Hunting for Love for 101 Times

"A Nuan, are you okay?" Seeing Xia Nuan shaky, holding his forehead crooked, Song Kuncheng rushed forward and helped Xia Nuan.

Xia Nuan broke away Song Kuncheng gently: "I'm fine, probably because I got up too early in the morning and didn't rest well."

Xia Nuan continued to walk forward, feeling more dizzy than before.

"A Nuan, you can just sit down and rest." Song Kuncheng helped her again and returned to the clinic. Because Xia Nuan was too dizzy, Song Kuncheng had to help her in.

Song Kuncheng gave Xia Nuan a pulse, and frowned: "Your pulse is a bit disordered, and it seems that the mental aspect is not very good. You should adjust it properly ..."

He hadn't finished talking yet, and Xia Nu was lying unconscious on the chair.

"A Nuan?" Song Kuncheng called two times softly. Xia Nuan still had no response. Apparently, Xia Nuan had passed out.

Song Kuncheng frowned, gently hugged her horizontally, and put it on a white bed. Immediately covered the quilt.

"Doctor Song, how is she?" Behind, a woman's voice came.

Song Kuncheng turned around, turned, and looked at the woman: "She is asleep, but you don't want to take the opportunity to hurt her." When he said, he showed the weapon on his waist.

The woman smiled: "How could I hurt her, but you don't want to be so hostile to me? We are partners now. And you also know my purpose at that time, I don't want to hurt her."

Song Kuncheng slowly withdrew his weapon and looked at Xia Yan.

"You just take good care of her, don't wait for her to leave here. Can you guarantee that she won't leave?" Xia Yan asked Song Kuncheng.

Song Kuncheng looked at Xia Nuan in bed and nodded: "I can guarantee it."

"That's good, so let's get started. Is the doctor you are looking for reliable? It must be reliable, otherwise the plan will fail." Xia Yan asked Song Kuncheng anxiously.

Song Kuncheng nodded.

Modu.

After Ye Enshen heard the news, she couldn't stop her eyes from experiencing the sharp light.

In front of him was Ye Sishen's personal photo, all of which showed Ye Sishen with a woman with big wavy curly hair, or embracing, or hugging, and sometimes the woman was still crying in his arms. However, they are all in the same place, in a hidden apartment. Ye Sishen goes there every night, sometimes staying overnight, and sometimes more than half a day.

These photos were taken by Ye En in the dark. Of course, he would not hand it over to the media. Even if he handed it to the media, he could not smear Ye Sishen. After all, Ye Sishen is not currently bound by marriage. individual freedom.

His purpose is to send these photos to Xia Nuan.

Thinking of this, Ye En Shen smiled more and more proudly.

Far away in Zhongshan, Xia Nuan was still in a coma. Her cell phone rang, a strange number. Song Kuncheng opened the screen of the cell phone and saw pictures one by one about Ye Sishen and a mysterious woman. Photo. Song Kuncheng did not delete those photos, but wanted to wait for Xia Nu to wake up to see them.

In the afternoon, Xia Nuan finally woke up. Opening her eyes, she saw Song Kuncheng with a heavy face, unable to help getting up, but found that her limbs were weak, and she fell on the bed again.

"Kun, what's wrong with me?" Xia Nuan asked Song Kuncheng.

Song Kuncheng held her up, and quilted the quilt: "You are sick, you need to cultivate here for a while."

Xia Nuan said with a disapproval: "It's okay, and it is probably not a serious illness." She looked at her watch and found that it was already the next morning, and she couldn't help but be shocked.

She actually slept here all night.

"A Nuan, don't be too busy. You are really sick and need to rest." Song Kuncheng continued to persuade her, as if thinking of something: "Yes, someone just sent you a message just now."

Song Kun finished the conversation, handed the phone to Xia Nuan, and Xia Nuan opened the phone. The picture that Ye Sishen embraced with a woman came into view, and the woman snuggled in his arms and kept crying, Ye Si Shen kept comforting her.

Xia Nuan's face was smooth, but he smiled lightly: "It seems to have nothing to do with me."

Song Kuncheng nodded: "What does this photo mean and why should I send it to you?"

Xia Nuan shook her head, and a bitter smile came out of the corner of her mouth: "I don't know, I probably made a mistake."

Song Kuncheng gave a whisper and said nothing.

Xia Nuan deleted all the photos and calmed himself down.

These photos were all sent by Ye Enshen. Obviously, he sent it to her intentionally, the purpose is already obvious.

Xia Nun concealed his discomfort and got out of bed.

"A Nuan, where are you going?" Song Kun sank when she saw that she was leaving.

"I'm going back to Australia. I need to supervise some work over there." Xia Nun got out of bed and still felt a bit weak, but it was significantly better than the last dizziness.

