President Gao Leng's little wife

After the interview on the street, both of them were extremely sweet in their hearts. Xia Yuluo was still thinking about what kind of surprise Han Tianyi would have on the Qixi Festival, and after thinking about it, they were already home.

"Ah chirp—" She sneezed, which was strange to say, like the beginning of an omen, after she sneezed, she began to cough.

Han Tianyi touched her forehead, it was a little hot: "I have a fever." He took her hand and went to search for medicine.

Xia Yuluo didn't take it seriously, she didn't feel any discomfort except that she felt a little hot all over her body, she didn't take it seriously, and pushed his hand away: "It's okay, maybe the bath water was too cold last night. "

As a result, at night, she began to cough violently, her whole body was hot, and her whole body was as hot as a red-hot iron.

Han Tianyi was in a hurry, so he called a private doctor. First, he gave an injection of antipyretics, and then prescribed more medicines. Only then did her temperature drop a little, but she was still so sick that she was weak all over.

Han Tianyi fed her the medicine bit by bit, fetched medical alcohol, wiped her body, and tried to cool her down.

Xia Yuluo was so burnt that she was stuck on the bed like mud, and was scorching uncomfortably like being in a stove.

She snorted impatiently. Seeing her like this, Han Tianyi tucked the corner of the quilt for her worriedly, changed a towel, and stayed by her side the whole time.

In the middle of the night, her temperature began to drop slowly, and she became more awake. She opened her eyes slightly, and saw the little guy with his head down beside her bed.

"Xia Ruoguang, why don't you go to sleep?" Her voice sounded like a tuberculosis ghost, she was hoarse without any strength.

Seeing that she woke up, the little guy stood up happily, only then did she realize that the little guy was doing homework beside her bed, she frowned, and a fire was burning in her throat.

"Mom, drink water." Seeing her chapped lips, Xia Ruoguang walked to the table that was half his head taller, tiptoed to reach for the cup, and groped on the table with his little hands.

Worried about hurting him, Xia Yuluo stretched out her hand to stop him, and said frightenedly, "No need, mom is not thirsty."

The little guy stood on tiptoe again, grabbed the edge of the cup, took it off, and handed it to her: "Mom, water." There were cute expressions on the little face.

Xia Yuluo didn't know what to say in her heart. Seeing him so heartwarming, the glass of water seemed to weigh a thousand catties in her hand. She drank it slowly, like the sweetest pure dew, moistening her dry throat. It warmed her heart.

"Why did you get up? Are you feeling better?" Han Tianyi pushed the door open, holding a plate of things in his hand, he hurried to the bedside, supported her steady, and found another pillow to put on her bed behind her so she can sit comfortably.

"Are you hungry? You've been sleeping for so long, eat something." It turned out that what he brought over was a bowl of porridge, with a rich aroma. A sour, a gust of hot air gushed out of the eyes.

"I'll do it myself." She stretched out her hand to pick it up, but Han Tianyi said, "Just eat like this." As he spoke, he scooped up a spoonful and carefully blew it to her mouth.

After eating a bowl of porridge, she finally regained some strength, but her face was still pale and drowsiness came over her one after another. Han Tianyi carefully covered her with the quilt, and got into it himself.

He hugged her, and she was worried about infecting him with the cold, so she refused: "It will be bad if it infects you."

"Don't make trouble, I have strong resistance." Han Tianyi protected her hands and feet tightly, and guarded her tightly. In the end, she didn't have the strength to toss around anymore, and she was as stable as a kitten. Meow fell asleep in his arms.