After the divorce, I was spoiled by the little wolf dog husband

Lu An'an still called to ask the Mo family to pick up Mo Yan, but he refused to let go when he was dragged by Mo Yan to the underground garage. In the end, the driver and the housekeeper forcibly broke him apart and carried him into the car.

Looking at the red tail lights disappearing around the corner, Lu Anan sighed.

After so many years of friendship with Mo Yan, she really didn't want to feel embarrassed even being friends in the end.

At eleven o'clock in the night, she felt a little scared to take the elevator alone. Fortunately, the elevator went up quickly, and it seemed that she reached the 26th floor in the blink of an eye.

As soon as the elevator door opened, she strode out without even thinking about it, and rushed straight to the door of her house. However, when her eyes touched the figure at the door, she stopped abruptly.

The man leaned against the door with his back bent, his head drooping slightly, his eyes didn't know where to fall, and he looked a little dull.

Her hair, which had always been carefully groomed, was messy, and the black home clothes on her body were also crumpled, as if they hadn't been washed for a few days.

She was approaching with hesitation, when the man noticed the movement, he raised his head slowly and looked over.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, Lu Anan was slightly stunned, the man's unshaven face was flushed, and when he looked carefully, his eyes were misty.

This person...couldn't have stayed in the house for three days without going out?

"Rang Rang, your house is opposite."

This man really knew how to choose a place, and blocked the door for her to enter the house.

As he got closer, he could smell the faint smell of alcohol on this man.

She couldn't help laughing angrily.

Heh, tonight is really a good day, one or two have drunk to block her, right? !

As soon as one was sent away, another one ran out.

The man's deep eyes stared straight at her without speaking, a little creepy.

Lu Anan was too lazy to watch his misery, so she stretched out her hand to push him away, but unexpectedly, not only did she not push him away, but instead, he grabbed her wrist vigorously and pressed it against the door panel.

"Macass, let me go! Why are you so crazy?"

A scorching breath rushed towards his face, and Lu Anan only felt that the wrists held by him were scorching hot, and even the breath he exhaled from the face pressed against his neck was hot.

"An'an, don't love me..."

His voice was deep and hoarse as if it had been ground by gravel.

Lu Anan was stunned for a while, until she was hugged tightly into his arms, and she suddenly came back to her senses that something was wrong.

Not caring about other things, just in the posture of the man holding her, he lifted the clothes on the man's back, reached in and touched her, the whole back was hot, probably had a fever.

"Are you confused with a fever? Why do you run out when you have a fever? You are sick."

There was an inexplicable annoyance in my heart, and I cursed, but the movement of pushing him was a little lighter.

"Go back to your room and take your medicine quickly."

McCas endured the pain, buried his head in her neck and shook, and murmured vaguely: "There is no... medicine."

"Then go to the hospital."

The neck was sore and itchy from the stubble on his face, Lu Anan angrily pushed his head away forcefully.

But the man stuck to him like a leech.

"An'an...don't push me away...don't stop loving me, okay? I feel bad..."

Thinking of the man holding her and her tenderly coaxing him, his heart ached like a twist.

He stayed in that dim room for three whole days without going out, not daring to look for her again, for fear of hearing her say that she didn't love him again.

Like a timid coward, he only dared to look at her through the surveillance camera.

For three days, all he could think about was the sweet past between the two seven years ago, every scene seemed to be engraved into his bone marrow, and his memory was still fresh.

He couldn't accept the fact that the woman he had been thinking about for seven years no longer loved him.

He can't take it...

Why don't you love him...

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It took Lu An'an a lot of effort to get the man to lie on the sofa. While cursing herself for being soft-hearted, she brought the medicine box from home.

I took the man's temperature with a temperature gun, and sure enough, he had a high fever, 39.5 degrees Celsius.

"Forget it if you burn it to death! How old is he, and he still drinks alcohol when he has a fever."

Cursing and swearing, he rudely stuffed the leftover antipyretics he took last time into his mouth, fed him a few mouthfuls of warm water, and got up.

"Take you in for one night, and get out as soon as the fever subsides tomorrow morning."

Lu Anan held an empty glass in one hand and looked down at him condescendingly.

McCas half propped up his body and stared at Lu Anan. Due to the high fever and the alcohol, his pupils seemed to be covered with fog, and his head was dizzy, as if he was going to explode in the next second. It was extremely uncomfortable.

"An'an, can... stay with me?"

As he spoke, his hand slowly reached for the catkin hanging by her side.

Lu Anan was standing against the sofa, and McCas could touch her hand as soon as she reached out, but unfortunately, Lu Anan dodged her as soon as her fingertips touched her.

"Don't push yourself too hard. I just see you sick. It's pitiful to be alone. You'd better not have other thoughts."

After glaring at him, Lu Anan snorted coldly and entered his room, closing the door with a "bang".

McCass looked at the suddenly quiet living room, with a wry smile on his lips, he lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.

In less than five seconds, the door that was closed just now was opened, and there was a rustling sound, and a thin blanket was thrown on him.

Then, with a "click", the door was gently closed again.

McCas, who had his eyes closed the whole time, touched the blanket on his body, and his heart, which had sunk to the bottom, started to splash again.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the man lying on the sofa seemed to have fallen into a nightmare, his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were wrinkled into Sichuan characters, and large beads of sweat came out of his face.

An orange desk lamp was lit next to the sofa, Lu Anan looked at the man through the light, reached out to touch his forehead, the sweat that oozes out was cool, and then touched his back, his clothes were soaked.

"It's really trying to find something for me."

mutter angrily.

If you sweat from a high fever and don't clean it up in time, you're afraid you'll catch a cold.

She had to soak the towel again to wipe off the sweat on his face. When it was her turn, she paused for a moment, then gritted her teeth and took off his shirt. She glanced away, wiped his chest, and tried again. The strength of the milk made him turn sideways, wiping the sweat off his back.

After finishing her work, she herself was quite tired, panting slightly and looking at the shirtless man.

There is no man's clothes in her house, so he can only be naked, and the fever has subsided anyway, so he should be covered with a blanket, right?

Thinking to herself, she did just that.

Back in the room, maybe the man's fever subsided, and she fell into a deep sleep within 2 minutes of lying down.

At four o'clock in the morning, McCas was in a daze, feeling like he had fallen into an ice cellar, with bursts of cold air oozing from his bones, which made him shiver.

He wrapped himself tightly in the blanket, curled up in a ball, his teeth chattering.

After a while, the unstoppable coldness in his body made him no longer have time to think, he got up from the sofa with the blanket in his arms, shrunk his body and walked into Lu Anan's room.