The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

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He Xiyan walked to the entrance of the study. It was a password door, pure gray, and a fingerprint password lock was installed next to it. Only the fingerprints of their husband and wife were recorded in the study, and other idle people never came in.

He Xiyan held out his thumb and hesitated to press his finger after a while.

The shutter automatically opened to both sides.

And she quickly saw what the study looked like at this time.

The study room's light didn't turn on. At a glance, you could only see a blurry figure and a burning cigarette.

"Ye Hao ..." He Xiyan called her husband's name.

She hurried in and turned on the light in the study.

The moment the light came on, she saw the man in front of her, her husband.

He was sitting on the leather chair at this moment, with his left hand on his head, and his right hand holding an unsmoked cigarette, his face looked a little pale, as if he was sick. After a while, he coughed again and again.

He Xiyan walked to his side and laid a hand on his shoulder, with a hint of doubt and distress in his eyes. .

"What's wrong?" She asked. He had been so annoyed once or twice because of work. Is it this time?

Ye Hao took the cup aside and took a sip of tea. He didn't answer, but just shook his hand at his wife and told her that he was fine.

He Xiyan has noticed that his complexion is very bad. In addition to looking unhappy, he is also a bit sick, and his lips are very dry, and there is no blood color.

She reached out her hand and put it lightly on his forehead, and with this put on, she opened her eyes warily.

He is ill and has a high fever.

Ye Hao took her hand upset a little, and he stood up, walked to the window, and pushed the closed window away, letting the cold northwest wind in. It was on his face as well, but he couldn't feel the cold.

"Don't open the window!" He Xiyan stepped forward and took his hand, the other hand stretched out, closing the window tight again.

"You have a cold, Ye Hao ... can't blow the cold wind." He Xiyan said anxiously. Knowing that he would stand by the window smoking like this every time he was depressed.

He hurried downstairs and asked the housekeeper for some cold medicine and antipyretic medicine. Then pour a large glass of warm water up.

She put the water and medicine on that desk, walked to him, and took his hand. The very wide hand was also hot at the moment, and the palm was more like a fire.

"Yan Yan ..." Ye Hao suddenly called his wife's name.

He Xiyan looked up at him and found that his eyes were covered with bloodshot, as if he had not rested for many days.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked again.

The more he kept silent, the more worried and nervous she became.

Ye Hao reached out and pulled He Xiyan into his arms, and then held her tightly around his waist. He didn't reply, but just bowed his head and kissed her.

He Xiyan bit her lip, and she could feel the kind of hotness emanating from him.

"Is it work?"

She asked, wondering how he suddenly became so irritable.

Ye Hao sighed heavily, and there was a gloom in the amber eyes, but he didn't say the real reason.

He let go of her hand, held up a glass of boiling water on the desk, poured a few more pills, raised his head, and poured them all into his mouth.