Chapter 24

Shen Zhao didn't know when she fell asleep, her consciousness was up and down, her head was splitting, her whole head hurt like it was about to explode, she had no strength, and she couldn't even lift her eyelids.

Song Ling left the villa early in the morning and drove to the company.

On the way, received a call from assistant Ji Mingshu.

Song Ling pressed the earphone on his right ear, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Hello."

Ji Mingshu: "Boss, do you still need me to pick up Miss Shen to the hospital today?"

Song Ling lightly blinked her eyes and said softly, "No, she was tired from tossing around yesterday, let her get a good night's sleep."

Ji Mingshu was stunned for a while, and only said yes after hearing the boss's words.

After tossing around all night... There seems to be some other meaning in these words, but as a private secretary, she should always know what the boss is thinking, so that she can better serve her.

But she didn't understand this sentence. She didn't know what kind of thoughts the boss had for such a substitute.

Yesterday all day and night, maybe the boss didn't notice it, but as a bystander, she could see that the boss spent too much time and energy on Shen Zhao.

The company has recently expanded its entertainment business and acquired several brokerage companies. The last APP event of the Moscow Aurora Tour was promoted and developed by one of the companies.

Therefore, Song Ling needs to hold many meetings every day.

As soon as arrive at the company in the morning, deal with the documents that need to be signed the previous day and the current day, so as to distribute the task workload. After that, there were meetings of various departments, large and small. She was so busy that she didn't even have time to eat lunch. It was not until two o'clock in the afternoon that she asked Ji Mingshu to bring the meal.

Holding the lunch box, Ji Mingshu stood at the door of the office and knocked on the door. After a sound came from inside, Ji Mingshu opened the door and entered.

The weather gradually cooled down, but the heating was turned on in the office building, so Song Ling only wore a warm white silk shirt with a lotus leaf neckline, which looked very playful and delicate.

Ji Mingshu lightly glanced at the boss who was sitting there dealing with documents. The boss's clothes were always good, but the style of clothing was not fixed. There was a bright red dress with a full aura, and there was a little playful style like this at the moment.

Just like the style of dressing, in fact, sometimes, even if she never leaves, she can't figure out what the boss is really thinking.

Song Ling sat there, signed the last document, picked up the pen cap and closed the pen, looked up and saw Ji Mingshu carrying the lunch box, she sorted out the documents on the table, moved out a place, and asked casually again. Sentence: "Did she call you today?"

Ji Mingshu was stunned, and heard who the boss was referring to by "she".

All day today, she was just busy distributing documents, preparing meeting materials, and informing various departments of trivial matters, and she didn't care about thinking about Shen Zhao at all.

But all day today, Shen Zhao didn't call her either.

Ji Mingshu shook his head and said, "No."

Song Ling was stunned for a while, she glanced at the time, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

She asked again, "Where's the hospital?"

"In the hospital, Dr. Chen is on duty. I called at noon to ask about the situation, but I didn't hear Dr. Chen mention it. It should be that I didn't go there."

Song Ling took the chopsticks and murmured softly, "Have you slept all day?"

Ji Mingshu stood beside him without speaking.

There was no one in the villa except Shen Zhao, and Song Ling was a little worried. He raised his head and said to Ji Mingshu, "Go back and have a look."

Ji Mingshu nodded and said yes, "I'll go take a look now."

Ji Mingshu left the office, drove out of the garage, and went back to the villa.

Because usually need things, the key to Song Ling's villa was also given to Ji Mingshu.

Ji Mingshu drove to the door of the villa, took the key to open the door and entered the house, and caught a glimpse of the shoes at the door.

——Probably did not go out at home.

Ji Mingshu went up to the second floor again, and finally saw Shen Zhao's figure on the bed in the master bedroom, wearing only a silk nightdress, revealing two long white and slender legs.

The heating was turned on in the space, the temperature was a little high, and the quilt was kicked under the bed. Ji Mingshu lowered his eyes, walked over and bent over to pick up the quilt, fearing that she would catch a cold, so he wanted to cover her.

The fingers accidentally touched her chin, which was astonishingly hot.

Ji Mingshu frowned, then quickly raised his hand to wipe her forehead, only then did he see the person on the bed, his cheeks flushed, his lips were chapped, and even his breath was hot.

She has a fever.

"Miss Shen, Miss Shen—" Ji Mingshu called her a little worriedly, but after calling her many times, she still didn't mean to wake up.

In desperation, Ji Mingshu picked up the coat next to her, put it on for her, and helped her downstairs, ready to take her to the hospital.

On the way, she also called her boss.

So after Ji Mingshu took Shen Zhao to the hospital, Song Ling almost arrived.

Song Ling looked at the person lying on the hospital bed, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Ji Mingshu said truthfully: "It may have been raining yesterday and she had a fever, but I don't know how long it has been burning. When I went, she was already unconscious."

Song Ling frowned, feeling a little unhappy in her heart.

She looked up at the person lying on the bed, with a fever-reducing drip hanging on the back of her hand.

If she hadn't been sent back, she would probably have been burned at home when she returned at night.

She was also careless. Yesterday, she was in such a heavy rain, she was drunk again, and she even took a cold shower. In such a day, she would be an iron man if she didn't get sick.

Song Ling raised her feet and walked over. There was only one bed in the ward. She stood by the bed, took a deep breath, and said, "Go back first. All the materials used for the meeting on the table will be sent to the managers of all departments first. Summarize the problems, and report to me on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Ji Mingshu nodded and said yes, there is a high probability that this afternoon's meeting will be ruined again.

The boss, who has always been called a model worker, rarely ignores the company's affairs like this. Since he went to Russia, there seem to be more and more exceptions like this.

Ji Mingshu left, leaving only Shen Zhao and Song Ling in the ward.

