Billionaire's Secret Lover

Mingke breathed, took his arm off his waist and put it back on the bed carefully.

Is this the first time he has managed to break free under his arm? Now he is so fragile

"You're still hanging." She reminded, continue to dim sum close to him, she soft voice way: "first full again, good."

Dear He frowned. How could this tone be more strange?

In fact, she didn't have much appetite in Beiming night, but she managed to swallow every bite she took, and finally ate two dishes of vegetables.

After eating, he looked down at her: "can you sleep?"

After sitting for so long, I can't sit any more. It's a damned weak feeling!

"Are you really tired?" Mingke looked at him, and saw that his face was still a little red, and the sweat on his forehead was not less. She was a little sour in her heart, and was torn by his appearance.

Put down the chopsticks, she said: "you wait, I'll wipe your body, change clothes, you sleep, OK?"

Beiming night didn't speak. Without waiting for his answer, he immediately went into the bathroom and twisted a warm towel to wash his face and neck.

He went in to soak in warm water again and wiped his body again. He also took the alcohol left by Dr. Yang in the morning and rubbed his palms and soles several times.

Then he changed his coat and robe, helped him lie down, covered his quilt, looked up and saw that the needle water was almost gone.

She hung another bottle of water and easily changed it for him.

To do all this well, she breathed a sigh and looked down at Beiming night. She didn't want him to have gone to sleep again. Her breathing was a little heavy, and it didn't seem smooth

He stretched out his long finger to remove the bangs that fell on his forehead. It suddenly occurred to him that not only did he not take medicine, but even Beiming Liancheng

She patted the forehead, only to find that the original one to take care of two people, really tired, especially two disobedient men.

In order not to be so tired, after the new year, we should urge Beiming night to find a daughter-in-law for Beiming Liancheng. It's better to marry Ah Jiao back, otherwise these two guys will get sick and hurt, and they will have to kill her.

Finally, he tossed the northern night up again. After feeding him the medicine, he was allowed to lie back and continue to sleep.

The man's consciousness has always been a bit vague, but he even doubts whether he knows what he's feeding him.

Fortunately, it seems that as long as he gently called him "night", he would be particularly obedient if he was not sober, and he would swallow everything he was asked to eat.

Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, she looked at the time again, and then she packed up the things on the bedside table and sent them out.

The maid had been waiting in the corridor and handed her things. She immediately turned and walked to the room of Beiming Liancheng

Throughout the afternoon, Mingke basically shuttled back and forth between the two rooms. From time to time, she would see if the fever had gone down. When they were sweating, she would have to wipe their bodies and change their clothes.

Beiming night is OK. It's easy for him to take care of his man. However, the guy in Beiming Liancheng is not easy to toss about. It's uncomfortable to wipe his body for a long time.

The only consolation is that at 6 p.m. they were taken their temperature separately, and their temperature dropped.

Beiming night 38 degrees five, Beiming Liancheng 38 degrees six, not very high, but still in fever.

However, their spirits were much better than at noon. At dinner, they were finally willing to come out of their room and eat downstairs.

Just in case, before they went downstairs, Mingke used the last moment to get into the kitchen, took the ready-made materials and made three dishes and one soup in a hurry.

The cooks don't know why she came to cook in a hurry, but the name won't let them talk nonsense. If no one pays attention to this problem when they wait for dinner, the dish should be cooked by the cooks. If someone is so willful

At least, not even a mouthful of food.

At the dinner table, the two men are still sitting in a fixed position, as usual every day. What's different is that now they look very sick.

His face was still a little crimson, but under the crimson, it was obvious that he was pale, his short hair was messy, and his bangs were wet with a little sweat.

The two pairs of eyes, which were more beautiful than black Zhuoshi, were very dim now, and could hardly see any brilliance.

It's really rare for the master to get sick. It's the only thing that two masters get sick together. It's the first time that the servants have been working in the imperial court for so many years.

At ordinary times, the two male hosts are colder and haughtier than each other, but now they are sitting at the dining table, quietly waiting for dinner, just like two clever children.

The maids in the courtyard looked at the peach blossom in their eyes. They just wanted to rush to them and put their arms around them.

I'm really used to their unattainable posture. Now it's rare to see such a grounded appearance for a hundred years."You haven't completely got rid of the fever. Today, the dishes cooked by the cook are lighter than usual. Don't feel tasteless." Mingke helped the servant to serve the meal together.

Fish, chicken and eggs can't be found on the table. They are basically green vegetables, chopped steamed meat, steamed ribs and so on, almost without any greasy dishes.

If it's normal, when two people see this kind of dish, they are afraid that they don't even want to move their chopsticks. But they don't know whether they have taken the medicine or not. Their lips are full of bitter taste. It seems that there is no difference between them.

If it wasn't for fame, they would have to come down. I'm afraid that both of them are still in bed, and they don't want to come down.

Beiming night propped his forehead and rubbed his fingertips on his temples. He didn't feel sick. Only when he got sick could he feel this kind of weakness. Even he began to dislike himself.

As soon as Beiming Liancheng took the bowl from Mingke's hand, he coughed twice. After two coughs, I don't know if it's too slow to breathe. He suddenly coughed, and his cheeks were red. The cough still couldn't stop.

A pair of peach blossom eyes are staring at his red face. At this time, Liancheng young master is really weak. He wants to go and hold him in his arms, pat him on the back and let him stop coughing.

Every cough is like a hammer in every girl's heart. It makes them feel sad and miserable. It's too pitiable. How can a man have such charm when he is sick!