Just as Zhao Lin was about to collapse directly on the dirty ground, Zhong Haotian held her and called out nervously: "Zhao Lin, Zhao Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Lin's consciousness was a little regained, and Zhong Haotian wanted to lift her head up.

Zhao Lin was tearful and drooled, stubbornly not wanting Zhong Haotian to see it. She turned her head and said angrily: "Sit down, sit on the steps."

Zhong Haotian wanted to bend down to hug her, but Zhao Lin shook her head and said, "I can leave."

Zhong Haotian helped her feet float, like Zhao Lin stepping on cotton, and moved to the steps two steps away. It was deeper and heavy at night, and the steps were colder. Zhong Haotian asked Zhao Lin to lean in his arms, took off his coat and threw it on the steps. Then he helped Zhao Lin sit down, and sat down next to her, hugging her shoulders.

After a while, Zhao Lin felt less panicked and calmed down. She had no strength to resist Zhong Haotian, so she had to go with him. She lowered her head and looked for handkerchiefs in her bag, and her scattered hair covered half of her face.

The tears on Zhao Lin's face had stopped, and she leaned against Zhong Haotian's chest again, and most of them had been rubbed on his clothes long ago. But Zhao Lin still wiped her face carefully.

The broken hair covered her face with discomfort. Zhao Lin also wanted to get rid of Zhong Haotian's arm that was placed on her shoulder, so she untied her hair with her backhand. The long hair like a waterfall poured down and fell on Zhong Haotian's arm, which was numb.

This suddenly reminded Zhong Haotian of the night of lingeringness, white bed sheets, black skirts, white red skin, and curly hair covered with pillows. Each post was automatically played in his mind.

Zhong Haotian retracted his arm as if burned by fire. The woman's easy move was a fatal temptation for him. Zhong Haotian grabbed his head to relieve the embarrassment of being flirted with inadvertently.

Zhao Lin combed her hair with her hands again. It was not neat, but it was a bit playful like a little girl.

"Can you do it? I'll help you to the car, it's too cold here." Zhong Haotian asked Zhao Lin with concern.

Zhao Lin was lazy and spoke, just nodded.

Zhong Haotian carefully supported Zhao Lin, picked up the clothes on the ground, shook the dust, and walked towards the car.

Zhong Haotian helped Zhao Lin into the passenger seat, helped her tie her seat belt, ran two steps tightly, got into the driver's seat, ignited, started, drove out, and completed in one go.

"What's wrong with you? I'll take you to the hospital." The show has ended, and Zhong Haotian's treatment of Zhao Lin has returned to a state of trembling.

"No, I want to go home." Zhao Lin felt so tired and didn't want to go anywhere.

"I see that all you vomit is water. Did you not eat in a day?" Zhong Haotian observed it very carefully.

Zhao Lin had no appetite when she woke up in the morning. She felt nauseous when she was used to eating cereal milk. She retching in the bathroom for a long time, but she went to work without eating anything.

Zhao Lin didn't finish half a bowl of soup in a fast food restaurant at noon, and her stomach felt like she was filled with a jumping monkey, which made her feel uncomfortable. In the afternoon, she went to the temporary preparation office of the museum to get the bid notice. Maybe because she was in a good mood, she promised Su Wan'er to have a dinner together in the evening. Unexpectedly, Jia Yun made a fuss and did not eat anything, and now it is now.

"I feel a little uncomfortable today, so I'll just go home to rest." Zhao Lin said. She thought to herself that she had already given the staff of Jinshanghua, so she simply took a day off tomorrow.

"I'd better take you to the hospital." After concern was a mess, Zhong Haotian began to turn the front of the car.

"I won't go to the hospital, I'm going home!" Zhao Lin really didn't want to argue with this person, but he always had a way to make her angry.

"Vomiting" Zhao Lin started to vomit again, but she vomited nothing.

Zhong Haotian hurriedly leaned over to park the car. Zhao Lin took off her seat belt, got out of the car, squatted on the side of the road, vomited for a long time, and only spit out some mucus.

Zhong Haotian was extremely anxious and had no practical solution, so he could only help Zhao Linshunshun.

Seeing that Zhao Lin seemed to stop being nauseated, Zhong Haotian spread out the napkin in his hand and handed it to her.

