Sick? Zhan Muqing is really sick!

"What disease?"

Zhan Ye pursed his lips, and after explaining to Si Nian, he didn't have time to appease Si Nian, so he hurriedly sent the medicine to Zhan Muqing.

As he left, Warfield turned on the computer, which was monitored by the president's office.

Looking at this scene, Si Nian was instantly stunned in place, speechless.

——

After the effect of the medicine passed, Zhan Muqing sat on the sofa with a pale face, and the trash can was full of tissues with blood just now.

"Go back early tonight, I miss her." Zhan Muqing leaned on the sofa, his voice hoarse.

Through the video, hearing Zhan Muqing's words, Si Nian's tears fell uncontrollably.

Zhan Muqing was sick, and he was afraid that she would see it, so he didn't want to go home.

Si Nian couldn't wait to rush to his side and hug him now, but remembering what Zhan Ye said, he stopped taking a step again.

Si Nian didn't dare to enter the office again, and was sent back by Zhan Ye himself.

Leaning on the saddle, Si Nian's body was weak, and he spoke softly: "When did this happen?" ”

"It started to be very serious for a week, and the virus flares up." Zhan Ye glanced at Si Nian and spoke respectfully.

The medicine no longer worked, and the needles were increased from two a day to three a day, and today it is the fourth.

The longer it takes, the more antibodies the injection will produce and will not be effective.

Virus......

Hearing these two words, Si Nian felt that his temples were suddenly beating violently.

"Is the antidote guaranteed to work?"

Zhan Ye was silent for a few seconds, "Not necessarily! ”

What does it not necessarily mean?

It's possible that he can't cure Zhan Muqing, and if he can't be cured, he'll die, right?

Si Nian's mind was blank, and he didn't know how he returned home.

——

When Zhan Muqing came back in the evening, Si Nian desperately disguised himself, with a faint smile on his face.

When they saw him come in, they immediately threw themselves into his arms.

Before she could open her mouth, she wanted to shed tears.

She didn't dare to think about what she would do if something really happened to Zhan Muqing?

What about her with the child!

There are seven or seven more......

"Miss me, huh?" Zhan Muqing lowered his head and kissed Si Nian's hair, his hands clenched extremely tightly.

As he spoke, a strong smell of medicine filled the air, and he was probably immune to it, so he didn't notice it.

"Yes." Si Nian's fingers dived deep into his palm, not daring to let him see the slightest abnormality.

"Silly woman." Zhan Muqing rubbed his head, gently pushed her away, and tilted his head, "I'll go to the bathroom!" ”

Without waiting for Si Nian to speak, Zhan Muqing had already rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.

Si Nian lowered his head, and saw that on his pure white pajamas, a drop of bright red blood was slowly smearing......

Si Nian's body trembled violently, covered his mouth and left the bedroom, ran to the guest room and cried.

She was so scared, afraid of losing Zhan Muqing.

But she couldn't do anything!

Zhan Muqing packed up and came out, and Zhan Ye stood at the door with his mobile phone, his face pale.

"Zhan Shao, the second young master and the antidote are all in trouble!"

Zhan Muqing stood at the door, his eyes coldening inch by inch......

——

"I'm going back to Italy tomorrow."

Zhan Muqing stared at Si Nian deeply and held her hand, "I'll be back in one day!" ”

"Good!" Si Nian forced a smile and served him vegetables.

"What was the gift you said you gave me last time?"

Gift?

Child!

Si Nian's eyes were moist, and he desperately held back his tears, "You won't come back, the gift is gone." ”

She knew that he went back to Italy because of the virus, and she didn't dare to tell him that this matter had put him under pressure.

Zhan Muqing frowned slightly, "What's wrong, uncomfortable?" ”

"Nope!" Si Nian put down his chopsticks, "You want to go, I can't bear it!" ”