The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 330 Your Wife is a Treasure and I am a Grass

"Yesterday, I deserved to let you take a bath in cold water. It's better now. Does it feel better?" He didn't care if she was okay, anyway, he was feeling extremely uncomfortable now.

Wei Zi smiled: "I was too cold yesterday, I didn't see the direction of hot and cold water clearly."

"Fool."

"Yeah, I'm an idiot." Being an idiot is also very comfortable.

He snapped at her: "You can still laugh out loud, take out the thermometer."

She reached out and took out the thermometer under her arm: "Here."

"Say me, am I? How many degrees does this thermometer show?" Not even 36 degrees.

She blinked innocently, he put a carton of milk on the table, picked up the thermometer with cold hands, and stuffed it directly into her clothes, his hands were so cold that she writhed.

Clamp her under the armpit, and press her hand with one hand to prevent her from moving.

It's so close, so close that you can hear each other's heartbeat, and so close that you can still smell the faint smell of tobacco on his body.

She closed her eyes, feeling sleepy again.

He took out the thermometer again, this time it was accurate, and he really had a fever, and he was 39 years old.

"Hey, Yang, it's me. My wife has a fever, a bit of a cold, a bit of stuffy nose, and her throat seems to be a little uncomfortable. Come over and show her. Remember to bring an injection. The injection will be better soon." Tell her Wash in cold water and see if she dares to wash.

Wei Zi had a bitter face: "Don't get an injection."

Yang was speechless: "I am a gynecologist."

"If you don't even know about minor illnesses like colds and fevers, then what qualifications do you have to call a doctor." After hanging up the phone, he said to Wei Zi, "Wipe your butt clean for me, and Yang will come over and give you an injection later. "

"Don't get an injection."

"It's a must." If you don't fight, you won't be good, he gave her a fierce look.

Keep holding the milk and cool her down.

When it was almost time, I took out the clothes and said, "Let's change." It's not good for outsiders to see her in pajamas.

When Yang came, his face was full of complaints, and he took the syringe and poured the medicine directly. Wei Zi swallowed: "Doctor Yang, do you want to check me first, and just give me an injection like this?"

"If you don't fight like this, what's the matter? Your husband has explained your condition clearly, and I am a Western medicine doctor, not a Chinese medicine doctor. I don't know how to take the pulse." His wife is not Fan Bingbing, and he is not allowed to check her heartbeat. Yes, that's enough.

It seems that if you don't need to show your butt for the injection, Gu Huaimo would suggest that he give her the injection through his pants.

Wei Zi was a little embarrassed: "Then no injections, okay?"

"Oh, I said, do you and your wife want to play with me, playing with a man who is so old and broken in love, is it fun? One said he must give you an injection, and the other said no." Returning to the prescribed medicine will be more gentle, Gu Huaimo did not go to study medicine, he really lost his talent.

Wei Zi resigned to his fate, turned over and opened his pants a little: "Come on."

Seeing her voice, as if she was about to make a sacrifice, Yang almost trembled, disinfected neatly, and then gave the needle.

Wei Zi wanted to bite the quilt in pain, but luckily it was over in a while.

"Okay, I'll prescribe you medicine outside, remember to ask your husband to give you three meals a day."

"Didn't you tell him?" Why should she tell him.

Yang was a little mad: "I don't want to talk to him anymore, okay?"

Only then did Wei Zi realize that his eye sockets were like circles: "Doctor Yang, your eyes..."

"Your husband beat you." He was furious, and packed up his things: "It's okay, you better not call me, call me next time, I'll give you a skin test and penicillin."

Sweat, Wei Zi almost broke out in a cold sweat, penicillin is such a painful potion, why did Gu Huaimo beat up Dr. Yang, in fact, this man's heart may not be so broad.

This injury is hard to say. Yang was also wronged. He brought things to Gu's house. Gu Huaimo was going to go out. His little wife was sick. He had to buy some things and put them away. A refrigerator is a refrigerator, and it looks good. Yes, you can't eat the refrigerator if you are hungry.

When Yang came, he told Yang to watch Wei Zi for him, and he would come back when he went out for a meeting.

Yang called him early in the morning, got up heavy, and complained: "I am a doctor in obstetrics and gynecology, and I don't have a cold and brain fever. If you have these things in the future, don't ask me. I will give you a business card." , you go to someone else."

"Can I rest assured about my wife's matter?"

"All right, your wife is a treasure. Yours is a treasure, and my friend is a grass." He replied angrily.

"Give her an injection, lightly, don't let her hurt too much, you must give her an injection, and the medicine is better, the symptoms I just said, you just adjust the medicine according to the symptom, don't need to listen to the heartbeat or something .”

"Why?"

"Who likes his wife to let another man put his hands in her chest." He said it with confidence.

Yang Yi almost fainted when he heard this: "Gu Huaimo, look, what are you thinking, buddy, I said that in the future when your wife gives birth, you will deliver it yourself, you'd better not send it to me, me, And she had to separate her feet to let me..."

Gu Huaimo punched him in the eye socket: "I'm hitting you for a verbal mistake."

That's why the red wound in his eye socket came from this way.

When Gu Huaimo came back, Wei Zi fell asleep again. There was still half-drinked water on the bedside table, and he ate a pack of pills. He was very obedient.

He gently took those things out, then stuffed all the things he bought into the refrigerator, and then went to the kitchen to get busy.

Then live well, this is his attitude.

He didn't like her mentioning divorce, that was an extremely irresponsible and irresponsible attitude towards marriage. She had to admit her mistakes and then improve.

I cut some shredded ginger and went down to make flavored porridge. I remember that she had an appetite to eat these last time when she was sick.

The phone started clamoring again, and when he saw it was from home, he pressed it off, he didn't want to answer it, he didn't want to hear it, he could almost guess what his mother would say.

He could understand the fucking reaction, but he could choose how he felt about it.

He brought porridge in, Wei Zi was still sleeping.

He sat by the bed and looked at her sleeping face. Today, she is indeed very tired, and her small face is a little thinner, and he also has some things to do at work and entertainment. If the husband and wife do not communicate well, there will be many misunderstanding.

Touching her face lightly, the fever has subsided, but the nose is stuffed, and it is a bit hard to inhale and exhale, quite loudly.

He pinched her nose with one hand, and she felt uncomfortable, then opened her mouth to inhale, exhale, and then opened her eyes to stare at him.

He retracted his hand: "Eat something."

Wei Zi said sullenly, "I don't want to eat."

"Then go hang some glucose, it doesn't matter if you eat it or not."

Her husband is so cruel.

(End of this chapter)