Zhao Lin took the napkin and wiped her mouth. Zhong Haotian handed her another bottle of unwritten mineral water. Zhao Lin rinsed her mouth. The cold ice teeth were so cold that she couldn't swallow them, so she didn't drink them anymore.

Zhao Lin was dizzy and had numb legs. If she stood up with strength, she would definitely fall. Instead of being embarrassed at that time, she had to rely on this man to send her home. It would be better to show her weakness. Zhao Lin reached out to Zhong Haotian and said weakly: "Help me."

When Zhong Haotian saw Zhao Lin in front of him for the first time, he showed the weakness of his youngest daughter's family. Without thinking, he bent down and hugged Zhao Lin. He felt that the person in his arms was much lighter than when he hugged him last time, and he felt that he was both caring and annoyed.

Zhao Lin rolled her eyes. This man has always been greedy and wanted him to help him, but she actually hugged her directly. She is powerless to resist now and can only let her go.

Zhong Haotian placed Zhao Lin in the back seat and lay down.

The car turned back to Daiyuan again. Zhong Haotian drove the car very steadily and basically couldn't feel the bumps. He saw Zhao Lin lying motionless in the rearview mirror.

Daiyuan arrived. Zhong Haotian opened the back door and saw Zhao Lin asleep and breathing evenly. Zhong Haotian couldn't bear to wake her up. He carried Zhao Lin's bag on his body, slowly moved Zhao Lin out of the car, letting her head rest on his shoulders, and with a little force on his arms, Zhao Lin was steadily held in his arms.

2202 In front of the door, Zhong Haotian held Zhao Lin upright on his shoulder with one hand, and found the key in Zhao Lin's bag with the other hand to open the door.

This is the second time Zhong Haotian has been here. He is familiar with the road. He put Zhao Lin directly on the bed in the bedroom, helped her take off her coat and shoes, and pulled the quilt to cover her. Maybe he was very tired. After all this trouble, Zhao Lin didn't wake up.

Zhong Haotian touched Zhao Lin's forehead and felt that there was no sign of fever. She turned around and lie on her side, rubbed her face against the pillow, found a familiar position, and slept with peace of mind.

Zhong Haotian boiled a pot of water in the kitchen and poured half a cup of cold. He gently closed the door and went back to his 2201 next door.

Before going to bed, Zhong Haotian hesitated for a while, and did not call, but sent a message to Qin Gang: "Tomorrow, I'll find someone to install a camera on the Daiyuan 2201 exterior."

Zhong Haotian doesn't like Zhao Lin's safety that is not under his control. The security of a boutique apartment like Daiyuan is also considered high-end, but he would rather believe in himself.

"Received." Qin Gang basically returned in seconds. Qin Gang sent the three flowers on the brocade back, and he had just arrived home.

The next morning, Zhao Lin woke up from thirst. She had almost never eaten her rice yesterday and vomited three times, which consumed a lot of water in her body.

She was shocked to find herself lying on her own bed. She remembered that she couldn't vomit on the side of the road and was taken to the back seat of the car by Zhong Haotian. Why did she wake up and stay at her home?

She sat up suddenly and lifted the quilt in a hurry. She was wearing her clothes yesterday, but her coat was hung on the hanger next to the closet. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She became anxious, her head was heavy and dizzy.

Zhao Lin leaned against the head of the bed, slowly put on a cotton nightgown, tied up her long hair, and staggered out of bed to find water to drink. Most of the cup of cold water and the kettle were placed on the dining table. Zhao Lin picked up the kettle and felt a little bit heavy, so she mixed some hot water into the cold water. She picked up the cup, gurgled and drank it in one breath. She felt like a dead grass was moistened by rain and dew, and she came back to life. She poured another cup of cold.

There was a sticky note next to the kettle, with powerful handwriting: "You wake up, call me!"

This is Zhong Haotian's usual tone. Zhao Lin curled her lips and complained in her heart that she really doesn't treat herself as an outsider!

Zhao Lin drank water and felt a little dizzy. She held her waist and was about to walk back to the bed slowly. She was also rude today, regardless of what job he had, just want to sleep in!

But things didn't go as expected, and the doorbell rang.

Zhao Lin walked to the door step by step and looked out from the cat's eyes. It was Zhong Haotian. Is this man made of special materials? He slept so late at night and was still energetic in the morning.

