Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 780: How Did You Answer His Call?

She got up and went into the kitchen, cooked some porridge, and checked his temperature every half an hour. Until the afternoon, the fever had not subsided. Qin Yin gritted her teeth, went back to the bedroom, glanced at the laundry from the morning which was still damp. She found an address in the bedside table, picked up her phone, and called the store where she usually bought clothes, asking them to deliver an outfit.

More than half an hour later, she received the clothes, handed over the money to the delivery person, and then took the clothes into the bedroom, changed out of her shirt, and walked to the living room. She noticed his casual homewear, and went back to the bedroom to find a lighter jacket.

She walked to the living room, lifted the blanket, helped him up, draped the jacket over him, and only then began to speak, "Mo Han, wake up, I’ll take you to the hospital."

After a good while, Mo Han opened his eyes, his eyes red, "What’s wrong?"

Qin Yin: "Don’t sleep yet, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"Oh." He replied obediently, letting her support him as they walked. Passing by the shoe cabinet, she found him some shoes and helped him change into them. The high heels she wore yesterday were also there, she took them out, put them on, grabbed the keys from the cabinet, and headed out of the house.

At the hospital, the doctor first took his temperature, 39.7℃, he needed an IV.

She let him sit properly in position, took the prescription to get the medicine, and then went to the infusion hall to prepare for the drip.

During the infusion, Mo Han leaned against the seat and fell asleep. She positioned his hand properly, took a jacket from the next chair to cover him, and then sat down on the adjacent seat to start playing on her phone.

At this moment, Mo Han, in his casual homewear, seemed a little out of place, but given the situation at the time, she couldn’t be concerned about that.

One bottle of medicine finished, his temperature did drop, but he still didn’t wake up. It was only after the infusion that he woke up, took some cold medicine, and then they left the hospital and returned to the apartment.

Just as they entered, she planned to help him back to the master bedroom, but he broke free and walked straight to the second bedroom. While walking, he said, "You take the master bedroom."

Qin Yin stood there, dazed for a while before reacting, followed him in, waited for him to lie in bed, covered him with a blanket, and then walked out of the room.

Because he had a fever, Qin Yin was somewhat worried and didn’t go home. She directly stayed in his apartment. In the evening, she cooked some porridge again, took it to the second bedroom, and after he ate and took his medicine, she left the room.

She herself ate a little. Since she planned to stay the night, after washing the dishes she sat on the sofa to watch TV.

Before going to sleep, she checked his temperature to ensure there was no problem, and then returned to the room. She took down the clothes that had been drying since the morning, went to the bathroom and took a shower, washed the clothes, and only then returned to bed. She lay down, looked at her phone for a while, and then fell asleep.

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In the morning, the phone on the bedside table started ringing. She reached out, felt around, picked it up, and swiped the screen to answer, "Hello."

"Mo Han, what’s wrong with you? It’s already work time, why aren’t you here, Mo...." The voice on the other end suddenly stopped, as if realizing something.

Upon hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Qin Yin’s eyes widened in shock; without thinking, she tossed the phone aside.

Qin Yin: "!"

Qin Yin: "!!"

She sat up in bed, lunged toward the phone, and stared intently at the caller ID.

The name "Xu Kun" appeared before her eyes, and it felt like a thunderclap went off in her head, "Boom," exploding. Without waiting for the person on the other end to speak again, her fingers fumbled to hang up.

This is bad, this is bad, how could I have answered his call...