Play coquettish with Joe

Chapter 6561 Can this man do it (3)

Her little hands tightly clutched Ji Changmu's clothes, her brows were tightly frowned, she couldn't speak a word, and kept coughing.

Ji Changmu's embrace was very warm, her body was hot on the outside and cold on the inside, she was sweating but she wanted to find a warm support.

His coat was unbuttoned, so Qiao Muyuan simply put his little head in and leaned against it. In this way, he didn't have to encounter the cold wind and sun outside, and the end of his nose was filled with the cool breath of Ji Changmu's body.

"Qiao Muyuan! Come out." Ji Changmu was annoyed by her, and his whole body was hot. Did she still think of herself as a child?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..." Qiao Muyuan didn't speak, he was so dizzy with fever that he just kept coughing.

Ji Changmu walked to the Mercedes-Benz outside the coffee shop, left Qiao Muyuan on the passenger seat, and fastened her seat belt for her.

The delicate and skinny little girl looked like a delicate flower that had been wilted by autumn frost, her head drooped pitifully, she didn't speak or move, only her long eyelashes blinked slightly, and she closed her eyes when she was tired.

Ji Changmu touched her hand, and his pretty brows were frowned: "Why don't you call your classmate Qin and ask him to take you to the hospital?"

Qiao Muyuan felt his head was heavy and he raised one hand to support his head, moving it uncomfortably.

Ji Changmu originally wanted to say a few words, but seeing that she was as pitiful as a sick cat, he put on his seat belt and sent her to the hospital.

The warm winter sun slanted in through the window, and the clean glass reflected colorful halos. New York City was bustling with cars.

Qiao Muyuan had been coughing, and when she coughed, Ji Changmu's temples twitched.

At the red light, he would stop and turn his head to look at her. The little girl had long eyelashes drooping, her mouth was sunken, her cheeks were abnormally red, and she looked sick.

His slender fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, and his voice was cold: "What you said on the phone today I thought you were burnt out, you'd better take it back."

The little girl moved her body uneasily, as if she heard it but also didn't seem to hear it.

The green light is on.

After stepping on the accelerator, Ji Changmu's car turned a corner and stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

He carried her to the emergency room.

Qiao Muyuan was almost at his mercy, unable to stir up trouble.

She was already out of breath from coughing, and she didn't have the strength to speak, and she held Ji Changmu tightly with both hands.

"The fever is quite serious, I suggest you get an injection." The doctor wearing a mask admired Ji Chang.

"Let's fight." He showed no mercy.

Qiao Muyuan obviously hated injections and twisted in his arms.

Ji Changmu whispered in her ear indifferently, "I did it myself."

He hugged her and sat on the sofa in the emergency room with an expressionless face.

The doctor quickly adjusted the reagents and walked over with the needle.

Ji Changmu pulled away Qiao Muyuan's coat, and for some reason, his breathing became rough and disordered, and his heartbeat accelerated.

The little girl's white and tender arms were hidden under the sweater, and his big hand pulled away the sleeves of her sweater and stroked them up.

Qiao Muyuan probably knew what the doctor was going to do, and began to cry before the injection, moving uneasily in Ji Changmu's arms, but refused to get the injection.

"Don't..." She refused, but her voice was like a mosquito, and her little face was almost buried in Ji Changmu's arms.

"Sir, help hold her arm, it will be soon and it won't hurt." The doctor was also very helpless.

Ji Changmu frowned when he saw that the needle was quite thick, and asked hesitantly, "Does it really hurt?"

"..." The doctor was a little speechless.

(End of this chapter)