Domineering CEO: Woman, please be responsible

Cheng Ziye felt his head getting heavier and heavier, and he was so faint that he could hardly see the road ahead.Fortunately, it was late at night, and there were not many vehicles on the street. Cheng Ziye slowed down the speed of the car, and finally parked the car under a dim street lamp.

He was sitting in the car with his eyes closed and a pained look on his face.

Seeing the car stop suddenly, Yang Anxin turned her head subconsciously, and then saw Cheng Ziye's distressed appearance.Because she was worried, her heart suddenly tugged, "Cheng Ziye, what's wrong with you?"

Cheng Ziye's lips were a little pale. He closed his eyes and didn't answer, as if he didn't hear Yang Anxin's voice.There were drops of water dripping from his hair and clothes.

Yang Anxin watched, panicked, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to touch his hand, followed, and felt her eyelids twitch, his hand was as cold as a block of ice, she hurriedly put her hand to his forehead, but the tentacles were hot Terribly.

It was only then that Yang Anxin knew that he probably had a high fever after being exposed to the rain.She anxiously called him, but Cheng Ziye didn't respond at all.

"Cheng Ziye, Cheng Ziye..." Yang An burst into tears in a hurry, frantically touching his cell phone, ready to call 120.

At this time, Cheng Ziye suddenly gently pulled her hand, Yang Anxin trembled slightly, and looked up at him.

Cheng Ziye has already opened his eyes, but his face is not very good, and his expression is also very tired.

Looking at Cheng Ziye like this, Yang Anxin really felt powerless.She didn't know what to do with him.She really seemed to have nothing to do with him.Even if he did such an excessive thing, even if he caused him so much harm, she still had no way to hate him.It still hurts him to see him make himself like this.

She lowered her head and looked at Cheng Ziye's hands that were shaking with hers. His hands were really cold...

Yang Anxin was even more worried, "Let's go to the hospital." As she spoke, she switched places with Cheng Ziye, helped him to the passenger seat, and fastened his seat belt.

Yang Anxin sat in the driver's seat, the fear of not being able to drive on the road attacked her again, and the shadow flooded her mind again.

Cheng Ziye kept holding her hand and looked at her worriedly, "We can call the driver." As he spoke, he took his mobile phone and prepared to call his driver.Because of dizziness, the hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Yang Anxin finally took a deep breath, started the car, stepped on the accelerator lightly, and said: "Don't call the driver, you have a high fever, you have to go to the hospital immediately."

Yang Anxin drove very carefully, but because Cheng Ziye had a high fever, she didn't dare to drive too slowly.Fortunately, at night, there were almost no cars or people on the street.It took her 10 minutes to drive the car to the city center hospital.

Cheng Ziye actually didn't want to go to the hospital. With a cold and fever like this, he usually survived as long as he could. If he couldn't, he would at most invite a doctor to his home.He hated the smell of disinfectant and the atmosphere full of sorrow and sadness in the hospital.

However, when Yang Anxin brought him to the hospital, he did not stop him.He was afraid that once he said he didn't need to see a doctor, Yang Anxin would turn around and walk away.He doesn't want to be separated from her, so as long as she can be by his side, he is willing to do whatever she wants him to do.

When they arrived at the hospital, Yang Anxin helped him get out of the car, holding hers tightly.Cheng Ziye was so sad that tears were about to fall out.He suddenly hugged her tightly, "An Xin, I love you..."