You Are My Unforgettable Love

Qiao Lian was a little surprised.

She thought of calling Xia Yehua. She didn't know about Shen Liangchuan's illness, but at this moment, Song Yuanxi took Song Cheng's cell phone and called her again.

This idea was flashed.

She hesitated, then heard Song Yuanxi continue to say: "I'll send you a position on WeChat, you come over quickly."

When this word fell, he hung up the phone directly.

After a while, she received a positioning message from her.

Qiao Lian stared at WeChat, hesitated, still got up and dressed.

The location on WeChat is not a hospital, but a villa.

Qiao Lian taxied over and rang the doorbell. Song Yuanxi anxiously opened the door for her. "Sister, you are here."

Qiao Lian didn't speak, and looked at the room silently.

Since Shen Liangchuan is not in the hospital, it means that he is not very ill.

But I didn't expect that just after the idea fell, I heard Song Yuanxi say: "Brother Liangchuan has a fever, and it's almost forty degrees today! It's still hanging water now."

Forty degrees faster? !!

Her pupils suddenly widened: "Why not go to the hospital?"

Song Yuanxi sighed helplessly, "He doesn't like the hospital."

Speaking of which, Song Yuanxi grabbed her by the hand, "Sister, Brother Song Cheng called me to take care of him, but ... I was not very convenient after all, so I called you over."

She took the lead to go upstairs. "The doctor said that the drug was slow to cool down. Before he could determine that his fever had subsided, he had to cool down physically. I prepared alcohol, and you can rub Liangchuan."

When she said that, she brought over the alcohol.

When Qiao Lian entered Shen Liangchuan's room, he saw that his face was abnormally red, and he was sleeping in the bed with his eyes closed. His thick eyebrows were pursed tightly, apparently in his sleep and very uncomfortable .

This appearance of the Liangliang River, without the strength of ordinary times, is like an innocent angel.

Qiao Lian reached out and tried to touch his head.

Song Yuanxi hurriedly said, "Sister-in-law, be careful, Brother Liangchuan will not let anyone touch ..."

Without saying a word, her hand was already on his forehead.

The hot temperature made Qiao Lian feel the back of her hands as if they were being burned.

She was anxious. "How could it be so high?"

Song Yuanxi's gaze fell on her hand holding Shen Liangchuan's forehead. There was a flash of light in her eyes, and she sighed, "I don't know."

Qiao Lian did not continue to ask, picked up the alcohol next to him, and began to wipe his body.

He seemed a little uncomfortable, taut, and a pained expression on his face.

As if dreaming of something unhappy, anxious and eager, Qiao Lian couldn't help holding his hand, "Shen Liangchuan, it's okay."

In a word, the man on the bed seemed to sense her presence.

Then it gradually became quiet.

The alcohol cooled down quickly, and the temperature on his body finally dropped slowly, and then Shen Liangchuan slept soundly.

Qiao Lian stood up and was about to wash his hands, but just before leaving, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

She tried to pull her hand out and moved, but in vain.

Even in his sleep, his strength was scary, and because of her actions, he became extremely anxious, and the corner of his mouth murmured, speaking, faintly, as if: "Don't leave ..."