Chapter 13 Why doesn’t anyone contact me?
Chen Yucong breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Song Jinhe speak. He hugged Song Jinhe into his arms and comforted him with a gentle voice, "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Song Jinhe said nothing more, just leaned on Chen Yucong's shoulder.
He was always like this, making me reluctant to leave him.
As time passed, more than half of the bottle of intravenous drip had been consumed. Chen Yucong lowered his head to look at Song Jinhe and saw that her eyes were open, so he asked, "How do you feel? Are you feeling better?"
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"Much better." Song Jinhe was still in a bad mood and his voice was a little hoarse, but his mind was really clear and he was no longer groggy and in pain.
Chen Yucong looked at Song Jinhe, his eyes full of distress, but he still wanted to say something: "Why don't you call me if you don't feel well?"
He didn't want to blame Song Jinhe, but if he hadn't rushed over and found her in a coma, how long would it have been before she was discovered?
Before Song Jinhe could say anything, Chen Yucong continued: "I know I can't get here in time in Hong Kong City, but as long as you give me a call, I will always find a way."
"Even if you really don't want to contact me and feel that I can't come over even if you contact me, you can still find Zhang Ting to find your aunt. Why doesn't anyone contact you?"
"Song Jinhe, tell me, why?"
Song Jinhe looked at Chen Yucong and couldn't help but blush.
Chen Yucong was also very distressed. She had only gotten better now, so he began to blame her, but Chen Yucong was really scared.
This time it was a fever. What if something more serious happens next time?
She still didn't tell herself anything, not even to anyone. What was he going to do?
Song Jinhe held back his tears and said in a weak voice: "I didn't have a fever at the time, just a little dizzy."
"I, I didn't expect to have a fever after falling asleep."
Did you really not realize that you were uncomfortable?
Maybe she noticed it, but she wouldn't tell Chen Yucong. She would only make Chen Yucong think that she really didn't notice it, so she didn't tell it.
Tears welled up from his eyes uncontrollably. Song Jinhe felt extremely wronged.
After all, Chen Yucong was not cruel enough. Seeing Song Jinhe in such pain, he really couldn't say anything harsher.
He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, "Stop crying, there is really nothing I can do about you."
"After all, you're fine now."
In the final analysis, it was because he was not by Song Jinhe's side. If he were, wouldn't he be able to detect that she was not feeling well at the first time?
Song Jinhe cried for a while before calming down. Chen Yucong asked warmly: "What do you want to eat? I'll have someone bring some food over."
Chen Yucong knew that Song Jinhe must not have had dinner without asking.
Song Jinhe had no appetite at all at the moment. She didn't want to eat anything, but Chen Yucong was here, so she couldn't eat even if she didn't want to.
After thinking for a while, Song Jinhe said: "Let's have porridge."
"Okay."
Chen Yucong called and asked someone to deliver food.
It would take some time for someone to deliver the food. Song Jinhe didn't want to sleep at the moment, so he started chatting with Chen Yucong.
"Why did you come back suddenly? Didn't you say it would take two days?" Song Jinhe still remembered what Chen Yucong told him before.
"It was supposed to take two days." Chen Yucong paused and did not say that he suddenly felt very uneasy today. "I have already taken care of the work at hand, so I just wanted to give you a surprise."
But in the end the surprise turned into shock.
"Sorry, I scared you." Song Jinhe raised his eyes and looked at Chen Yucong. His swollen eyes had not yet had time to heal, and he looked so pitiful. Chen Yucong said: "As long as you are fine."
It didn't matter that he was frightened. What was important was that Song Jinhe was fine.
"Are you going to be here for the next period of time?"
"Yes." Chen Yucong turned his body slightly, allowing Song Jinhe to lean more comfortably in his arms. "I have been here for the past year. I will not return to Hong Kong City until the Chinese New Year is approaching."
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The man lowered his head slightly and rubbed Song Jinhe very affectionately. His voice was gentle and magnetic, "Will you go back with me then?"
He had already told Song Jinhe about celebrating the New Year together in Hong Kong City this year, but he only said it on the phone at that time.
Now Chen Yucong said it more formally in front of Song Jinhe.
"Okay." Song Jinhe didn't test anything, just agreed, and the rest can wait until later.
Chen Yucong smiled and moved forward to kiss Song Jinhe, but Song Jinhe dodged him.
"I have a fever." Song Jinhe said angrily.
Finally, Chen and Cong kissed on the top of Song Jinhe's hair.
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Song Jinhe's illness came and went quickly, and his fever subsided that night.
But Chen Yucong was worried and stayed in the hospital for another night with Song Jinhe. The next morning, after making sure that there was no sign of fever again, he was discharged directly.
Chen Yucong came back two days earlier than planned, so he didn't have any work to deal with at the moment, so he stayed with Song Jinhe in the apartment.
It was almost lunch time, and the kitchen was filled with the delicious aroma of pork rib soup. Song Jinhe walked to the kitchen door and saw Chen Yucong, wearing an apron, cooking vegetables with ease.
She leaned against the door quietly without speaking.
But Chen Yucong did not look back, and knew that Song Jinhe was standing at the door, "Wait a little longer. If you are hungry, let's have a bowl of soup first."
"No, we can eat together later." Seeing that Chen Yucong had discovered him, Song Jinhe simply walked in.
Chen Yucong looked sideways at Song Jinhe, "What are you doing here?"
"Just take a look." Song Jinhe doesn't know how to cook, not at all. He only eats instant noodles soaked in boiling water.
When she first learned that Chen Yucong could cook and was very good at it, Song Jinhe was surprised. In her opinion, a man like Chen Yucong should not be the type who could cook.
So until now, Song Jinhe is still surprised.
"If there's anything good to see, just have a meeting at our house." Chen Yucong said with a smile.
"Then what will I do if you're not around?" Song Jinhe asked.
Chen Yucong said: "And Aunt Zhou, don't you like Aunt Zhou's cooking very much? I will try my best to find ways to make her cook longer."
Song Jinhe nodded seriously. She really liked Aunt Zhou's cooking. She had never told anyone that Aunt Zhou's cooking tasted very much like her mother's cooking.
Chen Yucong quickly fried the remaining vegetables and took out the food. The two of them sat down and started eating.
"I originally thought that you and I would have time in these two days and we would go out and relax, but the weather has been bad these two days and you have just had a fever, so you should stay at home." Chen Yucong picked up food for Song Jinhe. said.
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