Mrs. Bo always runs away with her son

"Why is the president so sick?"

In the Bo residence, Jiang Cong stood by Bo Siheng's bed, devastated.

Bo Siyin was also in a state of desperation.

"How do I know, the fever is so severe all of a sudden!"

Her elder brother has always been physically strong. She has never had a cold or a fever since she was a child, but in her memory, why did he suddenly have a fever this time, and it was so violent.

Bao Siyin threw back the thermometer whose mercury had soared to 38.5 degrees Celsius, and placed it under Bo Siheng's armpit again unwillingly.

Maybe the test was wrong, and she needs to test it again.

"Oh, why hasn't the family doctor come? Why don't we take him to the hospital?"

There was an abnormal blush on the knife-like face of the person lying quietly. Jiang Cong became more and more anxious, so he simply lifted the quilt, grabbed Bao Siheng's arm with both hands, and knelt down to carry him out directly. But he was slapped away by Bao Siyin.

"Jiang Cong, you bastard, don't touch him casually!"

Bao Siyin was furious: "Do you know that when my elder brother has a fever, he can't blow cold wind. There has been a strong wind in the middle of the night these days. If you carry it out like this, it will only make his condition worse!"

"Then... that's fine!" Jiang Cong had no choice but to put Bao Siheng's arm down again because of his strange physique.

The doctor came, and carefully examined Bao Siheng who had fallen asleep several times. He was only diagnosed with a cold-type fever, but no one knew exactly how President Bo got the cold.

Of course, only the aunt who was cleaning Shengdu Square last night knew this secret.

Because just in the early hours of last night, when the sweeping aunt started work, she saw a man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on a bench holding a diamond ring. In the autumn weather, the temperature difference in the middle of the night was huge, and even the aunt couldn't help wrapping it up. down jacket, but the man was only wearing a suit, and it looked like he had been sitting there all night.

Fang Jianning's words of refusal kept ringing in Bao Siheng's ears.

She said she didn't love him...

Fang Jianning, what do I need to do so that you can truly understand my heart?

Bao Siheng clenched the ring in his palm, and went home with a piercing coldness, and then developed a fever without any surprise.

"Mr. Bo should pay attention to keeping warm in this situation, and don't let him blow the cold wind again, otherwise, it may develop into pneumonia!"

After sending the doctor away, seeing Jiang Cong still standing by the bed, staring closely at Bao Siheng's face, looking hesitant to speak, Bao Siyin couldn't help being a little surprised, and went over to slap him hard.

"What's the matter, are you still leaving?"

"I'm not leaving!" Jiang Cong shook his head, "I still have something to do!"

"what's up?"

"that is……"

Jiang Cong turned his head, and just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized something. He was stunned for a moment, and then suppressed the words in his throat, and quickly waved his hand at Bao Siyin: "It's nothing, nothing, I don't worry about Mr. Bo, I'll just stay here with you." Him, Miss, go to sleep, and leave it to me!"

"Are you OK?"

Bao Siyin walked over in surprise, reached out and touched Jiang Cong's forehead, his eyes rolled towards the ceiling: "Huh? You don't have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

When has this guy been so attentive?It's nothing to blame!

"Oh!" Jiang Cong pushed Bao Siyin's hand away from his forehead, "What nonsense, I'm speaking from the bottom of my heart, you've been tired all day, go to sleep, I'll be fine for a while Just go back!"

"Aha-"

Bao Siyin couldn't help but started to yawn. He was indeed tired, so he nodded without thinking about it: "Okay, then you can accompany me if you want. I'll go back to my room and sleep first!"

As soon as Bao Siyin left, the smile on the corners of Jiang Cong's eyes and brows gradually disappeared, looking at Bao Siheng who had his eyes closed tightly, his face became a little more sad.

Now is a critical moment, Mr. President is so ill, what should we do?

In the middle of the night, he suddenly felt someone touching his head, and Jiang Cong woke up suddenly. Only then did he realize that he had fallen asleep lying beside Bao Siheng's bed at some point, and at this very moment, the other person's fingers were sticking into his body. In the forest of hair, trembling slightly.

Jiang Cong hurriedly looked at his face, his brows were already slightly wrinkled.

It seems that the president is about to wake up!

Jiang Cong was overjoyed, he quickly stood up, leaned close to Bao Siheng's ear, and called out in a low voice.

"Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo?"

The long and narrow eyelids slowly opened, and after a moment of blurred vision, a round face full of smiles appeared.

"Why are you here?"

"Mr. Bo, you're finally awake!" Jiang Cong was overjoyed, and hurriedly took a pillow and put it on the back of Bao Siheng who was struggling to get ready, and immediately turned into an old woman, chattering endlessly: "Mr. Bo, you don't even know, Your fever is almost forty degrees, but we are frightened, you said, you are not in good health all the time, why did you suddenly have a fever..."

"Cough cough!"

A low cough interrupted Jiang Cong's words. Bao Siheng, who was still dizzy when he woke up, didn't like listening to other people's chatter, especially if the other party was Jiang Cong, so he frowned slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "You You’ve all come here, so it’s probably the thing I told you to keep an eye on, right?”

"Oh, yes!" After Bo Siheng mentioned this, Jiang Cong instantly remembered his business, slapped his forehead, and his expression quickly became serious: "Yes, Boss, there is indeed movement..." Suddenly he felt There was something wrong with the wording, Jiang Cong hurriedly corrected it again: "No, no, there should be no movement..."

Bao Siheng glared at him with tired eyes: "Is there any movement or no movement?"

"Yes, and no!" Jiang Cong reorganized his language and continued to explain: "I have been watching what you explained last time these days. They were indeed a little commotion a few days ago, but it was very strange. The movement has suddenly become quiet for two days, especially today, there is no movement at all, which is a bit abnormal!"

"No movement..."

Bao Siheng lowered his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he quickly raised his eyes and fixedly looked at Jiang Cong who was still puzzled: "You just said that they suddenly stopped all actions today. Bar?"

"Yes, I can't detect any movement!"

"It's not right!"

Bao Siheng's face suddenly changed drastically, and he was about to get out of bed as soon as he lifted the quilt, but was held down by Jiang Cong.

"Hey, Boss, what are you doing?"

"I'm going out for a trip!"

"No!" Jiang Cong shook his head like a rattle: "The doctor said just now, you have a cold fever, you can't blow it away!"

"Don't worry about it!" With a low growl, Bao Siheng pulled the opponent's handcuffs away, simply dressed, grabbed the coat and rushed out, leaving Jiang Cong alone in the empty room, facing Then the door shouted helplessly:
"You'll get pneumonia!"

When Fang Jianning came out of the hotel with the two children, it happened to be raining heavily.

It was already late at night, and the location was a little remote. Seeing that there was no taxi on the main road, Fang Jianning was in trouble.