President Can Huan: Wife, you are delicious

The hand that was lightly placed on Nangong Lin's shoulder was suddenly grabbed by him, and this man was like a sleeping cat.

His whole face was buried in her palm, such a small ambiguous movement really scared Leng Hewu.

"...Sir! Let go!"

Quickly withdrew her hand, but inadvertently, when her fingers brushed his forehead lightly, she realized that Nangong Lin's forehead was shockingly hot, and she realized that this man might have a fever.

"Sir? Sir? God...your head is so hot? How could this be? You have a cold?" [

When the little hand climbed onto his forehead unwillingly, it confirmed that he had a cold. Leng Hewu's brows couldn't help but frown slightly. He had a cold. Damn it, it's only him and her here. not take care of?

After thinking for a while, she resigned herself to her fate and gently pulled him up from the table in the living room. Although she was a trained person, it was still a bit difficult for her to lift this 180-meter-tall man.

"Xiaodie...Xiaodie, I miss you so much...Xiaodie..."

When Leng Hewu kicked open the door of Nangonglin's room, Nangonglin had poured all his strength into her body, and in his mouth, he seemed to be calling someone 'Xiaodie' all the time.

Frowning again, Leng Hewu knew that this woman named Xiaodie should be the woman Nan Gonglin loved very much, right?

Otherwise, how could he call this woman's name at this time?

But where is she?Why has she been here for a few days and hasn't seen any woman appearing here?

Just as he fell on the big bed, Leng Hewu quickly ran to a storage room, because Nan Gonglin had told her before that there was a medicine box there, and now she had to find alcohol to cool him down.

When he found the alcohol and ran to his room again, the man dishonestly kicked away the cup she covered him just now, and hugged a pillow in some pain!

"Sir? Do you now... think you are sober?"

"... um... so uncomfortable!"

"Sir, let me rub some alcohol on you first, don't move, and cooperate, okay?"

Nangong Lin always felt that someone was talking to him, so he finally opened his eyes. When he looked at the person in front of him, his bloodshot eyes kept opening wide, as if he couldn't believe it at all.

"Xiaodie...Xiaodie, why are you here?"

"gentlemen?"

Fluttershy?It seems that he is really confused, she is not Xiaodie, but he should see her as Xiaodie.

"...No...you're not Xiaodie, you can't come to see me."

As if thinking of something, the man on the bed closed his bloodshot eyes in pain, but the way he closed his eyes actually filled Leng Hewu with a feeling of despair. That's right, in this man's In her body, she actually saw despair!

This kind of despair is not even unfamiliar, it made her extremely scared, because... this strangeness, it seems... as if Hei Yanying once gave her the feeling! [

The hand that was wiping alcohol for Nangong Lin stopped suddenly, she began to miss him again, and he began to miss this man again, alas...

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