Bringing the Nation’s Husband Home

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When Qiao An woke up again, her ears were a bit scary and quiet. She opened her eyes and looked at the surrounding cold environment. After a long stay, she recalled that she was in the bathroom of Lu Jinnian's room.

Joan barely got up from the ground, she endured the aches in the body, staggered, and walked out of the bathroom, and found that the entire presidential suite was empty, and Lu Jinnian was gone.

Joan glanced at the time of the wall clock, it was already one o'clock in the morning.

When she came up to send the script to Lu Jinnian, she didn't bring her cell phone with her. She didn't go back so late. I don't know if Zhao Meng would alarm the crew because she couldn't find her.

Qiao Anhao immediately picked up the phone in the room and dialed himself and Zhao Meng's room. The phone was quickly answered.

Qiao Anhao just "hey", followed by Zhao Meng's anxious tone: "Qiao Qiao, where have you been?"

Qiao An didn't answer Zhao Meng's question, but just commanded weakly: "You take a dress and come to 1001."

It didn’t take long for Zhao Meng to hang up with her clothes. Zhao Meng saw Qiao An as soon as she saw it, and was ready to ask her how to get to 1001, and she saw Qiao An looking good in Zhao Meng. When he was pale and there were traces of blue and purple all over his body, he immediately swallowed the words.

At this time late at night, because there was still filming tomorrow, the crew of the crew were already asleep, so Qiao Anhao and Zhao Meng returned to the room where they lived from 1001 and did not meet anyone at all.

After entering the room, Zhao Meng asked: "Qiao Qiao, is it Lu Jinnian?"

Joan sipped her lips and answered what she asked: "Don't you alarm the rest of the crew because you can't find me?"

"No." Zhao Meng finished answering, just preparing to ask Qiao Anhao, Qiao Anhao said first: "I want to take a shower."

Then, waiting for Zhao Meng to respond, he advanced into the bathroom.

When Qiao An got out of the bathroom, Zhao Meng was still asleep, looking at her eyes, mixed with distress: "Qiao Qiao..."

"Zhao Meng, I'm fine, it's not too early, let's go to sleep." Qiao Anhao interrupted Zhao Meng again.

Zhao Meng moved her lips, and finally sighed. Without saying anything, she climbed onto the bed.

Joan Hao also followed the bed, reached out his hand, turned off the light, and then pulled up the quilt, blindfolded his head, hid in the bed, and shed tears silently.

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The next morning, Qiao An opened his eyes, and found that his head was sore and left, his nose was blocked, and he was having trouble breathing. Presumably it was cold water last night, and he lay on the cold floor for so long, catching a cold. Too.

Zhao Meng looked at Qiao An's pale face and couldn't help but said with some concern: "Why not give the director a call and postpone your show? It's like this. Your condition is definitely not good. How can you still film the show?"