He Is Warmer Than Time

The car was driving on the wide road, Dong Yu pounced on the windshield, the air conditioner was turned on in the car, and the male host on the radio had a low voice, which made her occasionally shake her head as if she heard Xie Muye talking.

Their voices are still quite similar.

He is almost thirty, don't he know he is going to the hospital if he is sick?

The female secretary was really worried.

But... somehow, she remembered that when Xie Muye taught her homework in her junior high school, one time, about this early winter, was caught in the winter rain. He fell ill and was reluctant to go to the hospital.

It's not that he has any psychology to the hospital, but he thinks that the big man has a headache and goes to the hospital is too fussy.

Jian Xia shook her head, thinking, she didn't need to care about his life and death.

But when she came back to her senses, she realized that she was walking not to go home, but to Xie Muye's apartment.

In front of the red light, she hurriedly braked, upset, she reached out and pressed her eyebrows, Jian Xia, what's wrong with you?

The green light came on quickly, and her mind was still chaotic. Without releasing the brake, the car behind could not wait. She honked her horn and she could only be pushed forward.

Just drove on, and actually drove to Xie Muye's apartment, which is a very high-end apartment.

When her car stopped at the gate of the community, she wanted to retreat, but she saw that the bar was suddenly raised.

For this kind of community, if it were not for the registered car doorman, she would have to report the head of the household to be visited.

This shows that Xie Muye filed her car here.

Two cars had been parked behind, and she was pushed all the way downstairs to his apartment.

Downstairs of his apartment was a facial recognition code. She got out of the car without holding an umbrella, and rushed down the corridor after a few steps. She was hesitating, but the door was opened.

Naturally, Xie Muye had already registered her.

Jian Xia knew where he lived, so she took the elevator to the seventh floor.

This is a large house with one ladder and one family. When you come out of the elevator, it is directly his living room. The interior is decorated in a gray and white style. At first glance, it is a man who lives in it. It looks impersonal.

The same person as him.

Jian Xia wanted to turn around, but didn't know how to take the elevator. Everything here was too advanced, but she looked like a soil bun.

There is a light on the entrance, and there is only one floor lamp in the living room, so the light in the whole living room is dim.

She walked in with an inch of footsteps, outside the full-length floor-to-ceiling windows, drizzling rain, thick carpets under her feet, low-key luxury and texture can be reflected wherever she can see.

Yes, he is rich. He is not only the deputy secretary of the Department of Homeland Security, but also the president of a company. He is top-notch in food, clothing, housing and transportation. What's the problem?

When I approached, I saw a person lying on the large sofa, beside a floor lamp, the light softly hit his face, the white shirt he was wearing.

The black suit was thrown on the carpet on the side, and the white shirt had two buttons unbuttoned. He didn't seem to be alert, so he just lay on the sofa.

Jian Xia approached lightly, he snorted softly, breathing heavily.

She walked to him, slowly squatted down, and then reached out to touch his forehead.

One piece was piping hot, and I really got a high fever.

She gave her a handful. Why is this person like this? How old is this person. He doesn't go to the hospital with a fever, but only comes back to lie on the sofa.