Wrong flirtation!Billionaire CEO dotes on his wife to the bone

Chapter 112 Jiang Heng is sick

"Dudududu..."

After ringing for nearly half a minute, the other end of the phone picked up.

"Hello? Qiutong?" Jiang Heng's voice was somewhat uncertain.

"Well, it's me." Lu Qiutong asked softly: "Jiang Heng, are you in the hospital now? An An made cookies in the baking class and insisted that I send them to you."

"I'm not in the hospital. I'm not feeling well today, so I didn't go to work."

Lu Qiutong heard Jiang Heng cough a few times and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Heng said in a hoarse voice: "I have a cold, a cold, a little fever..."

Although Jiang Heng didn't elaborate, Lu Qiutong knew that it must have been caused by him jumping into the swimming pool to save An An yesterday and failing to change out of wet clothes in time.

For a moment, her heart was filled with unspeakable emotions.

Lu Qiutong hesitated for a moment and said, "Send me the address and I'll send you the cookies."

Jiang Heng was a little excited and coughed a few more times: "Ahem...Okay. I'll send it to you now."

A few seconds after hanging up the phone, Lu Qiutong received a message from Jiang Heng.

Not long after, Lu Qiutong drove to Shangcheng Garden.

After parking the car, Lu Qiutong first went to the supermarket near the community. When she came out, she was carrying some fruits and vegetables in her hands.

There is also a separate bag containing cookies made by Gu Li'an himself.

Lu Qiutong registered at the building security office, and the elevator quietly went up to the 22nd floor.

After stepping out of the elevator, Lu Qiutong looked up at the house number '2201'. She took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell on the wall.

In less than ten seconds, the door in front of me was opened from the inside.

"Qiutong, please come in."

Jiang Heng was wearing casual home clothes and stood behind the door, leaning slightly sideways.

He might have just gotten up from the bed, and there was a strand of hair on his head sticking up.

When Lu Qiutong saw his appearance, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Entering the entrance hall, Jiang Heng reached out to help Lu Qiutong carry something, but she avoided it, "No, I can carry it. Are there any slippers for guests?"

"Yes." Jiang Heng took out a pair of cotton and linen slippers from the shoe cabinet, "This pair of slippers is new."

Lu Qiutong put the things in his hands on the cabinet, bent down and put on his slippers, and then carried the things in.

"I bought some fruits and vegetables and put them in the refrigerator for you?" Lu Qiutong looked back at Jiang Heng and asked.

"Yes, ok."

Jiang Heng felt his throat was dry and itchy, so he walked to the water dispenser and poured a glass of water. After drinking the water, he felt a little better, so he poured a glass and handed it to Lu Qiutong.

"Thank you, please put it on the table for me first." Lu Qiutong opened the refrigerator, sorted the fruits and vegetables into categories, and arranged them neatly.

After putting the things away, Lu Qiutong washed his hands, held the water glass in his hand, and walked to the sofa in the living room to sit down.

"Jiang Heng, if you feel uncomfortable, just go back to bed and lie down." Seeing that he was not energetic, Lu Qiutong couldn't help but feel worried.

"I'm feeling better. It's hard for you to come here, and I want to sit with you for a while." Jiang Heng looked at her intently.

Lu Qiutong saw a thermometer on the table. She picked it up and handed it to him, "Are you feeling better? Then take your temperature."

Jiang Heng had no choice but to reach out and take the thermometer and put it under his arm.

Five minutes later, Jiang Heng took out the thermometer.

Lu Qiutong frowned when she saw 38.8 degrees displayed on the thermometer: "Is this what you said, is it better?"

Jiang Heng whispered: "It's 38.9 degrees in the morning."

Lu Qiutong pulled him up without any explanation, dragged him into the bedroom, reached out and pushed him down on the bed.

When she was covering him with a quilt, she was half-kneeling beside the bed, their bodies very close to each other.

Jiang Heng resisted the urge to pull her into his arms, and lay on the bed very cooperatively, recuperating.

