The President's Favorite Stunning Beauty

Chapter 65 Returning to the city, Mu’s crisis (1)
After all, the beautiful woman in his arms at this moment, who is as beautiful as a work of art carefully carved by God, is Mu'er, whom he loves to the bone.

It is absolutely impossible to say that he didn't think about it at all.

After all, he is a normal man, and he is also a normal man who has the will to win his little woman.

How could this make him calm down, he just felt that the cells and blood all over his body began to boil and clamored to spit out.

He closed his eyes again to dissipate the misty thoughts in his eyes, and tried his best to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

The eyelids opened again, and the eyes were already clear.

Quickly grabbed the towel next to her and gently wiped off the water on Xia Mu's body, kissed her delicate cheek again, then gently carried her back to the room, put her directly on the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Finally, he went back to the bathroom and took a quick hot shower for himself.

When he finished washing and walked back to the room in his nightgown, he found that his little woman was still in a deep sleep, so he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her tenderly.

two hours later.

Xia Mu's face began to appear abnormally red, and he was sweating all over. Not only did he keep choking, but his brows were also tightly wrinkled.

Seeing this, Wenren Yuxuan knew that the worst thing he was most worried about had happened. He looked at the little woman lying on the bed with a worried and solemn expression, and after taking a deep breath, he raised his hand and lightly placed her on the bed. on the forehead.

The palm felt abnormally hot, and his little woman really had a high fever as he thought.

He quickly picked up his mobile phone and went to the balcony to call Dr. Yang's room downstairs.

In less than 2 minutes, a middle-aged doctor with a kind face rushed over from downstairs and took Xia Mu's temperature.

"Mr. Wenren, this lady has a high fever of 39 degrees. I will give her an antipyretic injection first, and later you will give the patient some antipyretics and ice packs from time to time. This way the patient can dissipate heat better. .The patient's high fever can't go away immediately tonight, and it might be better tomorrow."

"En, okay, I see, what else needs to be paid attention to." Wenren Yuxuan had no experience in taking care of others, and continued to ask the middle-aged doctor with a serious and indifferent expression.

"The patient may kick off the quilt at night because she feels hot. At this time, you need to pay attention to cover her, and drink more hot water for the patient. This will help perspiration and lower body temperature. Pay attention to these, the patient will be almost the same tomorrow morning. The fever will go away." The kind-looking middle-aged doctor explained carefully when he saw that he was very worried about the patient.

"Okay, I got it." Wenren Yuxuan's eyes kept paying attention to Xia Mu who was on the bed.After listening to what he said, she didn't look at him either, but nodded with a cold face and responded coldly.

Seeing his indifferent look, Dr. Yang didn't show any dissatisfaction or anger, but shook his head and smiled knowingly.

Then, he silently packed up his tools and walked out lightly.

After he left, Wenren Yuxuan walked quickly to the bathroom, took a clean towel and wet it, then went back to the room and lightly applied it on Xia Mu's forehead, and carefully wrapped the quilt around her body.

After finishing these actions gently, he went to another place, pulled a chair and moved it to the side of the bed, and then sat on the side watching her.

Seeing her uncomfortable face and body, his heart and eyes were full of scattered pain.

Every time he saw her so weak and stubborn, it would make him feel helpless and heartbroken.

Looking at her quietly, thinking about the series of things that happened in the afternoon.He knew that his Mu'er's cold and indifferent appearance was worn out by his past life.

Today is fine, with him by her side, she can take care of him.

But in the past so many days when he didn't participate.

How lonely and sad his little woman must be every time she runs out to get in the rain when she is sad.

Accompanying her in the afternoon, he found that she seemed to enjoy the feeling of running in the rainstorm.

Many times he had seen the relief on her face as she was on her back bearing the beating of the rain.

The corners of her mouth were curved, and she looked as if she was smiling, but in his eyes, he felt that what bloomed in front of him was a desolate flower.

It was as if all life force had been lost.

He knew that she was venting her depression in this way.

She acted in front of them as if she didn't care about the members of the Mu family, and she was not very polite to them, very indifferent.

But let him see her like this in the torrential rain at night.

How else could he lie to himself, she really didn't care as much as she showed.

Perhaps this stubborn little woman herself knew how much she cared about Mu Yanfeng's father.

Only he can see clearly.

She only pretended to be so cold because she was so disappointed that she had no hope for Mu Yanfeng.

That way, it was as if the wound had been cut and healed countless times, and then cut and healed again.

Pain until I don't know what the pain feels like, the indifference and numbness after numbness.

In this repeated and painful process, she polished her body from the heart to the bone marrow.

No amount of sarcasm or sarcasm could corrode her mood and complexion.

But it is her strong and indifferent appearance that wraps a scarred and bloody heart that outsiders can't see.

Even if he can see clearly from the side.

However, at that time, he still chose not to say or do anything.

I just felt sorry for her silently in my heart.

Because he knows that sometimes, when people are sad, they need a process of self-relieving and self-healing.

And during that process, he just needs to be silently by the side.

If he brought it up directly, and his little woman didn't want to say it or want to be seen through by others.

Then, what he did was like tearing open the wound in her heart again.

That would only bring more heartache to his little woman.

And how could he be willing to hurt her again.

"Mommy mommy……"

"Mu'er, what's wrong with you, what did you say?" Wenren Yuxuan saw Xia Mu's red lips opening and closing words, thinking that she was starting to wake up, so he stepped forward and asked softly.

"Mom..." Xia Mu, who was in a daze with fever, didn't actually wake up.

It may be that the arrival of Mu Yanfeng and Liu Huarong in the afternoon touched the memories of childhood, or maybe those memories are too sad and deep.

I saw her unconscious mouth kept repeating moaning, the whole body was covered with a sad breath spreading out, the feeling in her heart was more clear than her thoughts.

(End of this chapter)