Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 730 This place needs to be wiped too.
Back in the room, Qiao Yimo saw that Leng Juan got up from the bed.

"Lie down!" She immediately scolded and walked to the man.

The man was sitting by the bed, his charming peach eyes were no longer the same as they used to be, they were drooping, with an aggrieved look, "I thought you were going somewhere just now."

Seeing the wronged look of the man's little daughter-in-law, Qiao Yimo couldn't help but feel soft, "Where else can I go?"

"Let me see if your fever has subsided." As she spoke, she reached out and touched the man's forehead.

His forehead was still hot.

Still have to use antipyretics.

"Momo." The man grabbed her hand that was reaching for the phone and said, "Don't worry, I'm ready."

Qiao Yimo frowned, slapped his hand off, and said displeasedly: "What are you talking about, it's still burning."

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

A servant came in with antipyretics.

Just as Qiao Yimo wanted to stand up and take it, the man hugged her slender waist like a child.

Never let go.

Qiao Yimo had no choice but to signal the servant to put the antipyretics on the table.

The tired Lord, who is usually vigorous and vigorous, acts like a child when he has a fever.

Pretty childish!
Qiao Yimo couldn't laugh or cry.

She could probably guess how she acted shamelessly when she was drunk. Compared with him, she probably wasn't much better.

That's right, he was the one who took care of her before, and finally he could rely on her a little bit.

Although she doesn't like to take care of "children", but the current feeling is quite good.

"Bring an ice pack." Qiao Yimo glanced at the servant and said calmly.

The servant nodded, and quickly got down to grab the ice pack.

Cold and tired, he rarely has a fever, so there are almost no times when he can be taken care of by others.

Seeing Qiao Yimo busy with him.

He really wanted to be sick longer.

"Take medicine." Qiao Yimo helped Leng Juan up.

The man looked at the medicine in front of him. Although he hesitated for a while, he still took it.

The moment of entrance, it is slightly bitter, not unpalatable.

Qiao Yimo looked at his expression and thought it was very bitter, so she asked, "Bitter?"

Leng Juan pouted, feeling aggrieved, "It's very bitter."

Hearing this answer, Qiao Yimo couldn't help laughing.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and said lazily, "This medicine can only be considered slightly bitter."

He was exposed by himself, but the man still said cheekily: "It's just very bitter, I don't care, I want to eat some candy."

"Candy?" Qiao Yimo twitched the corner of her mouth, "Where?"

The word "Li" has not yet landed, and the eyes are blurred.

Her pink lips were tightly blocked by the man.

Knowing that he is pretending, but still can't help feeling sorry for him.

After all, if you want to be an ordinary person, you have to sleep for several days and nights.

Therefore, Qiao Yimo didn't bother to resist, and let him kiss for a while before saying: "Is the candy delicious?"

"Delicious, very sweet." The man squinted his eyes and wiped the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

Obviously a look of unfinished business.

Those seductive peach blossom eyes were shining brightly at her at this moment.

Qiao Yimo's cheeks were pink, and she was about to stand up and add some water to the cup.

Just as he was about to get up, the servant pushed open the door and entered.

"Madam." The servant put an ice pack and a bowl of porridge on the table, and said respectfully, "According to the old lady's order, I cooked a bowl of porridge for Mr. Tired, and I put it here."

The man half lying on the bed frowned, expressionless.

Qiao Yimo twitched her lips and said lightly, "Okay."

"The old lady just ordered the kitchen to cook a lot of dishes you like. Would you like to come down and eat?"

The servant's words were obviously addressed to Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo held the bowl on the table, "No need, let the old lady eat first, I'll go down later."

The servant was amazed that a man in charge of the Asian economy was now acting like a child to a woman.

The way he opened his mouth obediently, he was really different from the usual tired Lord who was aloof and arrogant.

The servant smiled and left the room.

"Open your mouth." Qiao Yimo took a spoonful and fed it to Leng Juan's mouth.

Leng Juan stared at the bowl of porridge, oh no, stared at the woman in front of him.

She was exhaling lightly, trying to cool the porridge in the bowl.

I don't know if the porridge has cooled down, but he just feels that he is getting hotter.

The porridge in the bowl was eaten spoon by spoon.

The bowl was empty, and Leng Yu felt himself getting hotter.

He stared at the girl in front of him, his seductive peach eyes well concealed his small thoughts, "It's a bit hot, can you take a bath."

When speaking, he especially emphasized the word "hot".

"No, wait until the fever subsides before washing."

"But, it's sticky"

The man lowered his eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

He always loves to be clean, and takes baths at least twice a day, but now he hasn't bathed for two days, it's a bit wronged him.

"Let me wipe your body for you."

"Momo, I'll trouble you then."

Qiao Yimo walked to the bathroom, and a man's voice continued to come from behind her, and she couldn't laugh or cry.

In a few minutes.

The conversation in the dimly lit bedroom became more and more ambiguous.

"Momo, wipe here too."

"No, I can't do it."

"Momo, you can do it, if you don't wipe it, this place will be very sticky."

"But you have your own hands, you wipe them yourself."

"Momo, I can't see it, if you look at it and wipe it clean,"

In the end, Qiao Yimo still couldn't escape.

Those hands were so hot that they didn't look like themselves.

However, it's okay, after wiping his body, the man fell asleep.

She doesn't have to bear the embarrassment of staring.

(End of this chapter)