As expected: the son-in-law of a wealthy family breaks into the house to rob love

In the summer of July, the sun is scorching, and the silvery-white sunlight is so dazzling that it is almost impossible to look directly at it.

The sky was a deep blue, without a single cloud blocking its view, as if even the high sky was about to be scorched by the warm sunshine.

Heat waves were rising in every corner of the city; the cement and steel bars on the ground seemed to be groaning in the high temperature.

The city's workers, however, resist the scorching sun with incomparable tenacity and vitality. They shuttle through the busy streets and alleys, and their busy figures become the indispensable pulse of the city. Sweat slides down their foreheads, but leaves a satisfied and proud smile on each face.

In the milk tea shop, the laughter and conversation of college students can be heard one after another. In front of each person is a cup of colorful milk tea. The ice cubes sway in the cup and make crisp sounds, as if complaining about the summer heat.

In the coffee shop, office workers take a break from their busy schedule, their eyes fixed on their phones, their hands busy replying to customer messages, sometimes with sad faces, sometimes with frowns. They take a big sip of coffee, and then they can get back to the office to recover from their mental illness.

After confirming through eye contact, I know he is a socialist worker.

Today day to today day,

It won't turn from sunny to cloudy at all.

It's damn hot in most areas.

In some areas, it's so hot that it's killing your grandma's legs.

Sometimes it is scorching sun, sometimes it is scorching sun.

The air index is choking!

It’s better to enjoy the air conditioning leisurely like Sunny.

Avoid going out and avoid going to work.

“Hahaha, Sunny is so cute! It has so many little toys!” Chen Xi watched the short video on the phone and laughed out loud.

"Are you spying on Sunny's life again?" Ren Ruqi said teasingly as he quietly walked behind Chen Xi.

"Why does the blogger's voice sound a little strange?" Chen Xi frowned and looked at the phone screen in confusion.

Ren Ruqi stretched out his finger and gently turned up the volume of the video, then carefully put the phone close to his ear, trying to hear the blogger's voice more clearly.

"He seems to have a cold..." Ren Ruqi said worriedly. She listened carefully to the blogger's voice and found that it was mixed with slight coughs and hoarse voice.

"Yes, it sounds like he is really sick. It may be because the weather has been too hot recently, or the work pressure is too great, which has caused his body's resistance to decrease." Chen Xi nodded in agreement.

Ren returned to her workstation as expected. Her heart felt as if it was being heavily pressed, and an indescribable feeling spread in her chest.

"Are you sick?"

She quietly opened Jiang Erzhi's chat box.

She stared at the chat box on the phone screen.

1 seconds,

2 seconds,

3 seconds,

……

Normally, the chat dialog box will display "The other party is typing..." within 3 seconds.

60 seconds passed and the phone screen remained silent.

Ren Ruqi felt an irrepressible worry in his heart.

"Sister Ying, I have something urgent to do. I want to leave work early today." After asking for leave from Wang Yingying, Ren Ruqi went straight home.

Even at 7 o'clock in the afternoon in July, the sun was still scorching the earth mercilessly.

The air seemed to be boiled by the scorching sun, and twisted heat waves danced on the ground. The leaves flickered in the sunlight, as if inlaid with countless small suns. On the sidewalk, the sparse pedestrians hurriedly walked, as if they were all escaping from the wanton heat.

Ren Ruqi was holding a bright yellow parasol, wearing a short slim vest with blue and white vertical stripes, and a mid-waist irregular American retro raw-edge A-line skirt, and she walked back to Xingchen Apartment in a hurry.

Jiang Erzhi lay in bed, exhausted by the fever.

The curtains in his room were half-drawn, letting in a few scattered beams of light, which reflected on his pale face.

He had a fever-reducing patch on his forehead, which was like a small shield in battle, constantly absorbing heat from his body.

His eyes opened and closed, wavering between clarity and confusion.

His throat felt like it was being scraped by sand, and every time he swallowed, it was accompanied by a stinging pain.

His arms draped limply outside the quilt, and he seemed to have no strength left to even lift them up.

"Ding Dong... Ding Dong..." He heard the doorbell, but he was too weak to sit up and open the door to greet it.

Ren stood at the door as expected, waiting for him to come out and open the door, but there was no sign of him.

“Meow…meow…meow…” Sunny kept meowing anxiously on the other side of the door.

Ren called Jiang Erzhi as expected.

"Ding...Ding..." Jiang Erzhi stretched out his hand with difficulty and picked up the phone.

But because the waiting time was too long, the call was hung up.

He struggled to enter the four numbers "0621" in the chat box

Ren entered the password without thinking.

The door is open.

"Meow..." Sunny spread out his soft, white belly and rolled on the floor, acting coquettishly.

But, it was ignored.

It won’t start as scheduled!

Sunny sat up with a confused look on his face, looked at her, and rushed directly to Jiang Erzhi's room.

"You're not going to die, are you?" Ren Ruqi looked at Jiang Erzhi, whose face was pale, lying flat on the bed, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"No! Ahem..." Jiang Erzhi forced a smile. "I felt a little uncomfortable, but seeing you here, I feel much better."

Ren Ruqi didn't say anything more and turned into the kitchen.

She began to wash the rice, add water, and prepare the fire. The water in the pot gradually boiled, and the rice grains slowly rolled in the boiling water, emitting a faint fragrance.

While cooking the porridge, she poured a cup of warm water for Jiang Erzhi and carefully took his temperature.

She sat next to him and chatted with him in a low voice.

Basically, she chirped and he smiled faintly.

After 1 hour, the porridge was finally ready.

She carefully scooped out a bowl of steaming hot rice, the grains of which had been cooked until soft and glutinous, giving off an enticing aroma.

She brought it to Jiang Erzhi and blew on it carefully to make sure it wouldn't burn him.

"Try this, it should be milder and easier on your throat and stomach," she said, handing over the spoon.

Jiang Erzhi sat up slowly and opened his mouth slightly.

"Ah..." He looked at her sickly, with a hint of coquettishness in his eyes.

"Ah..." She scooped a small spoonful of porridge, blew it gently to let the heat dissipate, and put the spoon to the boy's mouth, saying softly: "Eat slowly, be careful of the heat."

Her eyes are full of care, her technique is delicate and full of patience.

Every movement of hers reveals deep tenderness.

After feeding her porridge, she then gave her antipyretic medicine.

After Jiang Erzhi finished eating the porridge, his face was still pale, but a little better than before.

Ren Ruqi gently touched his forehead and found that it had receded a little, and his worry was slightly relieved.

"Go to bed early, and you'll be fine when you wake up!" Ren Ruqi pushed him down and gently tucked the quilt for him.

"Hmm." Jiang Erzhi's eyelids felt very heavy and he couldn't resist the sleepiness at all.

Watching him fall into a deep sleep, Ren Ruqi left the room silently.

She walked gently to the sofa area and lay down.