Chapter 15 Fever
After Meng Ying came back, she took a shower and sat at the desk. She took out two tissues from her bag.
They are all wrinkled.
One piece has a little oil stain on it.
The other one is neat, but still wrinkled.
Thinking of Ye Qingtan's words, how could I not be the same?
Thinking of Liang Jincong clinging tightly to her back, Meng Ying's mind went crazy. She shook it a few times and even took out a scripture and recited the Qingxin Mantra.
That night, she suddenly had a fever.
I was lying on the bed in a daze. The fever was very strong. Until the morning, Fu's mother came in several times, holding a cup of freshly squeezed juice, and wanted Meng Ying to take a sip.
Meng Ying curled up in bed and hummed in response.
Fu's mother was a little worried. Looking at Meng Ying's uncomfortable look, she hurriedly said, "Isn't it better after taking the antipyretic medicine? Second Miss, how do you feel now?"
Meng Ying's mouth is dry and her tongue is dry. Dry, feeling weak all over.
As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse, "I want to sleep for a while. I don't want to eat now."
After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Fu Ma reluctantly put the juice on the desk. She took a few steps forward and looked at Suisui who was lying on the sofa playing with a ball of wool in his mouth. She fed the cat cat food and then left. .
She was going to ask a doctor to take a look at Meng Ying. She had been having a fever for a day. In her impression, the second lady rarely had a fever. The last time she had a fever was a few years ago.
Meng Yuan stood on the second floor wearing a water-pink nightgown, holding his hands on the railing and looking at her, "Fu Ma, where are my clothes? It's the autumn yellow organza skirt, and mine. Where have you put the tourmaline necklace? I can’t find it! I’m going out to a party tonight, come here and help me find it!”
Fu’s mother was a little embarrassed as she held her phone. After hesitating for a moment, her tone sounded pleading, "Miss, the second lady seems to have a fever. I called Dr. Li and he is out for medical treatment."
Fu Ma hasn't finished her words yet.
Meng Yuan said softly, "Oh," "That's really disappointing. Come here and help me find clothes. Three of the clothes I changed out today need to be washed by hand."
"But the second lady is not feeling well now."
"It's just a fever, and it can't kill anyone. Of course, it's important to find clothes for me first, don't delay my party tonight."
After Meng Yuan gave the instructions, she turned around and walked towards the bedroom. She raised her hand to comb her slightly messy long curly hair and muttered something on her lips as she walked.
"I told my mother a long time ago to keep a smarter servant at home. I have to keep this old woman, clumsy."
Though these words are light.
But Fu Ma still heard it.
She froze on the spot.
When he raised his head again, Meng Yuan had already returned to the bedroom.
She is fifty-two years old this year. She has been working as a servant in the Meng family since she was thirty-eight years old. She has taken care of Meng Yuan here since he was eight years old.
At that time, the 8-year-old Meng Yuan would huddle under the quilt and cry when there was a thunderstorm at night. At that time, Meng Yuan was still in his hometown in the countryside. Mr. Meng and his wife were busy with work, and they traveled several times for a piece of jade material. cities.
At that time, Chen Xuefu would stay with Meng Yuan in her bedroom, patting her back, and little Meng Yuan would hold her and fall asleep in her arms.
And now, what Meng Yuan had just said echoed in Fu Ma’s ears.
The face covered with traces of time showed a sense of humor that made people laugh and cry.
The tears in his eyes trembled for a few times, and were finally wiped away by his coarse cloth sleeves.
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Meng Ying took the medicine and became dizzy.
She curled up subconsciously and found something warm in her arms. She lowered her head and saw that Sui Sui was lying in her arms.
The woman smiled.
She shouted hoarsely, "Sui Sui."
She herself was startled by her own voice.
He raised his hand and subconsciously touched his throat.
When I first entered the dubbing industry, a senior at the time said that my voice is what they eat, and it is as valuable as a singer’s voice.
Although, Meng Ying is just an amateur in dubbing.
But now, her voice when eating was so hoarse that she could hardly speak.
"Sui Sui, have you eaten? Are you hungry?" Dragging her heavy body, Meng Ying walked weakly to the locker next to the sofa and took the cat food and canned meat.
Seeing Suisi eating happily, Meng Ying also felt a little hungry.
But she couldn't muster the strength to eat.
I was lying on the single sofa and curled up with my phone in my hand. I raised my hand and touched my forehead. It was still hot.
She considers her physical condition to be pretty good.