Song Kuncheng stopped her: "A warm, you now have a rare infectious disease and you must be isolated from the outside world. Now you cultivate well here, I will try to treat you as much as possible. At first it is not serious. If you keep dragging Treatment is definitely getting worse. "

After listening to Song Kuncheng's words, Xia Nuan seemed a little helpless.

How did she get an infectious disease?

"Kun, are you mistaken?" Xia Nuan was still not quite convinced.

Song Kuncheng gave Xia Nuan an inspection report, which wrote a series of scribbled fonts, and some letters that Xia Nun didn't recognize.

Song Kuncheng spoke the terminology of this infectious disease. Obviously, Xia Nuan did not understand.

But listening to Song Kuncheng's words seemed to be very serious.

Xia Nuan looked at his medical report and was unable to do anything.

She originally wanted to go to the hospital to see, but she is now a celebrity. If she is known to be infected by the outside world, she will definitely attract gossip from various media. Moreover, Ye Sishen is likely to be involved. The power of public opinion has always been like a violent wave, which can drown people.

Xia Nuan dispelled this idea and stayed here temporarily.

Song Kuncheng has been taking good care of her and researching treatment options every day. Xia Nuan looked in his eyes and moved.

Xia Nun missed three children, so she called Ye Sishen. Since she came here, Ye Sishen has never called her once, and she called them twice before.

Xia Nuan was a little sad.

She thought about it and dialed the landline of the night house.

I soon learned that Xia Nuan, Wuyou and Nian Ansheng ran over to answer the phone.

On the side of the phone, Xia Nuan heard three little buzzing voices clamoring for the phone, and she couldn't help smiling.

"Mom, when are you coming back? My brother and I miss you so much." Nianci asked Xia Nuan.

Xia Nuan smiled: "Mom will come back when she's busy with things here, what do you like, mom sent Aunt Alan to send it to you?"

"We like moms, can all moms send themselves back?" Xia Nuan asked Xia Nuan with a smile.

Although it was a joke, Xia Nuan's heart seemed to be filled with endless warmth.

"Okay, I'll send myself back when my uncle agrees."

"Nianci, you are really stupid, my mother is joking." Wuyou trained her sister.

"You are stupid. I know my mother is talking to me!" Nianci and Wuyou argued over the phone.

An Sheng held the microphone, mother and mother shouted.

"An Sheng, isn't Dad at home?" Xia Nuan heard the sound of An Sheng's little milk, and her heart melted.

"Dad ... is not there. It hasn't been." An Sheng, who just learned to speak, is not very clear, but Xia Nuan can naturally understand.

An Sheng said Ye Sishen was never at home. Has she been out early and late every day since she left?

After Xia Nuan talked with the children, he sat uneasily, holding his cell phone, flipping Ye Sishen's number out, thinking about it, and hiding him.

Song Kuncheng watched silently without saying a word.

After Xia Nuan woke up, her cell phone disappeared, and she found it for a long time.

Song Kuncheng suspected that he had been taken away by the patients in the clinic, so he was ready to investigate immediately.

"Forget it, when I go back and buy one, there are no important documents in it."

Song Kuncheng looked regretful: "A Nuan, I'm really sorry, it's all my negligence."

Xia Nuan smiled and shook his head: "It doesn't matter, don't take it to heart."

"Let's go, let me relax with you." Song Kuncheng stood up.

Xia Nuan nodded and followed Song Kuncheng outside.

Song Kuncheng accompanied her to the temple of Fenghuang Mountain, swam across the river, and came to the fishing village where she and Ye Sishen had visited. The fishing village is very different from before. It used to be dilapidated and covered with mud. Now the houses are built here and the road on the ground has become a cement road. The greenery on both sides of the road is natural and fresh.

Xia Nuan and Song Kuncheng strolled on the concrete road, looking at the local customs.

"Are you Ms. Xia?" Xia Nuan was stopped by a middle-aged man.

Xia Nuan looked at the man, feeling vaguely familiar, and nodded silently: "Yes, may I ask you ..."

"Have you forgotten? The last time you and Mr. Ye came to my house to stay, it was Mr. Ye Sishen. At that time I thought you were husband and wife." The man scratched his head embarrassed.

Xia Nuan suddenly remembered.

Last time she stayed with Ye Sishen at a hostel, and this man was the host of the hostel.

Xia Nuan reached out his hand in a friendly manner, and the man held the hand of Xia Nuan in a flattering way. "Ms. Xia, the reason why we have made such a big change here is actually Mr. Ye. He has donated a donation to us. Help us with the construction and let us live in a new house. Mr. Ye is a rare and wonderful man. Please thank him for us. "

After the man finished speaking, a group of people swarmed towards Xia Nuan with their own specialty.

"Ms. Xia, these are some of our thoughts. Take it back and keep it for you and Mr. Ye to eat. These foods are bacteria-free and nutritious."

"Yes, Ms. Xia, our intention, please accept it."

Fishermen are more enthusiastic than one.

Xia Nuan couldn't help it.

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