After opening the door, Zhao Lin leaned against the door. She knew that if she dared not open the door, he would dare to keep ringing the doorbell, or even break into the door. She had seen it last time, not to mention that she is now weak and really has no strength to fight against this man.

Zhong Haotian saw Zhao Lin leaning against the door in a sluggish manner, and her wide cotton nightgown seemed to be put on a clothes hanger. After just one night, Zhao Lin seemed to be thinner and her chin became even more pointed, with a haggard face, and she didn't even have the strength to open her eyes. There were many red spots on her eyelids. When she vomited, the blood vessel pressure increased, causing the capillaries on her eyelids to rupture.

"I cooked the porridge, you can drink some." Zhong Haotian said with heartache.

Zhong Haotian reached out and took Zhao Lin into his arms and helped him walk into the house. He put the insulation bucket on the dining table and helped Zhao Lin sit down. He went to the kitchen to find a bowl and a spoon.

I unscrewed the insulation bucket and took out a small plate of rose fermented bean curd. The fragrance of the porridge aroused Zhao Lin's appetite. How many years have I not eaten such a sticky and delicate porridge?

Zhong Haotian scooped half a bowl and placed it in front of Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin ate the porridge bit by bit with rose fermented bean curd. The temperature of the porridge was just right, the rice oil was thick, soft and smooth in the mouth, so she almost didn't have to chew it, and she drank it comfortably along her throat.

Zhao Lin's tears slid down without any warning, drop after drop.

Eating such a tender breakfast seemed to be a matter of my previous life. At that time, Zhao Lin had the gentle Zhang Chen around her, thinking that she would never be separated for life. Women with love always turned love into warm food, keeping a man's stomach and tying a man's heart.

Zhang Chen left without saying goodbye, and disappeared. Zhao Lin went to heaven and earth and couldn't find it. Her kitchen was deserted, basically just a decoration, the stove and kitchen utensils were fresh, and the light shone on people. Her breakfast was like a day, with cereal, bread and milk. Lunch was solved in a fast food restaurant. If there was no social engagement at dinner, I would just stop eating it and I would give it a fruit.

When Zhong Haotian saw Zhao Lin eating, he suddenly cried. He panicked: "What's wrong? Is your stomach uncomfortable again?"

It would be fine if you didn't say this. Once Zhao Lin said that, she felt her stomach suddenly contracted, and the porridge she had just eaten seemed to be an unwelcome uninvited guest, and was squeezed back to the esophagus again.

Zhao Lin covered her mouth and headed straight to the bathroom. With a "wow", the porridge was poured into the toilet. Then she vomited and coughed violently. She leaned beside the toilet and almost vomited out the yellow gallbladder.

Zhong Haotian was kind-hearted to deliver porridge, but he vomited all the food he ate, which caused Zhao Lin to have a new round of coughing. He planned to wait for Zhao Lin to recover, even if he used the tied one, he would tie her to the hospital. If something happened at home, Zhong Haotian would not dare to think about it.

Zhao Lin reached out and pressed the flush button, and a thud. Zhao Lin leaned against the wall next to her, her face pale, cold sweat on her forehead, and her hair was wet.

Zhong Haotian came to hug Zhao Lin, and she obediently put her weak arm on his shoulder.

"Let's change our clothes and go to the hospital." Zhong Haotian coaxed softly.

"Yeah." Zhao Lin whispered. If she didn't go to the hospital, she might not be able to withstand it. Her stomach has always been very good and she hasn't eaten any unclean food recently. Why did she vomit so much?

Zhong Haotian carried Zhao Lin into the bedroom, then covered her door and went out to wait for her in the living room.

When Zhao Lin vomited just now, her whole body was sweating, and even her autumn clothes were wet, making her feel uncomfortable. She fell asleep without washing up yesterday. After vomiting so many times, Zhao Lin felt a sour smell all over her body.

She wanted to take a shower and then go to the hospital. She took a bath in the bathtub. It took too long, so Zhao Lin decided to take a simple suck.

He took the clothes to change the water temperature, adjusted the warm water flow, and stroked her ice and snowy skin, taking away the sticky and wet feeling and unrefreshing smell. Zhao Lin untied her hair and prepared to wash her hair. She applied the shampoo on her hair and rubbed it evenly, lowered her head under the shower to prepare to rinse off the foam.
Chapter completed!