Systematic Director’s Tender Love

She retracted her hand and stood by the sofa, watching him silently, her eyebrows tightened tighter.

I thought that he didn't want this hand anymore. Now she realized that he didn't even plan to take his life.

Otherwise, how could you do this?

If it wasn't for her to happen to...well, come here to take a look, I'm afraid no one knows that he died here!

The Patriarch here is uncomfortable, is it that nobody cares?

How does Housekeeper Zhou do things? Are those servants getting paid for nothing?

And Mu Yichen, with his self-willed and arbitrary character, how did he live safely until now?

The jade-white teeth bit his lower lip tightly, then loosened it again.

Forget it, don't care about him.

He doesn't even cherish his body, so why should she care about it?

She tensed her jaw, turned and walked towards the door.

I felt angry and decided to leave it alone, but my body honestly returned to the room, found a small medicine box, and carried it back to Mu Yichen's bedroom.

Put the medicine box on the glass tea table, find a towel in the bathroom, soak it with cold water, and walk to the sofa again.

Leaning over and sitting beside the man, gently put a wet towel on his forehead.

Rummaging in the medicine box for a while, found a thermometer.

The tender white hand held the front of his bathrobe and gently pulled it aside, revealing the tight wheaten muscles of the man's chest.

She stuffed the thermometer into his armpit and accidentally touched his skin, which was also very hot.

Five minutes later, she took out the thermometer and took a look. It was thirty-eight degrees six.

Depending on the situation, most of the high fever caused by wound infection.

No, you have to rush to the hospital.

His illness and injury cannot be delayed.

Putting down the thermometer, she pushed him and said softly:

"Wake up, you are sick.

Let's go to the hospital, okay? "

After asking several times, he frowned. Turning over, his lips moved twice, and he said vaguely:

"Not going."

She reluctantly dialed the bangs in front of her forehead, annoyed.

He refuses to go to the hospital, what can I do?

At this time, go to the family doctor, I am afraid it will be delayed for a long time.

Moreover, it is said that the male doctor is ill.

Even if the little assistant came, he probably refused to receive treatment.

No one could persuade Mu Yichen's stubborn temper.

She sighed again, let her try!

See if you can think of a way to get him to reduce his fever first. If it doesn't work, he can only be forced to the hospital.

She rummaged in the medicine box for a while, found a bottle of anti-fever medicine and a box of anti-inflammatory medicine, took out one each, and held it in the palm of her hand.

Pour a cup of warm water and gently push him:

"Mu Yichen, get up and take medicine."

This time, he did not directly refuse, but turned to face her, still not opening his eyes.

She leaned down, reached out to support his neck, and supported his upper body.

He took a sofa cushion and tucked it behind him, letting him sit halfway.

Squeezing the man's resolute chin firmly, opened his two thin lips, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

The hard stubble that emerged slightly pierced her delicate fingertips, and she felt a little pain.

Put two pills into his mouth, put the cup to his lips, and whispered:

"Open your mouth, drink some water, and deliver the medicine."

In any case, Mu Yichen refused to move.

She tried a strong irrigation, and the water ran down the corners of his lips, not drinking at all.

This method obviously does not work.

The slender eyelashes blinked a few times quickly, and Zhao Donghan was in trouble.

If he doesn't quickly let him take the medicine, the fever won't go away.

It keeps burning like this, and it burns out the lungs, but it's bad.

If you are a child, no matter how naughty you are during the day, you will become behaved at night after falling asleep.

This eldest master is fine, he is very difficult when he is sober. Now they are all sick to the point of unconsciousness, and they are unwilling to obey.

She didn't even give her any reaction, and couldn't communicate with him at all.

This is how to do?

After hesitating for a while, he moved the cup to his lips, drank a third of it in one breath, and held it in his mouth.

Bend down, put the pink lips on his chapped lips, and slowly poured warm water into his mouth.

Although in front of him is the man she likes, her shy nature still makes her unable to deal with it calmly.

Had it not been for him to be unconscious now, there was really no other way, and she would not do it anyway.

She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled and her cheeks were flushed. He clenched his white and tender hands into a fist, and continued to comfort himself in his heart:

She usually kissed him more than once. What can she do about it?

Saving people is important, so you can't stick to these subsections.

His lips are usually cold; but today because of a fever, they have become warmer.

The thin and chapped lips became soft and moist due to the fit of her moist lips.

The clear breath that the man is familiar with, accompanied by hot breathing, touched her face.

The frequency of her heartbeat could not help but speed up a few beats.

Stabilizing her mind, she told herself, don't think about it, it's important to concentrate on reducing his fever.

So he stretched his hand behind his back, patted twice, motioning him to swallow.

With a movement of her apple, he did not disappoint her hope and drank the water from his mouth.

She relaxed slightly. After feeding him all the water, she was about to remove her pink lips. Mu Yichen suddenly raised her arms and straightened her back.

The big hand pressed **** the back of her head and kissed deeply.

"Well……"

She struggled instinctively, and a thought flashed through her mind--

It turned out that he had been pretending to be asleep, playing with her.

Seeing her take the initiative to feed him and drink water after being so busy, does he feel very proud of being played around by him?

Zhao Donghan thought more and more angry, and pushed him hard.

No, Mu Yichen fell back to the sofa feebly.

Zhao Donghan bulged his cheeks and stared at him for a while. But seeing his eyes closed tightly and there was no sign of waking up at all, he had to accept the fact:

He didn't pretend to be lethargic to cheat her, and he didn't wake up at all.

It's like a person turns back and forth after falling asleep.

Just now, it was mostly his subconscious instinctive reaction when he was sleeping.

She pinched his chin, confirming that he had swallowed the medicine completely, and whispered in disbelief:

"You still look so lustful when you fall asleep, you must have been a big pervert in your last life."

In fact, she was right.

The reason why Mu Yichen kissed her was indeed out of instinct.

There are only two lips that make him crazy.

Even though the person is still ill, the wound is inflamed, the head is dizzy, and the body aches, but he still feels immediately when he touches her lips.

She didn't find the pill in his mouth, so she put down the water glass in relief.

He opened the small medicine box again, planning to find some trauma medicine.

However, this is just an emergency medicine kit placed in the room for emergencies, and the contents are not complete.

Therefore, she only found a few band-aids, and a half roll of gauze, without trauma medicine at all.