Song Ling looked down at the person on the bed, raised her hand to wipe the temperature on her forehead, it was terrifyingly hot.

She looked at the fever-reducing drip hanging on the top of the bed again, the drip was very slow, and she adjusted it a little.

The two bottles of hanging water were hung up until seven o'clock in the evening. The nurse came to take the temperature several times. It was not until nearly ten o'clock in the night that Shen Zhao's fever subsided.

It's just that after burning for a long time, the person has not woken up and is still drowsy.

Song Ling sat beside the bed and asked Ji Mingshu to bring her notebook in the afternoon. She sat there, busy with her work, while guarding the person beside the bed.

In the middle of the night, Song Ling turned off the computer after finishing her work. She got up and walked to the bed, and wiped the temperature on Shen Zhao's forehead. It was normal.

Song Ling saw that the corners of her lips were dry and chapped with a white skin, so she poured a cup of warm water, asked the nurse to find a cotton swab, and carefully wet her lips little by little.

The movement is very light, and it has been tossing for half an hour.

The talent on the bed slowly woke up, Shen Zhao opened her eyes, the delicate and beautiful face was right in front of her, she missed two beats in her heart, and it took a long while to realize that the person in front of her was Song Ling.

Xu Shi's consciousness was still floating, she stared at the person in front of her, stunned for a while, her eyes did not blink.

Seeing that she was awake, Song Ling looked straight at herself, and deliberately joked coldly: "Why, I haven't seen her for a day, so I don't recognize her?"

Shen Zhao blinked her eyes twice to relieve the soreness in her eye sockets, her throat was a little sore, and her lips were wet, she licked it subconsciously.

Song Ling caught a glimpse of her movement, got up and turned to pour water.

Holding a water glass in his hand, Song Ling sat on the edge of the bed, the other hand lifted her up from Shen Zhao's back, and handed over the water glass in his hand.

Shen Zhao's brain was burning like a paste, and he only instinctively longed for water. He lowered his head to the water glass handed over in front of him, and drank it all in two gulps.

Seeing her gobbling up, Song Ling smiled, turned around and poured another glass. After several rounds, Shen Zhao drank a total of five or six glasses of water.

In the end, Song Ling didn't pour her any more, and said softly, "You can't drink too much at once, just take it easy."

Shen Zhao blinked her eyes, her eyes were wet, she said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

After speaking, the two of them were stunned. They had been arguing with each other in the past, and the sudden thank you seemed extraordinarily abrupt.

Song Ling put the empty cup in her hand on the bedside, looked at her and said, "I'm not feeling well, don't you know how to make a phone call?"

Involuntarily, the volume of the voice was raised a little, with a slight annoyance that even she herself did not notice.

Shen Zhao lowered his eyes, Xu Shi had no strength, his voice was soft, and he said softly like a cat, "I thought it would be good to sleep."

"What do you think," Song Ling sneered, "what do you think, you think there are too many things! You are also an adult, you are not feeling well, and there is no one at home, even if you don't want to talk to me, you should fight Ji Mingshu. A phone call, if I hadn't sent someone back, you might have died! Don't take it for granted, what you think may be wrong."

Song Ling's anger was so frightening that there was no reason for her. Shen Zhao felt scared because of her uncertain temperament.

She lowered her head, looked at the quilt on her face, and murmured, "Yeah, what I thought was wrong, and I thought before that I and Sier would not break up."

Song Ling was slightly startled, and when she heard her say this viciously, the atmosphere dropped to a low point for a while.

She lowered her eyes and said nothing. For two days, her time, energy and thoughts were all wasted on her. She left a lot of things in the company unfinished. She ran to stand by her bed, and then listened to her saying no. Cold sarcasm.

Song Ling felt that she was crazy, and she suddenly thought, why should she care about a substitute and waste time and emotions on her.

Song Ling got up, and neither of them spoke again.

Kind of like a cold war.

She picked up the cup on the table, turned around and walked to the next table, poured a glass of water to herself, raised her head and drank it.

The sound of the stool rubbing came from behind, Song Ling turned around and saw the person sitting up on the bed, feeling weak and wanting to get out of bed.

Song Ling was completely angry, she walked over to hold her, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What are you doing? Can you stop it?"

Shen Zhao was also angry, she raised her eyes and rushed out to face her: "Is it wrong for me to go to the toilet?!"

Song Ling said silently, knowing that her tone and attitude were a little tougher. Looking at her angry face, she put her arms around her waist, her voice slowed down, and said, "I'll help you go."

Shen Zhao stabbed her elbow back hard, shunned her outstretched hand, and said coldly, "You don't need to help."

After saying that, he got out of bed slowly, and then walked slowly into the bathroom by himself.

Song Ling looked at her back, worried and followed behind again, all the way to the bathroom door.

A few minutes later, Shen Zhao came out of the bathroom and looked up to see the person standing at the door. She looked up at her, "What are you doing standing here?"

Seeing that two of her three sentences were filled with gunpowder, Song Ling felt irritated, and said coldly, "I'm afraid you will faint in it."

"..."

Song Ling didn't allow her to refuse, she hugged her waist and helped someone walk to the bed.

Someone knocked on the door outside, and before Song Ling said anything, the man walked in with a smile in his voice: "I'll just say, there's a reason why I saw Ming Shu's car downstairs at night."

Song Ling helped Shen Zhao to lie down. Before he could straighten his waist, he heard a familiar voice at the door. He frowned, looked at Meng Yunan and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Meng Yunan smiled and turned his eyes to Shen Zhao, who was on the bed. When he caught a glimpse of those eyebrows, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at Song Ling next to him, as if he understood the relationship at once.

"I didn't come to find you." Meng Yunan walked over, looked at Shen Zhao with a smile, and asked lightly, "Is it Shen Zhao?"