Chapter 505: The Master Is Angry 2

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He Xiyan walked to the door of the study. It was a coded door, pure gray, with a fingerprint code lock installed next to it. Only the couple's fingerprints were recorded in the study, and no other idlers had ever entered.

He Xiyan stretched out her thumb, hesitated for a while and then pressed it down.

Soon the door automatically opened to both sides.

And she quickly saw what the study looked like at this time.

The lights in the study were not turned on, and at a glance I could only see a vague figure and a burning cigarette.

"Ye Hao..." He Xiyan called her husband's name.

She quickly walked in and turned on the light in the study room.

The moment the lights came on, she saw the man in front of her, her husband.

He was sitting on the leather chair, holding his head with his left hand and holding an unfinished cigarette in his right hand. His face looked a little pale, as if he was sick. After a while, he coughed twice in succession.

He Xiyan walked up to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, with a trace of doubt and distress in her eyes. .

"What's wrong?" she asked. He had been so annoyed once or twice before because of work matters. Is it the same this time?

Ye Hao picked up the cup on the side and took a sip of tea. He didn't reply. He just waved his hand to his wife and told her that he was fine.

He Xiyan had already noticed that his complexion was very bad. In addition to looking unhappy, he also looked a little sick. His lips were also very dry and there was no blood at all.

She stretched out her hand and gently placed it on his forehead. As soon as she put it down, her eyes widened.

He was sick and had a high fever.

Ye Hao took away her hand with some upset. He stood up, walked to the window, and then pushed the closed window open, letting in the cold northwest wind outside. When it was poured onto his face, it was also poured onto his body, but he didn't feel the cold.

"Don't open the window!" He Xiyan stepped forward to hold his hand, and stretched out her other hand to close the window tightly again.

"You have a cold, Ye Hao...you can't blow cold wind." He Xiyan said anxiously. I know that every time he is depressed, he will stand by the window and smoke like this.

He hurried downstairs and asked Butler Lu for some cold medicine and antipyretic medicine. Then poured a large glass of warm water up.

She put the water and medicine on the desk, then walked to his side and took his hand. The extremely broad hand was also hot at the moment, and the palm of the hand felt like it was on fire.

"Yan Yan..." Ye Hao suddenly called his wife's name.

He Xiyan looked up at him and found that his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for many days.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked again.

The more he remained silent, the more worried and nervous she became.

Ye Hao stretched out his hand to pull He Xiyan into his arms, and then hugged her waist tightly. He did not reply, but lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

He Xiyan bit her lip, she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

"Is it a work thing?"

she asked, wondering why he suddenly became so agitated.

Ye Hao sighed heavily, a hint of gloom flashed across his amber eyes, but he did not tell the real reason.

He released his hold on her, then picked up a glass of boiling water on the desk, poured a few more pills, raised his head, and poured them all into his mouth.