Su Zimo would rather believe her words, "Then I’ll wait for you to become an official doctor, okay?"
"Actually, there are many girls better than me..." Tang Yanran looked at him, "Brother Fang..."
Su Zimo was a shrewd person, his eyes sharply looked at Tang Yanran, "Yanran, are you hiding something from me?"
"No..." Tang Yanran quickly retreated to her door, although she really wanted to calm herself down, the chaos in her heart still made her grip her door handle tightly.
Su Zimo approached her, seeing her eyelashes constantly trembling, he understood in his heart, but still, he did not expose her.
"Yanran, I like you, I am willing to wait for you..." Su Zimo took the opportunity to say, reaching out to stroke her hair.
Tang Yanran felt panic and chaos inside, but she couldn’t escape Su Zimo’s control, she had to perfunctorily say, "Brother Fang, I’m tired..."
"Okay, go in and rest!" Su Zimo opened the door to her room.
Tang Yanran hurriedly went in, then closed the door, scared that her body softened and she leaned against the door, slowly sliding down...
In the evening, when Bei Ran finished her bath and lay down, she received a message from Song Ziyu, "Bei Ran, my aunt is a nice person, definitely not a wicked mother-in-law, what are you thinking?"
Although Bei Ran had only met Song Xiaoyin once, she knew that Song Xiaoyin was different from other wealthy mothers-in-law.
However, the relationship between her and Gu Qingchen wasn’t something that could be influenced by Song Xiaoyin.
Bei Ran replied with a message: "I have a cold, I really want to sleep."
Song Ziyu showed the message to his aunt, Song Xiaoyin, "Aunt, Bei Ran is sick!"
"Quickly ask Qingchen to go check on her!" said Song Xiaoyin, "Now is the time for Qingchen to take initiative, otherwise, what will I do if I lose my daughter-in-law?"
Song Ziyu made a call, but Bei Ran had already turned off her phone.
She had no choice but to ask Tian Xin for the address, "Tian Xin, Bei Ran is sick, do you know her home address? Wait, let me write it down..."
After Song Ziyu noted down the address, he called Gu Qingchen, "Cousin, aunt asked you to go to this address to treat someone!"
Gu Qingchen still listened to his mother’s words.
He agreed, then followed the address provided by Song Ziyu and found Bei Ran’s home.
He rang the doorbell; Bei Ran, drowsy and in her nightgown, came forward, saw through the peephole that it was Gu Qingchen.
What is he doing here? How does he know I live here?
Bei Ran opened the door, staring at the man outside!
Gu Qingchen was not surprised; there weren’t many people his mother interacted with in this city, and moreover, he came back this time because of Bei Ran.
And just so happened that Bei Ran fell sick today!
He looked at Bei Ran inside the door, wearing a light blue silk nightgown, her long hair casually draping down, her typically beautiful apricot eyes were somewhat listless due to illness.
She stood barefoot on the cold marble floor.
Because of the chill seeping from the soles up into her body, she couldn’t help but sneeze several times.
"Open the door!" Gu Qingchen said in a deep voice from outside.
Bei Ran looked at him, his handsome face gloomy, there seemed to be a storm brewing.
She obediently opened the door, and he walked in, placed the medical kit on his desk, and said to her, "Sit on the sofa!"
"Why did you come?" Bei Ran sat on the sofa, looking at him.
Gu Qingchen opened the medical kit, "My mom asked me to come!"
"Oh..." Bei Ran remembered the message she texted to Song Ziyu before going to bed, "Ziyu must have told aunt! I’m fine, you didn’t need to come specially..."
Gu Qingchen took out a stethoscope, placed it in his ears, then walked over to her.
He wasn’t listening to what she was saying at all, one hand pulled open her nightgown at the neck.
Who knew, he was angry and pulled too hard, the buttons of the nightgown tore open, revealing a patch of snowy white skin...
And that beautiful snowy peak was also subtly visible.
She always liked to sleep comfortably, so she even spared the bra.
Bei Ran’s face turned red, he used to be quite careful, why has he become more irritable nowadays? Even his movements were becoming rougher?
"Qingchen..." She just called his name, then he placed the stethoscope below her collarbone...
The sudden chill made her shiver softly, his eyes fixed on her pretty face, which although slightly pale from illness, also had a hint of blush at this moment.