routine wife's day

Chapter 275 If You Don’t Change Your Clothes, You Will Be The One Who Gets Sick
Leng Mohan carried Lin Yan into the room, both of them drenched in water.

Mama Zhang came out of her room sleepily, put on a coat, and was startled when she saw the appearance of the two of them, "Oh, Xiaohan, how did you make it like this?"

"What happened to Yan Yan?"

"Mother Zhang, help me get a basin of hot water, then call Zhang Yuting and ask him to come over." Leng Mohan didn't stop walking, and confessed to Zhang Ma as he walked upstairs.

"Oh, hurry up and hug Yanyan up." Mama Zhang replied in a daze, and hurriedly took the phone and dialed the number.

Leng Mohan went upstairs with Lin Yan in his arms. He carefully put Lin Yan on the bed, and then went to the closet to find the clean home clothes, and changed them for Lin Yan in two or three times, but he didn't have time to change. clothing.

Zhang Ma brought hot water over, and he wet the towel with hot water, and then wiped Lin Yan's face, hands, and feet.

"Xiaohan, let me come, you go and change soon." Zhang Ma wanted to grab the towel, but Leng Mohan didn't want to pretend to be someone else's hand about Lin Yan's matter.

He took a towel and hid for a while, without looking up at Mama Zhang, he just said calmly, "Mama Zhang, go to bed first, I'll just take care of Yanyan."

Mama Zhang knew that Leng Mohan was as stubborn as Lin Yan, so she didn't force it, she just reminded her, "You also remember to change your clothes, otherwise you won't catch a cold."

After Zhang Ma left, Leng Mohan changed another pot of hot water, steamed the towel, and covered Lin Yan's forehead.

He sat on the edge of her bed and stared at her blankly, his brows were tangled together, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Lin Yan was sweating all the time, but shouted cold, Leng Mohan had no choice but to change the hot towel for her over and over again, he thought she probably had a fever, so he stretched out his hand to try it on her forehead, the whole His forehead was cold and there was no temperature at all. He withdrew his hand abruptly, the temperature seemed to freeze him.

"How could this be?" Leng Mohan covered her with another towel, picked up the phone and unplugged Zhang Yuting.

As soon as the call was connected, before Zhang Yuting could say anything, he immediately asked, "Where have you been? How long will it take?"

"Brother, we're at the door, it's raining so much, what are you going to do in the middle of the night?" Zhang Yuting complained dissatisfied.

"Since we're here, stop talking nonsense and come in quickly, on the second floor."

Leng Mo finished speaking coldly, hung up the phone, threw the phone aside, held Lin Yan's hand with both hands, and rubbed it back and forth slowly.

When Zhang Yuting came in, there was a chill on his coat, he threw the umbrella on the ground, reluctantly walked to the bedside, and looked at Lin Yan's face as white as paper, pale and pale.

"Hurry up." Leng Mohan stepped aside and asked Zhang Yuting to do an inspection. Zhang Yuting stared at Leng Mohan strangely for a long time.

"See what I do? It's Yan Yan who is sick, not me." Leng Mo said coldly.

Zhang Yuting slowly took out the examination equipment, and then said slowly: "If you don't change your clothes again, you should be the one who is sick."

Leng Mo gave him a cold look, then stood up and said, "I'll go change first, and you take care of Yan Yan."

"Okay, okay, got it, go now, I don't know when you became so wordy." Zhang Yuting waved his hand impatiently, and then proceeded to check Lin Yan in all aspects.

(End of this chapter)