President Daddy is super strong

Coming out of the bathroom, he changed into a cool Beige housecoat and a thick nightgown.

While wiping the neat short hair, he opened the door and walked downstairs. "Wang Bo, take the medicine box."

Listen to the man's call, sitting on the bed broken read of Muqiqi heart shaking.

Is he hurt?

Wasn't it just fine?

Without thinking, she got out of bed in a hurry and ran out with her slippers.

Open the door, someone is sneezing and standing in the center of the revolving stairs. Because of the sneezing, they have to stop.

"Are you ill?"

listen to his shaking sneeze, which is the first reaction of Muqi.

Then he naturally went down the stairs and naturally extended his hand to his forehead.

The warm little hand took a temperature test on his forehead, and then gently pasted it on his forehead.

I have tried it three times. The pure little face frowned. "You have a fever."

At the moment, Mo yanjue was not only sneezing, but also cold. He subconsciously wrapped his white robe around him and said, "I have asked Wang Bo to get the medicine."

"Then you go back to your room, and I'll go down and have a look." Muqiqi didn't know why he was so nervous. He pushed on his shoulder and then ran down the stairs.

Looking at the back of the little woman in a hurry, Mo yanjue's sad face flashed a pale smile.

Then he wrapped up his robe and walked quickly upstairs.

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when Muqiqi returns to moyanjue's room with the medicine box.

The people on the bed were huddled up in bed.

The tall and burly body now becomes this kind of appearance, Mu Qiqi stands at the bedside, the heart unexpectedly unconsciously drew pain for a while.

But soon she regained consciousness.

The most important thing at this time is his illness.

She quickly put the white medicine box on the bedside table, took out the electronic thermometer from it, gently placed it on his bright forehead, and pressed the button.

When the electronic thermometer shows a small number, Muqiqi scares his face white.

Thirty nine eight?

Isn't it going to burn the brain?

In her mind, a body temperature higher than thirty-nine degrees would be dead!

So she didn't care what the people in bed muttered, and rushed out of the room.

Wang Bo has been waiting at the door. Muqiqi suddenly rushes out without any sign and they almost bump into each other.

"How about Miss mu, young master?" Wang Bo held the wall in time to stand firm and asked anxiously.

Muqiqi looked very flustered and almost fell down. Fortunately, Wang Bo helped her.

"Wang Bo, Mr. Mo has a high fever of 39 degrees and 8 degrees. Shall we call 120?"

Wang Bo's mouth, 120?

If 120 is needed for high fever, the emergency center of the hospital must be busy.

He calmed down. "Don't panic, Miss mu. You take the fever medicine for the young master first. I'll call the family doctor right now. I should be there soon."

Mu qiqiyileng then realized what he had just said was stupid.

Yes, he is so rich. How can he go to the hospital by himself?

"That's OK. Then you can call quickly. I'll give him some antipyretics first." Even though they are relieved, they can't take it lightly before the family hospital comes. If moyanjue really burns his brain, isn't the little star even more pitiful?