The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 29
When he came back, he didn't see his little wife in the room, but there was a bed of colorful clothes spread out, so he threw the red coat on the chair onto the bed.

Red is beautiful and suits her well, bright and sunny.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, the skirt twitched, the little wife hummed a song, and without looking at anyone in the room, she went directly to the full-length mirror, looked left and right, and then looked back.

I froze, oh, I don't know when the old man came back.

Gu Huaimo wasn't too strict, he just said, "It's pretty pretty."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Gu."

"Which one is confiscated after 1 minute, I will throw it out directly." His voice was still calm.

Wei Zi reacted quickly, and immediately cleaned up.

He leisurely watched her run left and right, and within a minute, all the messy clothes were put away.

"Let's go back tomorrow!"

"what?"

"Ah what, go back to City B for the New Year." Maybe they are right, after so long, they are now starting to start a new life, and many things have to change.

Just like Zi'er, it's also in the past.

I can't blame my mother, maybe, this is fate.

Wei Zi felt a little resentful, she felt that she was like an object, they told her to go east, she had to go east, and if she went west, she had to go west, and they said back after only two days.

This is how a life without self-reliance is like this. She swears that she will definitely learn to be self-reliant in the future and be the master of her own life.

The plane was very late, and she began to doze off not long after the flight, with her small face leaning against his hand, the thin, soft skin under his eyes.

Gu Huaimo sighed softly, pulled up the blanket and covered his little wife.

She is afraid of the cold, if she is cold, if she catches a cold, he will be in more trouble.

She was a little dazed along the way, and what he was worried about happened. She also leaned softly on his shoulder when returning by car, leaning down from time to time, and then hurriedly sat upright.

He simply hugged her gently and let her lie on his lap, her little face snuggled into his hands, the skin under his fingertips was so slippery and so hot.

He simply asked the driver to drive the car to the hospital, the hospital he hated the most, but when he reached the door, he carried her in without hesitation.

"Doctor, my wife has a fever."

The doctor in the emergency room found out the thermometer and gave it to him: "Give her a test first."

After a few minutes, I took it out: "It's probably cold, it's okay, it's only 38 degrees, just prescribe some antipyretics."

He was a little dumbfounded, it rained a little on the way back, and he kept looking out the window.

It turned out that it was just a little fever, and it turned out that going to the hospital was not as difficult as imagined.

Ah Zi, he will really come out.

"Drink water, drink water." The little wife yelled.

He gently stroked her little face with his fingertips: "I'm almost home."

She actually calmed down, her muddy mind pressed against his hand, the warmth made her feel warm.

When he got home, he twisted a towel to wipe her face, gave her medicine, and gave her some water, but she got up immediately and vomited it out.

He suppressed his temper and gave another antipyretic, ordering: "Take it."

She squinted her mouth and looked at him with hazy eyes and grievances, her throat moved, and she swallowed the medicine.

Tired of sleeping with him all night, he called uncomfortably: "Mom, mom."

Gu Huaimo turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her, his head and face covered with sweat, but his voice was so weak.

Can't turn a blind eye, he sighed, and gently wiped it off for her.

She took his hand and rubbed her small face up, as if she was relieved.He was a little fascinated by the extremely dependent appearance, it was really pretty, the little wife was like a kitten, she needed someone to protect her.

(End of this chapter)