Her smile seemed to have a kind of infectiousness, which made Mu Xingyan unconsciously curl up the corners of his lips: "That's you, I don't really dislike you. If someone else is the one who will shut up.

Let's go."

After returning to Mu's house, Jing Xiaoran drove away.

Mu Xingyan stood at the gate and watched her car drive away before turning back into the room.

This scene was clearly seen by the person behind the window upstairs... “Aunt An, has she eaten?”

He asked the nanny at home.

Aunt An looked upstairs with a look of embarrassment: "No...Miss Anran said she was not very comfortable and didn't want to eat it. She drank a small bowl of soup in the morning, but she hadn't finished it.

I think she looks very bad, is there any disease?

Young Master, you should take her to the hospital for a look.”

Mu Xingyan didn't say anything. Of course, he knew what An Ran had wrong with him. It could not be solved by just going to the hospital casually.

He stepped upstairs to Anran's door, raised his hand and asked through the door, "Do you want something to eat?

If it's really uncomfortable, I'll take you to the hospital."

A delicate female voice came from inside: "I'm fine... Cough cough cough... don't need to go to the hospital, I'm just alone... Cough cough cough... It's so boring. Can you come in and talk to me?"

He hesitated for two seconds, pushed the door and sat on the chair farthest from the bed: "What do you say?"

On the big bed in the room, the charming woman with a pale face sat against the head of the bed, and looked at him with her eyes: "I used to think you didn't like to talk. The one who just came to the house was your sister, right?

You two have a great time talking, I have never seen you like this before."

Without too many words, Mu Xingyan just replied: "Well, it's my sister."

With such a silent personality, ordinary people really can't continue chatting. An Ran raised his hand to sort out the messy hair in his ears, and said with a smile: "It's great. Unlike me, I'm the only one at home, and I've been lonely since I was a child.

Why didn’t your sister live with you?”

Mu Xingyan said lightly: "She has her own home, not my real sister."

The smile on An Ran's face became stiff and hard: "Is that right?

It's not that my sister has such a good relationship... It's really rare.

Then she...is your cousin or cousin?"

This approach that was almost digging into the bottom line made Mu Xingyan a little repulsive. He stood up and said, "You have to rest first. I have something to do. If I feel uncomfortable, I need to go to the hospital, call me, I'm in the study."

Before An Ran could speak, he left without looking back.

She grabbed the pillow in anger and vented. He was clearly in front of her, so why couldn't he open his heart to her?

Even saying a few words was a luxury, which was still far from her purpose!                                                                                                                       

She had coughed for a day today, and the nanny, Aunt An, couldn't help it anymore, and suggested again: "Young Master, just take Miss Anran to the hospital for a look. I think it's not a problem for her to cough like this."

Mu Xingyan listened to the constant coughing sounds coming from the upstairs, paused for a while before saying: "She had congenital deficiency of lung function and later trauma, so she fell into trouble. Going to the hospital can't solve the problem, and it can only relieve it.

You stare at her and let her eat, take the medicine, and if you still cough after an hour, and then send her to the hospital, I have to go out if I have something to do."
Chapter completed!