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He Xuanchen's eyes darkened, and he looked very hurt, which made Yu Ziqing wonder if he had done something like a thunderbolt.

Yu Ziqing scratched her cheek, but suddenly couldn't say a word.

Without He Xuanchen's help, the matter can be resolved, but it will take a little longer.

Worried that Chu Xinhao's life was in danger, he wanted to make a quick decision.

"I can help you."

Yu Ziqing had already given up the plan in her heart, but she didn't expect to hear something that surprised her.

She asked, "What conditions?"

Always doing business with this person, she has developed a habit.

A gleam of expectation spread from He Xuanchen's dark eyes, and he said, "No conditions."

Yu Ziqing saw an idiom in his eyes - duplicity.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to, I didn't force you." She said.

He Xuanchen pinched her face, and smiled bitterly: "It's off work, tell me the situation as you walk."

On the way back, Yu Ziqing told about Chu Xinhao.

He Xuanchen knew Chu Xinhao's status as a mercenary, so he was the best candidate for a helper.

After hearing the cause and effect, He Xuanchen said in a deep voice, "Okay, I'll let someone investigate."

Throughout the night, He Xuanchen seemed unable to cheer up.

He was very depressed, except for following Yu Ziqing with his eyes from time to time, he talked less, and no one came to her.

Yu Ziqing was very surprised, why is this person so abnormal?

The children all went back to the room to sleep, she finally couldn't help it, and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

He Xuanchen looked lonely: "No."

Yu Ziqing looked at him curiously, and she opened her eyes to talk nonsense with an obviously busy face.

A forced smile curled up on the corner of He Xuanchen's mouth: "Good night."

Yu Ziqing: "..."

Scary.

This look is much scarier than the explosion.

Early the next morning, He Xuanchen's complexion was even uglier, he was more decadent than ever, and his whole body was listless.

Yu Ziqing had just made breakfast, and was shocked to see him like this.

"Are you really all right?"

Although He Xuanchen's help was a one-sentence matter, leaving the rest to his subordinates, but Yu Ziqing still felt that he owed a favor, and getting up early to cook was considered a courtesy.

She really didn't expect that He Xuanchen would become like this after a whole night.

She even felt that He Xuanchen would collapse at any moment.

His back was bent a little more than usual.

He Xuanchen shook his head: "It's okay."

Yu Ziqing grabbed his wrist with both hands: "Let me take a pulse."

He Xuanchen's fiery eyes fell on her face, as if he didn't even have the interest to speak.

"It's really okay."

"You have a fever?" Yu Ziqing asked in surprise.

His heart was beating fast and his skin was very hot.

Since when did you have a fever?

yesterday afternoon?

or night?

He Xuanchen stared straight at her, with longing in his eyes: "Really?"

I really want to hug her, but I know she doesn't like it.

Yu Ziqing pulled him to sit down on the sofa, took out an ear thermometer to measure his temperature.

"39.8?" she exclaimed, "So tall?"

He Xuanchen raised his head and looked at the person standing in front of him, and could smell the faint fragrance from her body.

Beside her ears were her thoughts: "Why do you get a fever so easily? Is there something wrong with your immunity? Have you checked it?"

He Xuanchen couldn't take his eyes off, watching her take out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box, and pour out a medicine.

"Open your mouth."

He opened his mouth obediently, and then felt the medicine being stuffed into his mouth.

A glass of water was handed over, and seeing that he didn't take it, he directly pressed the rim of the glass to his lips.

"Drink of water."

He Xuanchen looked at the woman in front of him bewilderedly, and obediently took a sip of water.

Yu Ziqing finished feeding him the medicine and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He Xuanchen shook his head: "No."

Yu Ziqing frowned, feeling that something was wrong with him.

Won't it burn out your brain?
"So how do you feel now?" she asked.

He Xuanchen looked at her and said, "Cold, sleepy."

When Yu Ziqing took his pulse just now, he didn't find any real symptoms, so he said, "You should stay at home and rest, go back to your room and sleep. I'll take your temperature again in half an hour."

He Xuanchen's expression was dull, as if he heard a very magical word.

"Family?"

Yu Ziqing pulled him and pushed him into the room: "Go back to the room quickly."

He Xuanchen grabbed her hand, pursed his thin lips, and stopped talking.

Yu Ziqing understood his thoughts in an instant, and said, "I received a message from Director Feng in the morning, saying that some investor came to him to discuss something, so today the entire crew is on vacation. I'll be back after dropping off the kids."

He Xuanchen breathed a sigh of relief, and let go of his hand at the same time.

When Yu Ziqing came back from school, she went to He Xuanchen's room and saw him sitting by the bed with a pale face.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the floor, he rushed over to help him.

"Didn't I let you rest? What are you doing up?"

With dry lips, He Xuanchen said in a hoarse voice, "Thirsty."

It was only then that Yu Ziqing remembered that she forgot to put a glass of water for him on the bedside table.

"Lie down first, and I'll pour you some water."

He Xuanchen lay down, looked at the back of her leaving, and then kept looking at the door until the caring figure came back into view.

Yu Ziqing fed him a sip of water and took his temperature again.

39 degrees.

Body temperature tends to drop, but not very quickly.

You must know that the pills and water given to him are not ordinary things. Under normal circumstances, it should be almost reduced within half an hour.

After feeling the pulse, he found that He Xuanchen's pulse was very disordered, and he felt that he would die suddenly at any time.

But she couldn't find out the reason, and felt that his internal organs were all normal.

Just when she couldn't figure it out, she heard He Xuanchen asking in a low voice: "Do you know who I am?"

Yu Ziqing saw that his eyes were slack, he must have been burned out, and he was talking nonsense at the moment.

She suddenly thought of a possibility that he was ill.

For many years, He Xuanchen has not slept well, and whenever he sleeps, he will have nightmares.

And those dreams seemed to be related to He Xuanchen's past experiences.

This state didn't get better until I lived here.

Past experiences are the source of his nightmares and have formed his inner demons.

In other words, isn't this a sign of madness?

He Xuanchen looked at her and said, "I can't find you."

Yu Ziqing helped him cover the quilt: "Take a good rest and try to relax."

He Xuanchen sighed, didn't say anything, just stared at her blankly.

Yu Ziqing thought about how to help him solve this problem thoroughly.

If it is not resolved, something will happen sooner or later.

He Xuanchen's face was pale: "Yu Ziqing, I'm very tired, really tired."

Yu Ziqing helped him tuck the quilt and said, "Go to sleep."

A high-spirited man galloping through the mall, at this moment, looks like a pitiful little boy, so fragile that he can't stand a single blow.

Ordinary people need a period of self-regulation when they experience a small setback. If they are hit hard, they may not be able to cheer up for a lifetime.