Diamond Wedding: Exclusive possession of mystery wife

"If you don't go down to dinner again, I'm afraid Grandpa will come up to see you in person."

Jane Luo raised her hand and rubbed the center of her eyebrows. Her face was a little pale: "I don't want to eat dinner."

"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Jane Qing saw something wrong with him and stepped forward, with a faint smile on her face.

"I've caught a cold." Jane Luo said weakly, and a flash of embarrassment flashed through the depths of her eyes.

Jane Qing frowned and reached out to his forehead. She had a low fever.

"Why don't you say a fever?"

"Just a little low fever. It won't hurt." Jane Luo didn't care.

Jian Qing glared at him and said angrily, "don't you understand your own body? Don't take medicine quickly with a low fever. You'll have to go to the hospital with a high fever later."

It's always like this. Why don't you learn a lesson.

Jane Lowe bowed her head and listened to her lesson.

"I'll get you medicine and cover the quilt." Jane Qing pulled the quilt and helped him cover it tightly. Then she turned and left.

"Sister, don't talk to Grandpa." Jane Luo called her and told her, "don't talk to black jack either."

Smelly black jack, he doesn't want to see him at all for the time being.

"I see."

Jane walked out without looking back. Jane Luo shivered and scolded black jack for the nth time.

After a while, Jane Qing came back with the medicine box.

He made a cold granule for him, took two more tablets, and Jane sat down by the bed with a cup.

"Drink quickly."

Jianluo reached out to take the cup. Before he drank it, he smelled the bitterness of the granule. He frowned and poured down the tablets and granules in one breath.

"It's fine at noon. Why did you catch a cold now? What did you do in the afternoon?" Jane Qing looked at him, looked at the empty water cup after drinking, and asked with great interest.

Hearing her words, Jane Luo choked and hurriedly said, "nothing. It should have been raining in the morning."

"Really?" Jane looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing him.

"Can't you two have too much fun, so you catch a cold?"

"Cough!" Jane Luo's eyes widened. Frightened by her words, she choked her saliva and coughed uncontrollably.

As everyone knows, his reaction made Jianqing confirm his guess.

"It seems that I should have guessed right. Let me guess again." she smiled deeper and touched her chin. "Is it in the bathroom or outside the window?"

Without astonishing words, Jane Luo felt thunder rolling overhead, and her pale face was a little crimson because of her cough.

"Sister, what are you talking about?"

Do you want to guess so accurately and leave him a way to live.

Special.

Black Jack, if you dare to come back tonight, I will kill you.

"With such a red face, it seems that I should have guessed right." Jane Qing stirred up the corners of her mouth and then teased him: "Lolo, you can't connive at black jack so much. Look, you've got a cold."

"I'm hot, hot," Jane Lowe stressed, but she didn't know that he seemed to have no silver here.

Jane Qing raised her eyebrows and followed his words: "OK, hot, hot."

“……”

"Sister, I want to sleep." if she stays any longer, he wants to find a hole to drill in.

"Then sleep for a while, and I'll send someone to cook some porridge for you. If you wake up later, if you're hungry, someone will bring it up." Jane Qing stood up and said.

"Yes."

Watching the door close, Jane lay down again, pulled the quilt, turned over and went to bed.

As soon as Jane Qing came downstairs, she heard the angry voice of old man Jane. When she heard the content, she couldn't help laughing.

"Quan Jingwu, you bastard, don't you know how to respect the old?"

Needless to think, she can guess that her grandfather lost chess to Xiaojing.

As soon as he saw Jane Qing, old man Jane complained, "Xiaoqing, this cold iceberg is not cute at all. I knew I wouldn't lend him my Hukou book."

"Grandpa, it seems a little late for you to regret now." Jane Qing smiled.

Old man Jane had no choice but to hang his head. He was old and confused. Why did he believe the evil of Quan Jingwu?

Suddenly thinking of something, he looked up behind her and saw no figure of Jane Luo: "where's Luo Luo? Why didn't he come down with you?"

"He's still sleeping. I asked the kitchen to get him something to eat. He'll get up and eat later," Jane said.

"Sleep so long?" old Jane was stunned.

Jian Qing said, "we went to the pottery museum today. We may be tired."

Old man Jane nodded and then played chess with Quan Jingwu.

Jian Qing walked over and sat down beside Quan Jingwu, eating snacks and watching the war.

As the night deepened, the street lights in the manor were on.

Old man Jane had just gone upstairs to his room to have a rest. Black Jack came back. He was dusty and cold.

"Where's Jane Lowe?" he came in, glanced at the living room and habitually looked for the familiar figure.

"Ask you." Jane Qing said meaningfully.

"Huh?" Black Jack looked at her, confused.

Jane Qing: "you'll know when you go back to your room."

Black Jack was more confused and ran upstairs.

"What's wrong with Jane Luo?" Quan Jingwu raised his hand and touched her head. He asked curiously.

"I have a cold and a low fever."

Quan Jingwu looked upstairs and thought of the conversation between Jian Qing and black jack. It flashed through his purple eyes.

He hurried back to the room and opened the door. Black Jack saw the people huddled in bed.

Under the light, the people on the bed looked a little pale. Black Jack clicked at the bottom of his heart. His slender legs stepped away and rushed to the bedside in three or two steps.

"Luo Xiaobai, what's the matter with you?"

He sat by the bed, his cold hand covering Jane Lo's side face, and he woke up immediately.

"What are you doing? It's so cold."

Bleary eyed, he pushed his hand away, murmured, and then drilled into the quilt to absorb the warmth of the quilt.

Black Jack's eyes sank. He dug the man out of the quilt and took him into his arms. Suddenly, he was taken out of the warm quilt. Jane Luo blew his hair.

"Black jack, get out of here."

If he really has a high fever later, it's definitely his fault.

Black Jack pressed his hand, the other hand was free to cover his forehead, and the slightly hot temperature made him sink his face.

"Luo Xiaobai, you have a fever."

"Am I a fool? I want you to say that I have a fever." janlo broke free of his hand, pulled the quilt and went in again.

"Why don't you call me when you have a fever, fool!" Black Jack looked at the people buried in the quilt, helpless and distressed.

It's all his fault. He didn't even notice his cold and fever.

"I can catch a cold, thanks to you," said Jane lo, poking out of the quilt, staring at him angrily.

"You go out and sleep in the guest room at night."

He grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Black Jack took the pillow, looked at his pale face, remembered Jane Qing's words, and suddenly understood what Jane Qing had just said.