Mysterious President, Limited Pampering

"Husband, take it easy."

"Here, here, ah, yes, that's it."

"Well, ah."

"Yes, it's comfortable."

"Well, that's it. My waist doesn't seem to hurt any more. My dear, your technique doesn't regress at all."

Sweat, originally is mu Shaochen kneeling on the side of his wife's body, two hands on Lu Mei's naked waist, gently kneading, from the technique, can already be regarded as half a professional, want to come, is to specially learn.

"Of course, your husband, I'm still young." For mu Shaochen, nothing is more honored than the praise of his wife. At this time, it's hard to get rid of the humility in front of Lu Mei, but put on a good look.

"I just heard someone knock on the door and say that my son is ill?" Lu Mei's tone was obviously uncertain. In fact, in the past 20 years, the number of times that Mu Ling was born sick was very few. This person made the two old people who could not give full play to their father's love and mother's love in this way almost become "widowed old people".

Mu Shaochen is also suspicious, but he doesn't deny it. Just now, he seems to have heard that Xiaomei is calling them.

"It's Xiaomei's voice."

Once confirmed, they both saw some sadness in each other's eyes, but soon, it seemed that they had thought of something. Lu Mei gave up the idea of looking at her son who was rarely ill.

Now, it should be yo yo that girl by his side, right?

If it wasn't for the fact that she didn't conform to her status as a mother, she would immediately clap her hands and laugh: Well ill, well ill, this boy would also use bitter tricks.

In Lu Mei's heart, she guessed that mu Lingtian's illness was probably due to his bitter plan for Gu Youyou, but she didn't expect that her son was really too weak to get out of bed.

Speaking of how mu Lingtian was ill, this also starts from a series of things yesterday.

It was snowy last night. When I went out, mu Lingtian didn't wear thick clothes. When I got to the parking lot, I wrapped Gu Youyou, who had already put on one of his own clothes, with his only coat to keep out the cold. Although things went well later, mu Lingtian really survived for half an hour in such a bad situation.

When I came back in the evening, I didn't take any preventive measures. After a cold wind blew downstairs, I sneaked into Mrs. Gu youyou's room. The warm fragrant nephrite was broken. It was a wonderful thing.

But if Xiangyu somehow got into the habit of robbing quilts last night, maybe it was in a strange environment, and something frightening happened before, which made her feel insecure.

Mu Lingtian shakes his head and sighs, allowing himself to be aired in the dark night. Half of his body is gradually cold, but Gu youyou's half of his body is still burning hot.

In this way, holding Gu Youyou, I didn't feel sleepy. I stayed up until dawn. I came down from Gu youyou's bed with my hands and feet and restored everything to its original state. However, I saw the woman take off her shoes outside the carpet he specially prepared. Thinking of that pair of jade feet, I couldn't help but feel excited. The small tent which had been raised under her crotch became more active.

Put the shoes by the bed so that you won't catch cold later.

Back to the room with a crotch of embarrassment, mu Lingtian pours on his big bed and falls asleep. He doesn't remember whether he pulled on the quilt or not.

Maybe it's such a toss down, finally can't endure, so, mu Lingtian is ill, also very sick.

At this time, Gu Youyou, who returns to Mu Lingtian's room, has taken out the thermometer from mu Lingtian's armpit. Although he is surprised at mu Lingtian's obedience at the moment, he is still frightened by the number read on the thermometer.

39.6c

In an instant, Gu Youbian felt a cool feeling rising at her feet. She followed the bottom of her feet and got into her heart. A cold sweat broke out on her head. On the beautiful color of a beautiful city, she couldn't believe it.

In her opinion, a fever above 39C is not only a terrible thing, but also a dangerous thing. If the fever continues, it is likely to cause any damage to the body function, even life-threatening.

She had heard many cases of fever and confusion. Even though their friendship had been broken, she didn't expect to see a mentally retarded child with eight year old mind in the future.

"Why?" This time, mu Lingtian opened his mouth, and finally he could hear a sound, just like the hoarseness in his imagination, as if his voice had experienced the pain of tearing and burning.

"I have a high fever in my eyes. You'd better stop talking and wait for me to pour you some water." Gu youyou straightens mu Lingtian's head and tucks the quilt in. To tell the truth, she has no experience in taking care of patients because of living alone all the time. Fortunately, she knows some basic knowledge.

Taking mu Lingtian's cup from the room, Gu youyou goes downstairs to pick up the water. During this time, he meets the woman before him.

"Miss Gu, what can I do for you?"

Gu youyou waved his hand to indicate that there was no problem, but then, as if he remembered something, he called to the woman and said, "prepare some fruits he likes to eat. Be careful not to be too angry."

As soon as the hot water and fruit are brought upstairs, Gu youyou remembers another thing. He stops at the end of the stairs, takes out his mobile phone and dials a phone.

"Take the antipyretic first, and then sleep for a while. I called Xiao Ling. I should be there in a moment." Gu youyou holds mu Lingtian's upper body and sits up. He looks for the antipyretic. When the temperature of the water is almost over, he delivers it to Mu Lingtian's lips.

To tell you the truth, let alone Gu you, anyone who saw mu Lingtian's appearance would be shocked. When did this powerful man have such a fragile and embarrassed appearance?

His face was very pale. His lips had been covered with frost and snow for a long time. In some places, he even had skin and scab.

Looking at mu Lingtian like this, Gu youyou's heart is really a little bit unpleasant. She knows better than anyone. Although, yesterday was because he wanted to save Xiao Ling, more often, he was taking care of herself. He put his clothes on her, and he only had a thin layer of clothes.

And yesterday, except for Meng Lang when she first entered his room, mu Lingtian didn't do anything too much.

The most important thing is that she has never seen mu Lingtian so sick. It's like the sky that used to depend on her heart suddenly collapsed without warning.

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