The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife

I don't know how long it took until she felt that her arm that had been moving for a long time was sore, and she eased it. After seeing him all at once, she heard the faint ringing of the door.

I think it should be that Dr. Zhong came over.

Xi Xia night just quietly got up, took a bit of effort to barely take his hand out of his grip, and subconsciously reached out and explored his forehead, still very hot, only to secretly worried and took a breath .

When I went downstairs, Amo came over with Dr. Zhong.

"Little lady! How is the young master?"

As soon as Amo entered the door, he asked anxiously, and the ink eyebrows tightened tightly.

Xi Xia night slightly sideways, let the two follow, and responded, "I just gave him some antipyretics, but still have no fever, go first to see it."

"The young master inspected the wind that has been blowing for a long time on the riverside today. It is estimated that it is suffering from cold. Doctor Zhong, you can go up and see."

Amo rushed to the summer night and went straight to the second floor.

"He didn't seem to have a good rest these few days. Just go to sleep, be careful."

When I came to the entrance of the study room, I suddenly stopped at Xia night and turned to talk to them.

Dr. Zhong nodded and subconsciously lightened his footsteps. Amo had some complex looks. He looked up at Xixia night and wanted to say something. However, he still didn’t say anything, and Xia night also followed. It is.

Dr. Zhong had just approached, but he was still asleep in a soft chair. He also woke up in a flash. He saw two more people in front of him. The faint black scorpion had a glimpse of ignorance, hoarse and Low opening, "How come you?"

"Young Master! How are you feeling now?"

"Young Master, are you okay?"

Amo asked with Dr. Zhong, and the concern in his eyes was so strong.

Mu Xiaochen only helped the support, and looked at the side of the night watching his summer night silently. "Nothing, a small cold and a fever, it is your nephew too nervous."

"Your body temperature is very high, fever is not a trivial matter, the body is your own, and you are suffering yourself."

Xi Xia night was too lazy to argue with him. He opened the stool in front of him and stretched his arm. "Go back to the bedroom first, Doctor Zhong, please show him."

Mu Xiaochen gave her a deep look and saw her face stubborn and irresistible. There was still a bit of momentum. The pale face was a faint easing, and she refused to let her. Struggling to pull yourself up.

Amo had wanted to help in the past, but he was blocked by Mu Chenchen.

Going back to the bedroom, I took a clean robe and changed the clothes on him. I wiped my face with a simple brush. The doctor went up to check him and then pinned it.

Xi Xia night is to go downstairs to cook a light little porridge, waiting for the doctor to finish the work, it is already a little more than one in the morning.

"You go back to rest soon. I can do it here, right, and don't have to talk to my grandparents, lest they worry."

On the summer night, Amo and Dr. Zhong were sent out, and they said to Amo next to them.

"Well, I know. The young master is in trouble with the lady. The doctor has given the young master a needle. Now he has slowly subsided, there will be nothing, and the young lady should not worry too much."

Xia nodded in the evening, and when he thought about it, he couldn’t help but say, "He’s not very good in the past few days... I don’t know what to do..."

Wen Yan, Amo stunned, looked down, silenced, after a moment of silence, he whispered, "Little lady, spend more than a few days with the young master, every few days of the year, he is not in a good mood. And, Ching Ming Festival..."

Speaking of this, Amo did not say anything more, just raised his gaze and worried that he looked upstairs, his face was a little depressed, and his eyes were somewhat bleak.

Xi Xia night seems to be able to see a struggle from his eyes, it is hard to imagine that this kind of handsome and handsome Amo will have such a side.

It seems that I know what it is like. I didn’t continue to ask for the summer night, just nod. “Well, I will.”

Amo took a deep breath and turned away from the villa.

When I returned to the room with the porridge, I didn’t find him lying in bed, but I was already in the bath and sitting on the sofa in the porch. Who told me to call, and she came in and simply explained a few words. Hang up the phone.

"Why don't you lie down?"

She handed him the porridge in his hand and reached for the cell phone in his hand. "Have something to eat, burn it back? I see..."

"Almost, sit down and toss a night."

He reached out and grabbed her hand on his forehead, took her to sit down, and put the porridge in her hand to the table in front.

"I am fine, Amo is worried about you."

She took advantage of him and sat down. He saw that his body temperature was not as hot as he had just been. It was a sigh of relief. He bent down and poured a glass of water. He was handed to him. He didn’t drink, she only bowed and drank a few. mouth.

"You are not worried?"

He looked at her with a low smile, but although his tone was somewhat weak, he had a softer composition.

The girl in the summer night showed her eyebrows and glanced at him. She did not speak. She just looked at the porridge that was still hot and looked at him again.

"You don't go to work tomorrow, I want Amo not to talk to grandparents, lest they worry."

She sighed in secret and stooped to pick up some messy desktop on the table.

His eyes were deep and he watched her cleanly, and for a long time, he lowered his voice. "Mom also called me today, that thing, if..."

"This is a turning point. I just want to prove my innocence. It's good now. If you can calm down later, there is nothing wrong with it."

When she paused, she slowly raised her head and met his dark sea of ​​sorrow. It was very calm.

He lowered his eyes slightly, silenced for a moment, then nodded. "I follow you... I heard that someone sent you flowers in the afternoon, who is it?"

He suddenly asked such a sentence, so that Xi Xia night suddenly glimpsed, and the star passed through a doubt -

How is his news so well-informed?

"It’s Han Yifeng...he said sorry to me..."

For a moment of silence, she admitted with frankness.

And listening to her said that his idle hand is tight, his eyes are a bit complicated, and he has not spoken for a long time.

Perceived the atmosphere of sudden silence, she also looked up at him and saw that his look was not very good. When he thought about it, he suddenly reached out and gently covered his hand.

"Between me and him, it is already over, so..."