"Why are you back?" he asked excitedly.

"I'm worried about you." Zheng Ling's voice was a little deep.

Zhan Hanjue looked at Zheng Ling's elegant and beautiful face, with a little sadness between her eyebrows and a little depression in her eyes. She had always been someone who couldn't hide her emotions.

She was worried about him so intensely that it was written all over her face.

Zhan Hanjue rubbed her soft black hair and said with a smile: "Don't worry. It's just a cold. It will be fine soon."

"It's a bad cold." Zheng Ling angrily corrected his wording.

Then he handed the thermos cup in his hand to Zhan Hanjue and said with a smile: "This is the medicinal soup that Grandma Boye gave you. Do you want to drink it?"

Zheng Ling smiled and said: "Yeah."

"Do you know how much I miss you?" Zhan Hanjue said lonely.

Zheng Ling consoled him: "It's all for you anyway. Don't be jealous."

Zhan Hanjue looked at another thermos bucket, "What is this?"

"I made lily porridge for you."

Zhan Hanjue was a bit annoyed: "You didn't come to see me immediately, but went home to make medicinal soup first?"

Although he now wants to receive this benefit, he is afraid of transmitting the cold to Zheng Ling, who has a weak immune system, so he must endure it.

Zheng Ling couldn't help but laugh and said, "Then take the medicine obediently now."

Lord Zhan Han collapsed.

Zhan Hanjue smelled the rich medicinal soup and found it bitter. He immediately frowned and said, "It's so bitter."

Zheng Ling knew that he didn't like to drink traditional Chinese medicine, so he playfully teased him, "Do you want me to feed you with my mouth?"

Zhan Hanjue looked at Zheng Ling slyly, his listless eyes raised. "Can you wait until I get better from the cold and feed me porridge?"

After taking a few mouthfuls of warm lily porridge, I could barely suppress the bitter taste of the medicinal soup.

Zheng Ling packed up the food box and thought that it was getting late. Someone should come in to see Zhan Hanjue from outside. She said, "Brother Jue, have a good rest. I'll go back first."

But Zhan Hanjue held her hand, with a little pleading look in his eyes: "Good sister, take me home."

But he still bit the bullet and drank the medicinal soup in one gulp.

Then he frowned tightly and looked at Zheng Ling pitifully, "I want to vomit."

Zheng Ling quickly opened the lily porridge and said, "Take a sip of the porridge."

Zhan Hanjue grabbed her hand tightly and said shamelessly: "Zheng Ling, are you willing to leave me here alone? I will miss you so much that I can't sleep."

"When the moon is dark and the wind is high, I can sneak in through the window to accompany you?" Zheng Ling said with a sly smile.

"Zheng Ling..." After being rejected by Zheng Ling, Zhan Hanjue was slightly annoyed. However, because he was seriously ill, his voice was soft and weak, and it lacked a bit of intimidation.

Zheng Ling was stunned.

Thinking of the way she saw Lord Zhan Han frowning when she first came in, it was clear that she was not happy staying here.

But she was still sober, "Brother Jue, you are sick. It is not appropriate to go out to enjoy the air."

Lord Zhan Han smiled happily.

Zheng Ling put on his coat for him, then helped him stand up. In order to save him some energy, Zheng Ling put his hand around her shoulders and carried him outside.

Zheng Ling held his hand. This was the first time she saw such a fragile Zhan Ye. She gave up fighting him and obeyed him gently, saying: "Then I will dress you and take you back right away."

"I want you to stay with me all the time. I don't want to be separated from you even for a second." Zhan Hanjue said pitifully.

He thought Zheng Ling was real, but the more reason was that he couldn't worry about Zheng Ling when he wasn't by her side.

Outside the door, Zhan Su and Han Bao heard the noise inside, opened the door, and saw mommy walking out carrying daddy.

The two of them were dumbfounded together.


Chapter completed!