Of course, it is her freedom when she returns to New York. If it is normal, no one will ask, but it is still New Year, so she has to make up the reasons in advance.

While combing his hair, Qiao Muyuan looked at the little girl in the mirror and stopped for more than ten seconds.

She remembered that when he was in Bincheng some time ago, she called him, and Tong Qian was there too.

So... why did she still run from the capital to New York?

When the girl thought of this, her eyes turned red and she wanted to cry.

I feel wronged.

But I heard that he had a fever but had not woken up for three days, so he threw down his comb without hesitation and hurriedly packed his suitcase and went downstairs.

She asked the servant to call a driver to take her to the airport.

The driver was surprised. The one with deeper and heavy exposure outside, the young lady was going abroad?

The frost and dew are heavy in the early morning, and white rime hangs over the treetops. The hazy mist is spreading in the air, making it very low in recognition.

The driver helped Qiao Muyuan put her suitcase in the car, and asked nothing, and took her to the airport.

Qiao Muyuan booked the closest flight.

It was very dark and nothing could be seen. The car drove to the airport and was lonely and lonely. Only stars were twinkling and the sky was drooping.

...

Sister Cui cooked two bowls of taro rock candy milk balls and placed them in the insulation box.

When Qiao Muyuan arrived at the hospital in the wind and snow, his suitcase was still in his hand. It was snowing in New York City, snow was flying, and everything was slaughtering.

The weather is very cold and the night is thin.

There was no one walking around the passage outside the VIP ward, and the marble floor was smooth and visible. Qiao Muyuan held the suitcase, and there was a tired feeling in his eyes. It was exactly three or four in the morning in New York.

Sister Cui came here in person to open the door for her.

The petite and cute girl in front of her was wearing stars and moonlight. The down jacket was stained with the coldness of winter snow, and the knitted velvet hat was also stained with snow. Before she could take down the scarf, she hid behind the scarf and smiled at Sister Cui. There was infinite starlight hidden in her eyes, but her face was a little red with cold.

"Come in, come in quickly, it's snowing outside, right?" Sister Cui's voice was very soft, but Ji Changmu was in the inner room and could not hear the sound outside.

"Well, it snows heavily and the car is not easy to drive. I drove for a long time before I arrived at the hospital."

The hospital was very warm. Qiao Muyuan took off his hat, took off his scarf, and took off his down jacket. It was a light yellow cashmere dress inside.

Sister Cui helped her take her suitcase in and poured her a cup of hot tea.

But Qiao Muyuan didn't answer and asked in a low voice: "Is he sleeping?"

"No, Mr. Ji hasn't woken up yet, and his high fever has not subsided."

"Can I go in and take a look?"

"certainly."

Qiao Muyuan gently pushed open the door of the inner room. The man was lying under the thin white down duvet, with cold and desolate eyebrows, thin and motionless face, but his eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and a damp sky blue square scarf was covered with his forehead.

She walked over and half-squatted down, reached into the quilt and grabbed his hand. His body was indeed very hot, and his hands were also hot.

The little girl frowned, anxious, but couldn't speak.

"I don't know when the gentleman will wake up, nor do I know."

"How could this happen?"

"The doctor said the reason why I was too tired... Indeed, my husband was busy with work some time ago, and the jet lag was rushing to Bincheng, which hurt people. My husband was tired at noon on New Year's Eve. He didn't eat much lunch that day. After he finished eating, he stayed in the villa tea room. No one knew what he was thinking."
Chapter completed!