Chapter 1854 Are You Drying Your Hair in the Middle of the Night?

"Go home when you wake up. The doctor said it will be fine if the fever is gone."

Jiang Liu's tone was very calm and he asked again, "Can you walk on your own?"

He nodded, slowly lifted the quilt, and stood up.

He hadn't eaten for several days, and even though he was given nutrient solution, he still felt weak.

He wanted to ask Jiang Liu for help, but also thought that she would be showing mercy by not kicking him, so he held on and slowly walked to the door.

Jiang Liu took the bag next to him and followed him.

He walked slowly, and when he got to the elevator, he saw his face in the mirror.

It was frighteningly pale, and the lips looked like they had a fever and were a little chapped.

He subconsciously scratched his hair, trying to let the bangs on his forehead hang down a little to cover his face.

When we got to the car, Meng Chi was driving in the front seat.

Meng Chi hesitated to speak, and finally said nothing.

After Shen Muye got in, he started groping around inside the car.

Finally he found a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face.

Jiang Liu closed the car door and asked Meng Chi to drive.

When the car was halfway through, she finally couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Are you sick? Why are you wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night?"

Shen Muye didn't say anything, just pursed his lips.

Jiang Liu had some doubts as to whether this man had been burned to death.

The car finally stopped outside the Jiang family villa, and she got out of the car first. She saw him slowly getting out wearing sunglasses.

She was too lazy to wait, so she opened the door and changed her shoes at the entrance. She was too sleepy and even yawned.

Shen Muye was weak and changed his shoes slowly.

But the sunglasses were always on his face.

When Jiang Liu lay on the bed, she heard his footsteps walking towards the closet again. It seemed that he was going to take his pajamas to wash clothes.

"It's three o'clock in the middle of the night. What are you doing? You can wash it after you wake up."

Shen Muye didn't respond and took his clothes to the bathroom.

Jiang Liu's face darkened with anger. Forget it, he deserved to die in the cold.

Twenty minutes later, she heard the sound of hair drying coming from the bathroom, and finally couldn't hold herself any longer.

"Shen Muye, are you sick? Are you drying your hair in the middle of the night?"

She opened the bathroom door, and she didn't know if it was her imagination, but she felt that his lips had been wetted by something and were no longer dry.

In the past few days, he had been exposed to rain and was hospitalized. His hair was really dirty, and he didn't have time to take a shower. After being wiped with alcohol, there was a smell.

Now he had washed himself fragrantly and his hair was clean.

Jiang Liu's anger dropped instantly.

Damn it, forget it, at least for the sake of this face.

She took a deep breath, went back to bed, and fell asleep.

In a daze, the other half of the bed sank, and the man lay beside her and took her into his arms.

The tip of Jiang Liu's nose smelled the scent of shower gel, and her mood improved a lot in her sleep.

The next morning, after she got up, she looked to the side.

Shen Muye is no longer here.

She yawned, and then she had time to go to the bathroom to clean herself up.

After coming out of the shower, she went downstairs and saw him sitting on the sofa in the living room, having a video meeting.

He has been really busy since taking charge of Jiang's family. He knelt outside a few days ago and piled up a lot of things that he had not done.

Breakfast was not ready yet, so she went for a walk outside alone. When she came back from her walk, she saw that the food had been placed on the table.

The servant called Shen Muye to come eat, but he pretended not to hear and continued typing on the keyboard.

The servant looked at Jiang Liu, who didn't bother to pay attention to him, whether he wanted to eat or not.

After finishing eating, she ran to the garden to look at the flowers.

After she was no longer in the living room, Shen Muye asked Meng Chi next to her.

"When will my voice get better?"

The voice now sounds a bit unpleasant, no different from a broken gong.

"Mr. Shen, about three days."