The richest man Yang Fei

Yang Fei's eyelids were heavy, he took cold medicine, fell asleep on the bed with his head covered.

Chen Mo hurriedly went downstairs, bought anti-fever medicine and came up, shaking Yang Fei awake again.

Yang Fei's illness came quickly, but in fact, there were already signs of it. These days, he felt that his spirit was not very good, but he didn't care about it. He didn't expect it to erupt tonight.

Chen Mo fed him medicine, worried that he would need something at night, so she stayed in his room.

The air conditioner in the room is fully turned on.

Chen Mo touched Yang Fei's forehead from time to time, and twisted a towel to cover it to cool him down.

Yang Fei slept soundly.

Chen Mo dozed off and took a nap beside his bed.

In a daze, I heard Yang Fei shouting: "Chen Mo! Chen Mo!"

"I'm here," Chen Mo woke up and agreed, "Yang Fei, I'm here."

Yang Fei grabbed her hand and put it next to her face, without opening her eyes.

Chen Mo was startled.

Is he dreaming?

She gently pulled out her hand and tried the temperature of Yang Fei's forehead, it was still very hot.

Antipyretics can't be taken too much, only physical cooling can be used to help him dissipate heat.

Chen Mo was busy for a while, helping Yang Fei to cool down physically.

Yang Fei fell asleep again.

Chen Mo was tired, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and checked the time, it was already 10:30 in the evening.

Yang Fei's phone rang, it was from Su Tong.

But he was in a deep sleep and didn't hear it.

Chen Mo glanced at the incoming call on the screen, hesitated for a while, but didn't answer it.

The phone rang once, then stopped ringing.

Ding!

A short message was sent.

Chen Mo didn't open it and let the phone stay where it was.

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Fei woke up slowly.

He turned his head and saw Chen Mo sleeping on one side.

Looking at Chen Mo's silky black hair, Yang Fei's head buzzed.

What happened last night?

Why is Chen Mo on my bed?

I wouldn't have done something to her, would I?

Yang Fei stretched out his hand and gently lifted the hair covering her face.

Chen Mo slept soundly, her beautiful face was peaceful and serene, and her nostrils rose and fell gently with the rhythm of her breathing.

Yang Fei tried hard to recall, but his memory of last night was still blank.

All he remembered was smoking a cigarette on the balcony, and then he had a splitting headache, and then what happened?

Chen Mo's eyelids moved and he opened his eyes.

The two looked at each other.

"Yang Fei, you're awake!" Chen Mo said with a happy smile, completely disregarding her environment, "Last night, I was terrified. You are so heavy, and I can't hold you in my arms."

Yang Fei pointed at her, then at himself, and asked, "Last night, us?"

Chen Mo realized what he was talking about, blushed, got up and said, "What are you thinking? You had a high fever last night, and I kept physically cooling you down, and then I got tired. For some reason, it was just you Asleep in bed."

Yang Fei snorted, and said with a smile: "No way? A beautiful woman like you is lying beside me, and I actually slept like a dead pig, doing nothing?"

"Otherwise, what do you want to do?" Chen Mo's eyes were watery, and his tone was foggy.

The richest man Yang Fei

The richest man Yang Fei

Chapter 1371 I Will Draw A Turtle On Your Face

Yang Fei smiled while gesticulating, "I will take a pen and draw a turtle on your face!"

Chen Mo was waiting affectionately, thinking that he would say such warm words!

As soon as this remark came out, the two laughed like children in an instant.

"I hate you!" Chen Mo smiled coquettishly, "You still draw a turtle! Have you ever painted a turtle on Mr. Su's face?"

Yang Fei shook his head, "No. Thank you for taking care of me. I feel better. I have to be late for work today."

Chen Mo said, "Yes, this is the first time I'm late."

Yang Fei said, "Follow me to work, no one will dare to remember your lateness."

Chen Mo pursed her lips and smiled, stretched lazily, and said, "I found that sleeping next to you makes me feel extra solid and stable. Is it because I have a manly masculinity? So I feel safe?"

Yang Fei's expression froze.

This scene is so familiar!

He almost thought that time and space had intersected, that he and Chen Mo in another life were lying on the bed and whispering!

Yang Fei couldn't help stretching out his hand, caressing her delicate and juicy face.

Chen Mo's whole body seemed to be on fire, hot and sweaty!

She jumped out of bed and said, "Yang Fei, you can't..."

Yang Fei was stunned.