Of course, she was free to return to New York whenever she wanted, and no one would ask if it was normal, but it was still the New Year, so she had to make up a reason in advance.

While combing his hair, Qiao Muyuan looked at the little girl in the mirror and paused for more than ten seconds.

She remembered that when he was in Bincheng some time ago, she called him and Tong Qian was also there.

So...why is she eager to run from the capital to New York?

When she thought of this, the little girl's eyes turned red and she wanted to cry.

I feel aggrieved.

But when I heard that he had been feverish for three days and hadn't woken up, he threw down his comb regardless and hurriedly packed his suitcase and went downstairs.

She asked the maid to call a driver to take her to the airport.

The driver was surprised, it was so exposed outside, the eldest lady wanted to go abroad?

There was heavy frost and dew in the early morning, white rime hung all over the treetops, and a hazy mist filled the air, making it very difficult to recognize.

The driver helped Qiao Muyuan put her suitcase in the car and took her to the airport without asking anything.

Qiao Muyuan booked the nearest flight.

It was very dark and nothing could be seen. The drive to the airport was empty and lonely, with only the twinkling stars and the low sky.

…

Sister Cui cooked two bowls of taro and rock sugar milk balls and placed them in thermos boxes.

When Qiao Muyuan rushed to the hospital despite the wind and snow, he still had his suitcase in his hand. It was snowing in New York City, with white snow flying and everything being chilled.

The weather is very cold and the night is very thin.

No one was walking in the passage outside the VIP ward. The marble floor was smooth and discernible. Qiao Muyuan was holding on to his suitcase, with a tired look in his eyes. It was exactly three or four in the morning in New York.

Sister Cui came over personally to open the door for her.

The petite and cute girl in front of her was covered with stars and moonlight, her down jacket was stained with the cold winter snow, and her knitted woolen hat was also stained with snow. Before she could take off the scarf, she hid behind the scarf and smiled at Sister Cui, with infinite starlight hidden in her eyes.

It's just that my face is a little red from the cold.

"Come in, come in quickly, is it snowing heavily outside?" Sister Cui's voice was very soft, but Ji Changmu was in the room and could not hear the sounds outside.

"Well, it snowed heavily and it was hard to drive. It took a long time to get to the hospital."

It was very warm in the hospital. Qiao Muyuan took off his hat, scarf, and down jacket. Underneath was a light yellow cashmere dress.

Sister Cui helped her bring her suitcase in and poured her a cup of hot tea.

But Qiao Muyuan didn't answer and asked in a low voice: "Is he sleeping?"

"No, Mr. Ji hasn't woken up yet, and his high fever hasn't gone away."

"Can I go in and have a look?"

"certainly."

Qiao Muyuan gently pushed open the door to the inner room. The man was lying under a thin white duvet, his eyebrows were cold and desolate, his face was thin and motionless, but his brows seemed to be frowning, and a damp sky blue square scarf was covered on his forehead.

She walked over and squatted down, reaching into the quilt with her little hand to grab his hand. His body was indeed very hot, and so were her hands.

The little girl's brows furrowed, anxious, but speechless.

"I don't know when sir will wake up, and the doctor doesn't know either."

"How could this happen?"

"The reason why the doctor said he was too tired... Indeed, my husband was busy with work some time ago, plus he rushed to Bincheng and was jet-lagged back and forth, which was very hurtful. My husband was tired at noon on New Year's Eve, and he didn't eat much lunch that day.

After eating, he stayed in the villa tea room, no one knew what he was thinking."
Chapter completed!