There are bright stars in your eyes

Chapter 356 Annual Meeting (11)

Sitting paralyzed on the square, Zhao Wanqing saw a tall man get out of the car and search towards her along the perimeter of the square.

Her face turned pale, and she knew that the person was He Ziqian, so she clenched her teeth, supported the cold ground with her hands, and wanted to stand up.

She didn't want to go home with him tonight.

It's just that her stop exposed her target, He Ziqian ran directly to her.
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He Ziqian saw her holding her abdomen with her hands, and her back was bent like a crayfish because of the pain, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with you? Is the gastritis recurring?"

"You... don't come here... I don't need you..." Zhao Wanqing bowed her waist, took a step back, and bumped her body against the seat behind.

Because of the pain, she bit her lips tightly with her white teeth, and spoke intermittently, staring at him with full of defense, as if he was a villain.

Seeing him, she couldn't help recalling the scene of him dancing with Liu Ying in her mind.

She would hate, would loathe any physical contact with him.

"I don't care about you, let you die here?" He Ziqian's eyes darkened, and he said fiercely.

He reached out to take off his windbreaker, took two big strides forward, and with a wave of his long arm, wrapped the warm coat around her shivering body.

Zhao Wanqing waved her arms and wanted to resist, but He Ziqian wrapped her hands around her slender waist and carried her on his back.

She kicked her legs hard twice, only to feel a surge of heat/tide in her body, and then it stopped.

After getting into the car, He Ziqian put Zhao Wanqing on the back seat, wrapped her tightly with his coat, and told her, "Persist a little longer, and you'll be home soon."

Zhao Wanqing looked away, not listening to him, her lips and cheeks were bloodless.

He Ziqian sighed lowly, turned around and sat in the driver's seat, turned on the heater in the car to the maximum, and called Zhang Haoxuan.
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When they arrived at the door of the apartment, Zhang Haoxuan was already waiting there.

He Ziqian swiped his fingerprints and opened the door, put Zhao Wanqing on the bed, pulled down the quilt and covered her.

Zhang Haoxuan followed her into the bedroom, stood in front of her, and asked with a smile, "Wanqing, what's wrong, is it your stomach?"

Zhao Wanqing was in so much pain that her whole body broke out in cold sweat, and her forehead was also covered with dense drops of sweat. She was dizzy and her body was trembling.

She shook her head and said weakly, "It's dysmenorrhea... don't make a fuss... I'm used to it, you can go back..."

He Ziqian's entire face darkened, his eyes darkened, and his voice was suppressed and painful.

Frowning, he asked, "Does this happen every time? Cramping in pain? Nearly fainting?"

Zhao Wanqing bit her cherry lips, turned her head away, and instead of replying to him, she just said to Zhang Haoxuan, "Go back...I'm fine..."

"How about it," Zhang Haoxuan said, "I'll prescribe you some traditional Chinese medicine for invigorating blood circulation and dispelling cold. You can take a course of treatment, okay?"

Zhao Wanqing shook her head and covered her face with the quilt.

She didn't want to trouble him, nor did she want to trouble He Ziqian, her body couldn't be recuperated in a short while.

Zhao Haoxuan shrugged and went to look at He Ziqian.

He Ziqian was silent for a while, grabbed Zhang Haoxuan's arm, and pulled him out of the bedroom.

His voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing her rest, but Zhang Haoxuan was extremely emotional, and his voice was so loud that she listened in.

"Even if you kill me, I can't guarantee that she won't be in pain immediately! Of course, I can't guarantee that she won't be in pain next time!"

"Her dysmenorrhea is the same as stomach problems. They need to be adjusted slowly, and it is impossible to get better immediately."

"Why don't you understand! She is weak, weak and cold, and probably anemic, so it's no wonder she doesn't have dysmenorrhea!"

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