After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhiyu jogged all the way, not even having time to take the elevator, and crawled up the stairs directly.
There was a small gap at the door on the main floor of her house. It was dark inside and emitted a golden light.
She poked her head inside but found no one. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, a pair of large hands grabbed her tightly and pulled her into the room.
There is a light scent of agarwood in the room, which is fresh and pleasant.
This is Lin Yeci’s home, you can see through it at a glance.
The spacious living room is covered with white marble floors, a separate dressing room is located in front of the bedroom, and the open kitchen adds a touch of European and American style to his home.
If the boy's home wasn't just upstairs from Jiang Zhiyu, she would never have imagined that the same house could have such different styles.
His house only has one room, so it seems extremely spacious.
"Cough cough..." Lin Yeci covered his stomach, his face as pale as if it was covered with flour.
If we didn't know he was sick, we might have thought the boy was pretending.
"Little fox... I'm in so much pain..." Lin Yeci held onto the wall, looking like he was about to collapse, "It's all because of your poisoned bread. I've been having diarrhea for the whole day."
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Jiang Zhiyu was helpless. This matter was indeed her fault. She didn't care about the difference between men and women and supported Lin Yeci's elbow on her shoulder.
"Go to the bedroom and lie down..."
She reached out and touched the boy's forehead and found his temperature was normal.
But it feels like a layer of powder has been touched off?
Illusion, illusion, it must be an illusion….
How could Lin Yeci, a squad leader, do such a childish thing...
She walked into his bedroom and helped him lie down on the bed, "Have you had dinner?"
“No…I didn’t eat…” Just after he said this, he suddenly saw the takeaway bag on the bedside table that had not been dealt with, and quickly blocked it with his body.
Jiang Zhiyu was thinking about the patient's diet while speaking logically, "Then I'll cook you some porridge and pair it with the pickles my mother made. You can't eat anything else at this rate."
Lin Yeci, feeling guilty, broke out in a cold sweat and burped, "Then... then I'll trouble you."
"It's my fault. This poor child must have had a stomachache and couldn't eat for the whole day. He must have been starving..." Jiang Zhiyu's muttering was not loud, but not small enough for the man lying on the bed to hear clearly.
She went to search the kitchen first and found all kinds of pots, pans, and utensils. However, these things were brand new, even covered with dust, and there was no sign of having been used.
I opened the refrigerator and it was full of mineral water and some lime-flavored drinks, but not a single fruit or vegetable needed for daily life.
Not only are there none of these, there’s not even any rice!
How can she cook this?
Fortunately, my home is nearby, so I can just go back home and bring it up to use.
Before leaving, she tiptoed into the room and shouted, "Lin Yeci, I'm going downstairs to get some rice and pickles!" She glanced at the boy lying on the bed, saw him make an OK gesture, then turned around and left with confidence.
Lin Yeci, who had been listening carefully, heard no movement outside, so he quickly got up and hid the bag of takeout food from lunch on the bedside table under the bed.
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