Extreme Pampering After Marriage

  Chapter 650 Don't want me

  The spotlights on the field seemed to be attracted by Mo Zhiyun who had just entered the field for an instant, together with those envious eyes.

  Mo Zhiyun attended today on behalf of the Jin Group. He was wearing a high-end suit and his long hair was slightly styled, revealing delicate and upright facial features. A confident and calm smile floated on his pretty face.

  The person in charge of zf is very polite when facing her, who doesn't know that Mo Zhiyun is now a newcomer in Mo City's business circle, not to mention that she is Mo Shenbai's younger sister.

  When Mo Zhiyun was approached by a crowd of people, his gaze caught Lu Heyun in the wheelchair, and his steps suddenly stopped.

  The sights of the two people met at a certain point in mid-air, calm and deep, without the slightest ups and downs.

   When he realized that the strange person in charge wanted to say something to ease the atmosphere, Lu Heyun took the lead to look away, as if he had never known him before.

  Mo Zhiyun also looked away, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

  The people present are all good people, so it is natural to see the strangeness of the two people, and their complicated relationship before, so they kept silent and changed the subject.

  Mo Zhiyun's status is distinguished, so he was assigned a seat in the first row, while Lu Heyun was arranged in the third row, diagonally behind her, so he could see her profile when he looked up.

  The entire exchange meeting went smoothly, and several wealthy businessmen and representatives of rural economic development have reached a consensus on cooperation.

  Mo Zhiyun didn't see any good projects. Originally, her advantage was in development. Today, she just came here to show her face and support her.

  After the exchange meeting, there was a reception. Mo Zhiyun went back to the hotel booked by the secretary to rest, and changed into a dress by the way.

  After Lu Heyun got into the car, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't speak for a long time.

  Chen Jing already knew what happened at the exchange meeting, bowed her head and said, "Sorry, Mr. Lu was my negligence. I didn't know that the organizer also invited President Mo."

  Hearing the words, Lu Heyun raised his head slowly, staring at her sharply with a pair of quiet eyes, as if he wanted to see through her.

  Chen Jing subconsciously avoided his gaze, pursed her lips uncomfortably, "Mr. Lu..."

  Lu Heyun closed his eyes, did not try to expose her lies, and said in a calm voice: "Tell the person in charge that I am unwell, so I will not attend the reception and go back to Shanshui Town."

  A trace of surprise flashed across Chen Jing's eyes, but she still nodded, "I see."

   Without putting any luggage, a group of people hurried back again.

hotel room.

  The secretary knocked on the door, "President Mo, the reception is about to start, we should leave."

  Mo Zhiyun sat by the bed without moving, not even changing the dress on the bed.

  The secretary was puzzled, "Mr. Mo, is there a problem with the dress?"

   "The dress is fine, but I suddenly have something to deal with. If you represent me at the reception, I won't go."

  He probably didn't want to see him very much, so he still didn't go to the reception.

  The secretary vaguely noticed something, but there was nothing, "I understand, I will explain it to the person in charge."

   "Thank you." Mo Zhiyun stood up, picked up his handbag and prepared to leave.

  …

  Shanshui Town.

  When Lu Heyun got off the car, the crescent moon was hanging high, the sky was full of stars, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and the tranquility of the town made breathing seem infinitely magnified.

  Chen Jing helped him lie on the bed, and when she covered him with the quilt, she noticed that his expression was not right.

   "President Lu, your complexion is not very good, are you uncomfortable?"

  Lu Heyun's pale face didn't have a trace of blood, and he looked tired, and said lightly: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired, just sleep."

   "Then you have a good rest, I won't bother you anymore."

  Chen Jing thoughtfully helped him turn off the light, and when he walked out of the room, he looked back worriedly.

  By the hazy moonlight, I vaguely saw him lying down as if he was about to fall asleep, and gently closed the door.

  She returned to the room and did not rest. Instead, she took care of some work, raised her hand and glanced at her watch. At 3 o'clock in the morning, she was still a little worried, so she got up and walked out of the room.

  Carefully pushed open the door of Lu Heyun's room, turned on the bedside lamp, and when he saw Lu Heyun's face, his heart twitched suddenly.

  Lu Heyun's face was flushed, his head was covered with sweat, his breathing was short of breath, and he looked very uncomfortable.

   "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu..."

  Mo Zhiyun called him twice but there was no response, so he reached out to touch his forehead.

   His forehead is surprisingly hot.

  He has a high fever.

  Chen Jing got up and was about to go to the doctor in the town, when suddenly there was a hot force in her hand.

   Turning around, she saw Lu Heyun half-opening her eyes, holding her hand tightly.

   "Lu... President..." she said hesitantly.

  Under Lu Heyun's thick fan-like eyelashes, his deep eyes gazed at her affectionately, his voice was weak and hoarse, "Zhizhi, don't go..."

  Chen Jing seemed to be stung by something, she pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Lu, I'm Chen Jing. You have a fever. I'll call the doctor."

  He held her hand tightly and didn't let go, almost humbled into the dust, "Please...don't want me, Zhizhi..."

  Chen Jing was silent for a moment, and replied in a low voice, almost inaudible, "Okay, I won't go."

   It was Mo Zhiyun who he asked for, but it was Chen Jing who agreed to him.

  She took his hand instead.

  Lu Heyun seemed to have heard her promise, and gradually loosened his grip on her hand.

  Chen Jing was greedy for the temperature of his skin, and put his hand back under the quilt carefully after a while.

  Turn around and call for a doctor for him.

  Lu Heyun's illness was severe, and he had a high fever for several days in a row. The fever finally subsided, but he was still sluggish, coughing all the time, and took a bunch of medicines that didn't help.

  The doctor suggested that he go to a big city for a detailed examination of the whole body. After all, his body has undergone surgery and is more fragile than ordinary people, and he needs to be more careful.

  Lu Heyun didn't want to go, but Chen Jing firmly insisted that he go back to Mocheng and let the previous attending doctor do an examination for him.

  If he disagreed, Chen Jing would immediately contact President Mo and ask him to come in person.

  Lu Heyun finally compromised.

  Because he didn't know when he would come back, Chen Jing helped him pack some clothes and some daily necessities.

   It took half a day to return to Mocheng, and Lu Heyun was unwilling to go back to the previous villa, but asked Chen Jing to book a suite in the hotel.

   On the first day of check-in, Lu Heyun didn't go down to eat, and asked the hotel staff to deliver lunch and dinner to the room.

  Chen Jing made an appointment for him to do the examination, and went there on an empty stomach the next morning, and it was already noon after all the examinations were done, because some reports would come out the next day, so they asked them to go again the next day.

  Chen Jing sent him back to the hotel, because she suddenly received a call to deal with a job, she didn't send him up, and left first.

  Lu Heyun went directly to the restaurant of the hotel, intending to finish his lunch and return to his room to rest.

   Ordered food casually, touched his cuffs in a daze while waiting, and accidentally dropped the cuffs.

   The gray cuff rolled on the ground several times, and finally stopped.

  He steered the wheelchair over, bent down to pick it up, but his fingertips were still a little short.

  The cuff got stuck between the bonsai and the wall, and the wheelchair couldn't get any closer.

  He lowered his waist and tried his best to pick up the cuff with his fingertips, but he always missed it.

  A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead in anxiety, he raised his head and took a deep breath, just about to ask the staff to help him pick it up...

  Suddenly there was a figure beside him, he bent down and easily picked up the cuff, and handed it to him.

  (end of this chapter)