He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy and headache caused by the fever, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Heng's fever was so severe that Lu Qiutong couldn't leave immediately. She walked to the living room and looked at the retro clock placed above the TV cabinet. It was already 03:30 in the afternoon.

Lu Qiutong picked up the phone and called Laozhai to arrange for a driver to pick up the child from the kindergarten.

Sitting alone on the white leather sofa in the living room, Lu Qiutong looked around carefully.

The home decorated by Jiang Heng mainly uses black, white and gray as the main colors. All objects are neatly arranged and spotless, and it looks simple and comfortable.

In a house of more than 300 square meters, he only built one bedroom and a study room. The rest is an open space. Sitting in the living room, it feels very empty.

After a while, Lu Qiutong got up and walked to the kitchen. He found a casserole in the cupboard. He washed the rice and put it in the casserole to cook.

Then, she found the ribs and yam she had just bought from the refrigerator, blanched the ribs, then peeled and cut the yam into pieces, and put them into a casserole together.

After putting down the ingredients to cook, Lu Qiutong walked back to the living room, took out his tablet computer from his bag, and started working on his work.

The hour hand ticks and time flies by.

In the evening, the orange sunset shone in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. Lu Qiutong raised her head, and the warm light shone on her face.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a long-lost peace in her heart.

This was her first time here, but in a daze, she felt as if she had been here for a long, long time...

Looking out the window at the glowing sky, her thoughts gradually drifted away.

It wasn't until a faint sound of footsteps was heard that Lu Qiutong came back to his senses and turned to look at the source of the sound.

The place where Jiang Heng was standing was half-lit, and when he saw Lu Qiutong sitting on the sofa, he seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Qiutong, I thought you had left."

Lu Qiutong put down the tablet and said with a smile: "Anyway, you got cold because you were trying to save An An. Wouldn't it be too heartless to throw you away?"

Jiang Heng pursed his lips and smiled.

"Are you hungry? I cooked pork ribs porridge for you. It may not be delicious, so you can just eat some."

Lu Qiutong got up and walked to the kitchen, filled him with a bowl of porridge and brought it out.

Jiang Heng sat at the dining table. After tasting a few mouthfuls, he looked up at Lu Qiutong and said, "It's delicious. I like to eat this kind of soft porridge."

"You can eat it if you like. I haven't cooked for a long time, and I'm afraid it won't be cooked well."

Lu Qiutong used to be a full-time housewife, and she often cooked for Gu Ze.

After the divorce, I have been living in the old house and I am very busy at work, so I have never been in the kitchen.

Jiang Heng ate three bowls of porridge in a row and put down the bowl when he couldn't eat any more.

Lu Qiutong said: "I'll pour out the remaining porridge. It will go bad tomorrow."

"Help me pack it up and put it in the refrigerator. I get hungry easily at night, so I can heat it up and have it as a midnight snack."

In fact, Jiang Heng never ate late-night snacks, he just didn't want Lu Qiutong to throw away the porridge.

This is the porridge that Lu Qiutong cooked for him personally...

Of course it can’t be wasted!

Lu Qiutong found a big bowl, put the porridge in it, sealed it with plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator.

Jiang Heng held his head with one hand and looked at her busy back in the kitchen. His heart felt extremely warm.

"Qiutong, since you had dinner with me that day, your attitude towards me has changed. Why?"

Lu Qiutong's hands washing the dishes paused for two seconds, pretending not to hear, and remained silent.

Jiang Heng sighed and said softly: "I just hope that you can be your true self in front of me."

"Qiutong, don't hide yourself, okay?"

Lu Qiutong lowered his head, not daring to look back at him: "I don't know what you are talking about. It's getting late, I should go back."

She quickly packed up the kitchen, walked to the living room, picked up her bag and walked to the entrance, put on her shoes, opened the door and left.

Jiang Heng looked at the empty home. He reached out and opened the carton on the table, took a cookie and put it into his mouth.

The aroma of butter and cranberry fills your mouth.

The depressed mood is cured by desserts.

He suddenly thought of something, and his dim eyes lit up instantly.

It seems that kid Gu Li'an has a very good impression of him...