyao asked his assistant to take care of it, and she went to the Internet to look up information about it.

Sure enough, as she expected, the trend on the Internet is almost one-sided.

People say what they say, and you don't need to think about it to know what the situation is like.

She roughly understood it, and it was nothing more than that when Winter submitted the manuscript, he repeated the design pattern with another designer, and after verification, it was determined that he had plagiarized.