Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Wilson squatted down: "Miss Jing, he passed out."

"This useless idiot..." Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth, hating iron for being weak, "Pick him up and send him to the bed to lie down."

Ximen Longting frowned: "Sofa."

The bed was where they slept, how could there be another man besides him.

Jing Jiaren nodded: "Then put it on the sofa for now..."

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Gong Zihua was ill, and the doctor said he was overworked.Jing Jiaren didn't understand. He obviously didn't do anything, so how could he be overworked and fell ill?

Thinking of him being kept in captivity by Dong Gongzi... Could it be?

Jing Jiaren was vicious, and met Ximen Longting's cold gaze.

His red pupils seemed to be questioning her: What unclean things are you thinking about?Get me out of my mind!

Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I'm not thinking about anything."

Ximen Longting turned his face away and continued to be arrogant.

"But it's really too much for Donggong Ziche to enslave him like this?"

Gong Zihua lay heavily on the bed, only he knew that he was overworked because of the recent heavy exercise.In order to make Dong Gongzi look up to him, he ran desperately, exercised, smashed sandbags, and practiced arm strength.

After all, I have been lazy for many years, and suddenly the amount of exercise increases, and the body will naturally be overwhelmed.

Gong Zihua had a little fever, and he was in a daze, as if dreaming that when he was a child, he was also sick, lying curled up in a hay hole.

In the mist, a pair of hands desperately shook his shoulders, calling him to wake up...

Gong Zihua opened his eyes tiredly, and knocked the young Hughes on his lips with the medicinal soup.

The medicine was very strong and bitter, and he spit it out after a few sips.

In that difficult condition, there was no medicine to take at all. These medicinal soups were picked for him by Hughes running all over the forest and in danger.He boiled the medicinal soup himself, blew it cold and fed it to him.

【Ah Che, drink the medicine. 】

[Gu...] Gong Zihua covered her mouth and shook her head desperately, wanting to vomit, her little face was hot.

【Ache, drink the medicine! 】Hughes was covered in sweat, his hair was tangled like weeds, his whole body was dirty, his hands were covered with scars cut by thorns, and even his left foot was bitten by wild animals.

How could Gong Zihua vomit the herbs he had obtained so hard.

【Only by drinking medicine will your illness be cured...】

【so bitter. 】 Gong Zihua plunged into his arms, breathing with difficulty, 【Don't drink, I feel so uncomfortable...it hurts. 】

Hughes, I'm in so much pain...

Gong Zihua had huge pains all over his body, as if he had been split by an axe, he woke up suddenly from that dream, and sat up with a bounce.

Jing Jiaren sat aside and flipped through the book, and was quite surprised to see him wake up: "You finally woke up? How do you feel?"

Gong Zihua sat upright on the sofa, her whole body was drenched with sweat, her pupils were projected, and she still did not come back from that dream.

Jing Jiaren patted his face: "Gong Zihua, Gong Zihua, wake up? Are you having a nightmare?"

After a few minutes, Gong Zihua straightened back on the sofa again, stared blankly at the ceiling, and slightly rolled his eyes: "Get lost."

"You have a little fever. I found some fever medicine. Take it when you wake up."

"Get out --!!!!" Gong Zihua roared aggressively.

He thought that those memories were all forgotten, and he forgot that person, Hughes had already died in his heart.Why does my heart still hurt? !