Chapter 4150: Offended, people who shouldn’t offend 10

Rong Yue sighed, "It's not that I disagree, but Mengmeng. Are you really running away like this, and are you ready to let her go?"
Ai Mengmeng bit her lip, biting very tightly, almost bleeding from the bite.
After a long time, she said in a low voice: "I don't want to have anything to do with her, Rong Yue, I don't want to think of those pasts, so I just assume... no one has ever appeared.
Rong Yue sighed again, "You."
He stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, "If this is what you want, we can live in a different place. There is no need to move to deep mountains and old forests. Isn't that unrealistic?"
Ai Mengmeng looked at him directly.
Can't believe it, Rong Yue will really agree.
She thought he would not, she thought he would try his best to convince herself to face it.
But he did not, he said, willing to move out of here.
She looked at Rong Yue and didn't know what to say for a while, but Rong Yue just smiled warmly: "Okay, that's it."
He picked up the phone on the side and checked the time, "It's getting late, go to bed."
Ai Mengmeng gave a cry, and at this time had completely calmed down.
Indeed, as she herself said, as long as Ai Jia is not in front of her, as long as she doesn't think about those things, she will forget them. All she wants is ordinary happiness.
Ai Mengmeng bit her lip and looked at him.
Rong Yue directly took her hand and got up: "Okay, go to sleep."
She then followed him back to the bedroom.
Ai Mengmeng calmed down, but Rong Yue was so worried that she had a high fever in the middle of the night. At about eight o'clock in the morning, Ai Mengmeng felt that the people around her were very hot and hot. She was shocked and immediately sat up.
Reaching out his hand, Rong Yue's forehead was hot, and there was an abnormal flush on his face.
He has a high fever.
Ai Mengmeng shook him: "Rong Yue."
Rong Yue opened his eyes with some effort, and his voice was hoarse: "What's the matter?"
Ai Mengmeng seemed to cry: "You have a fever, it is very hot, I will get a thermometer."
She has also taken care of him for a long time, panicking, but she also knows what to do now.
Crying is the most useless, and she chooses to cry while doing things.
Soon the thermometer was taken over and placed swiftly under Rong Yue's armpit. Everything was done and he looked up at him: "How are you?"
Rong Yue was a little weak, and he was uncomfortable, dizzy badly.
It's just that he gave her a soothing smile, "It's okay, where is so delicate."
Ai Mengmeng did not speak, but stared at the thermometer, as if that little thing could determine her fate.
Rong Yue also looked at her, and just smiled.
About two minutes later, she took out things carefully, and when she touched his skin, she also felt an abnormal heat.
Ai Mengmeng's nose was sour, she suddenly regretted it.
She shouldn't have been standing at the door last night, or if she didn't make a noise to go out and call for skewers yesterday, she would not meet Ai Jia, and Rong Yue would not be so miserable.
Ai Mengmeng had unspeakable regrets in her heart, and there was a tear in her eyes, and she glanced down at the thermometer.
40 degrees.
Her heart sank. For Rong Yue, such a temperature was fatal and he had to go to the hospital immediately.
"Rong Yue, can you go? If I can, I will drive to the hospital now." She supported him and asked softly.
Rong Yuewei closed his eyes and nodded gently: "I should take a rest for a while."