good morning little wife

Chapter 679 I will not leave (1)
Sheng Xia's heart is not made of iron, not to mention that he is so sick now that even his consciousness is probably fuzzy, so he threw the towel aside, slowly reached out and wrapped his hand with the other hand, and whispered : "Yan Jue, I'm here."

Yan Jue didn't know if he really heard her words, but he really calmed down slowly.

Sheng Xia's gaze was still on his face, as if he had never been so weak lying on the bed in his impression, so seriously ill that even his face changed.The more I watched, the more I couldn't bear the soreness in my heart, so I moved my lips closer to kiss his forehead.

Just like the morning when he came to pick up the child, he kissed himself like this.In fact, she knew that he wasn't really ruthless, but just made herself appear ruthless on purpose.

Who made him the arrogant Yan Jue?Maybe he already knew, so if he didn't act cold on purpose, maybe he wouldn't be able to hold back anymore.

Sheng Xia reminded himself that he was just sick, and sick people don't know anything, so they can all indulge.

There was an inexplicable sadness in the room, and the snow outside had not stopped all night.

It didn't take long for his fever to subside and it came back again. The illness kept coming back and forth, and Sheng Xia began to feel anxious.

The cell phone rang suddenly in the room, Sheng Xia glanced around, and finally found the cell phone from him, saw that the caller ID was Assistant Zhu, and pressed the button to listen.

"Young Master Yan." An eager voice came from the other end.

"It's me." Sheng Xia said, she believed that Assistant Zhu should know Yan Jue's whereabouts.

Hearing her voice on the other side seemed to be silent for a second, obviously recognizing her voice.Maybe it's just that I didn't know how to address it for a while, so I finally called out dryly after a while: "Miss Sheng..."

He is the person who knows Yan Jue best, and he knows that in his boss's heart, she is the only one worthy of calling him Young Mistress.It's just that with the current situation of these two people, he can't call Sheng Xia like that.

Sheng Xia didn't have the heart to care about that now, and only said in a calm-sounding tone: "Yan Jue has a fever, his car hit a rock and blocked the way up the mountain, you can find a way to clear it up, we have to try our best to get rid of it." He was taken to the hospital."

Originally, she was already sweating when she took the anti-fever medicine for the first time, and Sheng Xia breathed a sigh of relief, but now she was burning hot after touching him, and now she felt that taking the medicine alone was useless.

After hearing this, Assistant Zhu didn't dare to delay, and immediately went to arrange it.

After Sheng Xia hung up the phone, he didn't even dare to wipe off his sweat, fearing that the temperature in the room would be too cold to invade his pores and aggravate his condition.After watching for a while, seeing that his lips were so dry, he strenuously propped up his upper body and gave him two sips of water.

The warm water slowly flowed through the esophagus, Yan Jue probably felt a little better, and opened his eyes slightly.

"Yan Jue, are you awake?" Sheng Xia asked.

Yan Jue didn't know if he heard Sheng Xia's voice, but he didn't answer.Maybe the consciousness is still fuzzy, it just seems to see Sheng Xia's face, and it's hard to tell whether it's a dream or reality.

"How do you feel? Is there any other discomfort?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Sheng Xia waved his hands in front of him.

Yan Jue, who didn't respond at first, suddenly reached out and hugged her into his arms.The strength on that arm was very tight, Sheng Xia was stunned for a moment, and the water glass in his hand almost dropped and fell on the bed.

"Yan Jue?" Sheng Xia tried him.

He still didn't answer, just hugged him.

Sheng Xia carefully put the water glass aside, looked sideways and saw that his eyes were closed again.It seemed that he was very tired, or it was just because of the torment of illness, so he had to carefully move him back under the quilt, but he refused to let go no matter what.

(End of this chapter)