The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

The car fell into silence again. "Chen'er, are you hungry?" Ji Xuan poked his head out from behind.

"I want to drink soy milk." An Chen stretched his hands behind him.

Ji Xuan dug out the soy milk from the bag, inserted a straw and handed it to An Chen.

There was a blanket on An Chen's body that Ling Han handed over when he first got into the car, An Chen put the milk box on the piled blanket, and only held the straw in his mouth.

Fu Yanxing saw that An Chen curled himself into a ball again, and his expression was not very good, so he reached out and touched her forehead.

"You have a fever again!" Fu Yanxing withdrew his hand.

"What? I have a fever again." Ling Han stretched out his hand from the back seat and covered An Chen's forehead. "You can't take too much medicine, you should lie down on the hotel bed honestly." Ling Han said while flipping through his bag.

"Pick up your bangs." Ling Han said to An Chen, but before An Chen reached out, Fu Yanxing lifted An Chen's hair.

Ling Han directly posted hot posts on An Chen's head from behind.

"Don't drive with one hand, I'm fine." An Chen pulled his hand out of the blanket.

"Stay honest, and sleep when you're sleepy." Fu Yanxing felt that Ling Han withdrew his hand after posting it.

An Chen didn't feel anything, maybe he was used to it, but he was too lazy to move since someone was taking care of him.

People are really strange, they don't say a word when they are wronged by the big, but they cry when they hear the words of comfort. The same is true for illness and injury. Originally, I could survive no matter what, but if someone cared about it, I might become weaker.

The car was very warm, except for Fu Yanxing, the other three people were asleep.

At around 2:10, the three of them were woken up by Fu Yanxing. Fu Yanxing's assistant had already arrived at the airport in advance and waited to pick up the car, so the four of them went directly to the airport.

After the security check, it's time to board the plane, and you can save yourself waiting in the lounge. Sioux City and Jincheng are not far away, about an hour away.

An Chen sent another message to Mingyu before boarding the plane, but also did not receive a reply. Fortunately, Mingyu had already sent the address, so it doesn't matter if he didn't reply.

An Chen turned off his cell phone and kept looking out the porthole, wondering what he was thinking.

There are actually many purposes of this trip, repaying the favor, breaking the relationship, trying to make myself feel at ease, and not going against my heart and continuing to communicate with people who are inconsistent with the three views.

An Chen hasn't figured out what to do yet. It's the first time she's involved in the emotional aspect. If it's other things, it may have been resolved by now, but this is the only thing that is annoying.

Forget it, brother Mingyu can do whatever he wants to help himself, this time he might really be a little selfish, she can only help Mingyu, she can't satisfy everyone. An Chen thought in his heart, and finally stopped being entangled.

When the plane arrived at the destination, An Chen planned to stay in the hotel for a few hours first, and then go to Mingyu to discuss countermeasures at dawn, but a message after she opened the phone broke her plan.

Mingyu had a car accident!

"Brother Jixuan, hurry up and find a car." An Chen's tone was hurried.

"You don't need to look for a car. I sent someone to bring the car in advance. Now I should wait outside to give us the keys." Fu Yanxing interjected.

An Chen nodded, and walked out with Fu Yan. Although An Chen didn't feel much about being sick, the symptoms brought about by the illness would not be reduced by a single point. After a short distance, An Chen felt extremely tired after walking.

Finally got in the car, An Chen said the address of the hospital, and then started to look through the information.

The message should have been sent by Ming Yu's subordinates. The content was very messy and there was no cause and effect. An Chen had no choice but to make a call and hope that someone would answer it.

Today's unhappiness ends here, tomorrow will still be bright