The big brother's little dick is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 184 Chapter 182
"There is medicine at home, I will go home and drink some medicine later."

The cough seemed to be very difficult to resist, and taking medicine didn't help. Song Ning was lying on the bed for just one night, coughing and trembling, and her head was dizzy.

Yan Yan was processing documents in the study room. There was a distance between the two rooms, and no sound could be heard.

Song Ning was coughing badly, her eyes were doubled, her mouth was dry for a while, enduring the discomfort, she climbed out of bed.

Sticking against the wall, she unconsciously walked to the door of the study. Song Ning pressed against the door and unscrewed it. Looking at Yan Yan who was sitting on the swivel chair, Song Ning walked over slowly.

The door of the study was pushed open, the girl looked weak, her face that was still rosy during the day was now pale, she hugged her waist, and wanted to press her forehead: "Where is the discomfort?"

"Headache, sore throat." Song Ning rubbed against his chest impatiently: "The medicine doesn't work, I want to go to the hospital."

There is a family doctor in Jinyuan, Hou Chuyuan brought him here, and after seeing the doctor, he prescribed medicine.

Song Ning was lying on the bed on a drip, feeling very sleepy.

The doctor softly instructed: "Miss Song's physical fitness is extremely weak, and she should do more exercise on weekdays to improve her physical fitness."

Yan Yan held the girl's hand, with distress and pity overflowing in his eyes.

Just going out and blowing a little wind made me sick like this.

When Song Ning recovered from her illness, Yan Yan forced Song Ning to exercise in the gym.

in the living room.

Song Ning didn't like sports, she resisted for a while, and knelt down beside the man pitifully: "Don't run, okay? I'm really tired."

"You don't have to run away until your physical fitness reaches the standard." Yan Yan flipped through the books in his hand indifferently, his voice was flat and without any ups and downs, and his tone was undeniable.

Song Ning lay on the sofa mournfully and dejectedly, kicked off the cotton mop on her face, and in the next second her feet were held in the palms of a pair of warm big hands. The man's voice was displeased: "Do you still want to be sick?"

"what happened?"

Suddenly, a female voice came from the entrance.

Fu Rong was wearing a camel coat, with curly hair scattered behind her head, big eyes and red lips, giving her a strong sense of atmosphere.

Song Ning was surprised: "Sister Fu, why didn't you say anything when you came back."

The servant took Fu Rong's suitcase, and Fu Rong took off his gloves, watching the man warming the girl's feet, his eyes darkened, and his red lips raised lightly: "The weather is too cold, and the play has been affected. came back."

"That's it."

Song Ning nodded, retracted her feet, and put on the cotton mop. The next second, upstairs, Ye Xige was lying on the fence at some point, propping her chin with one hand: "Song Ning."

Song Ning looked up and saw Ye Xige greeting herself: "Xiege."

Ye Xige went downstairs, looked at each other with Fu Rong, and opened his mouth first: "You are?"

"Hello." Fu Rong got up, stretched out his hand, and smiled generously: "My name is Fu Rong."

Originally thought that Ye Xige would know him, but he didn't expect that the girl in front of him just touched his hand lightly, and after a second, he said his name without thinking: "Ye Xige."

From the perspective of a bystander, Song Ning saw Fu Rong's stiff face, and quickly smoothed things over: "It's almost dinner time, let's eat."

For some reason, Fu Rong sensed that Ye Xige was extremely wary of him, and there was a hint of malice in it.

Ye Xige didn't know that when he saw Fu Rong, he hated it from the bottom of his heart, and couldn't like it, and the food he ate was like chewing wax in an instant.

Hou Chuyuan looked at her and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Ye Xige spoke bluntly, staring at Fu Rong in front of him, and said word by word: "In Yan's house, other people are not allowed to sit at the table."

Song Ning was slightly taken aback, and looked up at Ye Xige, who had an ugly face, and her hand holding the chopsticks turned white.

Seeing her stunned, Ye Xige quickly explained: "Song Ning, I'm not talking about you, you are not someone else."

Fu Rong could understand who she was targeting, but he really couldn't figure out why Ye Xige was so hostile towards him when they first met.

After calming down, he said slowly, "Is it me that Miss Ye is talking about?"

"Who am I talking about, don't you know in your heart?" Ye Xige said very aggressively, aggressively: "I'm sorry, Miss Fu, I grew up under the rules of the Yan family, and I don't really like offering tables to outsiders."

"..." A crack appeared on Fu Rong's face, but he still tightened his emotions and smiled softly: "Then I'll go back to my room and eat."

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, Song Ning shook her head at Ye Xige, her hands were suddenly covered by big hands, and she heard the man say, "This is the rule of the Yan family."

Before Fu Rong left the table, when he heard this, his face turned pale for a while, and before he could control his mentality, he heard Yan Yan say again: "Fu Rong should not stay in Jinyuan, she is a public figure. It's not good for Fu Rong."

Fu Rong resisted the turbulent emotions, and gently pulled his lips: "I am also looking for a house in the film crew these few days. Just now, someone sent me a message to see the house. I think I have found a suitable house. I will be here. Move out in a few days."

"That's fine."

Yan Yan's voice was magnetic and deep, but without any warmth or expression, he calmly picked up a piece of meat and put it in the staring girl's bowl.

After all, Fu Rong didn't hold back his emotions. After leaving Jinyuan for so many days, his heart was full of longing for the man and full of expectations, but the result was a basin of icy cold water.

Throwing the chopsticks halfway on the table, he took a deep breath and said calmly, "Did I do something wrong?"

Yan Yan stood up and leaned on the back of the chair, his black eyes were full of sternness, his eyelids were lowered, and there was no emotion left, his thin lips moved: "Fu Rong, stay in Jinyuan, At first, it was because of our friendship, but you shouldn't be thinking about it."

Fu Rong frowned, knowing that he had always thought that his thoughts were hidden well enough, "What thoughts?"

"The perfume before going on stage, why did it suddenly change to sandalwood?" The man's voice became colder and colder, his posture was very cold, and he exuded a strong sense of oppression invisible.

Song Ning frowned when she remembered her allergies: "How many things have you been hiding from me?"

Song Ning looked at Fu Rong, but didn't hear any answer for a long time, and finally shifted her gaze to Yan Yan. The man's eyes were like cold pools, cold and ascetic, Song Ning only felt that she couldn't speak.

"I have a right to know what's about me."

Yan Yan restrained the coldness in his eyebrows, and tried his best to calm down his uncontrollable emotions: "I wanted to keep Fu Rong and let you learn scheming from her, but I thought things were too simple, Ning Ning You're better than I thought."

Song Ningmu looked up with a beautiful face, without any emotion in his eyes, calm and indifferent: "You smashed the wine I drank that day, right?"

Hearing Yan Yan's words, Fu Rong realized that staying in Jinyuan was a joke, and his heart was torn apart: "Yes, I did it on purpose for the sandalwood, and I did it on purpose when you got drunk that day. ,Is it enough?"

"Snapped!"

(End of this chapter)