I vaguely remember that the last time I had a fever was when I was a freshman in college. It’s been half a year since I graduated.
As for this time, why did I have a fever? It was hard for Meng Ying not to point the source of her fever to that golf game.
The hot man pressed against her back, and she was so emotionally broken at that time. At that time, she couldn't even think about anything or show any expression, but at this moment, Meng Ying's chaotic brain suddenly became clear for a moment.
She couldn't think of it.
She was drunk that night and bumped into him.
This is simply a bizarre thing.
But apart from remembering that she was drunk, she remembered everything else vaguely. She walked out of the box to go to the bathroom, and then
she lost her temper after being drunk?
What is the code for Pleurotus eryngii?
Suddenly, Meng Ying's pupils trembled suddenly.
She recalled that moment when her back was completely pressed against the man's chest, and it was so hot and tight under the two layers of clothes that she felt the shape change somewhere in his body.
The blood all over his body seemed to be burning dry.
She was almost boiling.
Meng Ying's already red face turned redder and weirder now. She lay down on the sofa, picked up the blanket and covered her head, which could almost be described as a scream.
She finally remembered that she had done this extremely ridiculous thing while drunk! !
This should not be described as a drunken gaffe. Would Mr. Liang think she is a female hooligan?
Meng Ying never imagined that after 22 years of following the rules, she would one day do such a ridiculous thing.
Suisui was startled by her lost look at the moment. He jumped up on the sofa with great effort. With confusion in his eyes, he lay down on the top of Meng Ying's hair and licked her hair.
That night, Meng Ying's fever became more serious.
When I woke up the next day, my throat was completely speechless.
The whole person seemed to be in a big furnace.
Fu’s mother was startled when she knocked on the door in the morning. She looked at Meng Ying’s burned, cracked lips, and her pale face, with only her cheeks carrying a deep blush. She looked like this Fu Ma was frightened and rushed downstairs.
Dong Zhilan frowned after hearing this in the restaurant.
Meng Yuan on the side glanced at Dong Zhilan's face and looked concerned, "How is Yingying? Mom Fu, you already knew that Meng Ying had a severe fever, why didn't you call the doctor earlier? Let’s see, what if it burns out and leaves sequelae?”
Fu Ma was speechless.
Dong Zhilan came to Meng Ying's bedroom.
Meng Ying thought the person who came was Fu Ma. When she sat up, she saw clearly who the figure was. She bit her dry lips and turned sideways to get the glass on the bedside table, but There is no water in the glass.
Her throat was extremely dry.
I opened my mouth and called out "Mom", but there seemed to be a thick ball of cotton wool deep in my throat, and no sound came out.
Dong Zhilan picked up the kettle from the coffee table, poured a glass of water and handed it to her hand. Looking at her appearance at the moment, his eyebrows were furrowed.
Meng Ying drank a glass of water in one breath.
The coolness was like water entering her throat, like an ice spring appearing in the desert. She felt much better. Her pale and slender fingers clenched the glass tightly, and her fingertips rubbed the body of the glass awkwardly.
The water is cool, but there is a faint warmth deep inside.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Dong Zhilan, who was standing two meters away from his bed.
Ever since she was a child, she actually never got along well with Dong Zhilan.
There are almost no warm mother-daughter moments in my memory.
Dong Zhilan herself is a strong person, and in addition, all her efforts for her daughter are devoted to Meng Yuan.
But in every child's heart, there is a longing for love.
Meng Ying also has a desire in her heart.
This desire reached its peak when I was young. Later, with repeated disappointments, this desire was smoothed away, just like the wild mountain rose outside, its roots buried in the soil.
She doesn't want anyone to see her desire for love, which is a weakness that others can ridicule.
When she was 13 years old, she would rush from fifth place to first place in grade because of a compliment from Dong Zhilan. But after New Year's Eve that year, Meng Ying buried the love she longed for in her heart.
Dong Zhilan’s voice was as calm as a woman’s and asked, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m much better, thank you, mom.” At this moment, quietly, Meng The tender buds seemed to have sprouted up inside the warbler again.
She licked her lower lip.
Before she could say anything, Dong Zhilan said again, "Did you know that if you were not sick last night and attended the cruise banquet with your sister, you two sisters could easily get married with your talents and looks. Dongfeng. "
Meng Ying's originally pale face was now almost transparent. She seemed to have lost a lot of weight in the past few days due to fever, and her pale face was weak.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at Dong Zhilan.
(End of this chapter)