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Chapter 150 He took care of her?

It was time to send her back to the guest room, but when he came to the door, he changed his mind and carried her to his bedroom.

She was in a deep sleep and didn't notice anything.

When her back was pressed against his soft Simmons, she instinctively curled up and nestled deep in the bed, like a kitten.

The corner of Lu Jinhan's mouth curved slightly.

Immediately, he covered her with a quilt.

He turned around and went to the bathroom, took a hot shower, and when he was wiping his hair with a dry towel, he heard a woman moaning vaguely on the bed.

He walked over and saw that the woman on the bed frowned.

Moreover, she didn't know when the quilt was thrown off by her. She tossed and turned on the bed, frowning, as if she was uncomfortable.

"What is this woman doing?"

Lu Jinhan muttered, walked over to poke her head.

When I touched it, I found that she had a low-grade fever.

damn it!Why did you have a fever at this time?

He cursed in a low voice, but couldn't let it go.

He hurried downstairs to the kitchen, took out a bottle of Moutai, unscrewed the cap, supported her frail and boneless body, and aimed the bottle at her small mouth.

Wine can keep warm, also has the effect of sterilization.

He feared that her wounds were inflamed and causing the fever.

"Drink it quickly." He frowned and ordered heavily.

However, her consciousness was fluttering, and she subconsciously rejected everything that approached her. As soon as the cold wine touched her mouth, it flowed down the corners of her lips.

She refused to drink, so he had to feed her.

Lu Jinhan picked up the wine bottle, took a sip, then raised her chin, lowered his head, and fed all the wine into her mouth...

But she still resisted, and as a result, her throat was choked, and Song Yinyin began to cough violently.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

She frowned, trying to spit out what was in her mouth.

Lu Jinhan didn't allow her to spit out the drink, and forced her to drink it down. Whenever she opened her mouth, Lu Jinhan covered her mouth with her hand.

"Ahem——" She accidentally choked and coughed again and again, her face flushed even more abnormally.

And her body couldn't stop shaking.

She subconsciously hugged her body with both hands, and muttered unconsciously.

Lu Jinhan lowered his head, leaned close to her lips, and vaguely heard her say: "Mom...Mom...I'm cold..."

It seemed that she was dreaming, probably of her mother.

Lu Jinhan's heart softened, and he subconsciously hugged her, hugged her even tighter into his arms, and used his own body temperature to warm her body.

Sometimes, he stroked her back with his big palm, and sometimes coaxed and said: "It's okay, I'm here, it's okay..."

He just kept coaxing her like this, and slowly, she calmed down and fell into a deep sleep.

………………

The sequelae of a low-grade fever are that when I wake up the next morning, my head is still uncomfortable for a while.

Song Yinyin struggled to open her misty eyes, and suddenly a man's handsome face came into view.

In an instant, she was fully awake.

How is this going?

He closed his eyes, waited for two seconds, and opened them again, realizing that this was not a dream, because his face was still clear.

I was stunned for a while.

At the same time, I felt mixed feelings in my heart.

Although the memory of last night is vague, she still remembers that she and Song Anqi had torn faces at Mr. Ji's birthday banquet.

Song Anqi set a trap and almost turned her into a thief. Fortunately, she exposed her, but her hand was injured.

Later, I met my father, Song Huaizhong, and asked him to get back my grandfather's inheritance.

after that……

She hugged Lu Jinhan and cried a lot? !

That's right, it was him, and he laughed at her for crying ugly.

Later, she seemed to fall asleep and had a fever, making her very uncomfortable.

But there was a warm embrace wrapping her, and a low and soft voice lingered in her ears...

She looked down at her hand, and it seemed that it didn't hurt as much as last night. Dr. Ji's medical skills were really good.

She breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head slowly.

What catches the eye is still his sharp-edged face, long and thick eyelashes, straight nose bridge, full lips, and a perfect outline like a godsend.

If you take a closer look, you will find that this handsome face reveals a slight tiredness.

The slightly messy bangs, the faint black shadows under the eyes, and the blue stubble protruding slightly from the chin.

This man has always taken care of himself very well. He is always handsome, unrestrained and luxurious in front of others. How can he be so tired and sloppy like this moment?
Was it Lu Jinhan who took care of her all night?
It should be.

She couldn't help but pause for a few more seconds, her eyes fixed on his face.

At this time, he was in a deep sleep.

Between exhalation and inhalation, let her breath involuntarily follow him, and the breath of each other slowly merged into one.

In the room where this little bit of golden sun was pouring into, her heart also warmed up, a kind of sweetness that she had never felt before, passing through her heart, made her reluctant to disturb him to rest.

She blinked lightly, looked up at the room again, and found that this was his room, wondering if her son woke up at this time?
If Dabai wakes up, he will definitely look for her again.

Thinking of this, Song Yinyin didn't dare to delay, and wanted to hurry back to the guest room before Dabai woke up.

She quietly lifted the quilt, looked down, and found that there were not many clothes missing on her body. It seemed that he didn't take advantage of her danger to do anything to her last night.

She couldn't help but look back at him one more time.

Suddenly, it seemed that he was not so annoying anymore.

With the corner of her mouth slightly curved, Song Yinyin put on her slippers and quietly got out of bed.

Seeing a post-it note and a pen on the bedside table, Song Yinyin suddenly became interested, so she picked up the pen and wrote a line on the paper.

"Last night, thank you."

A few simple words are enough to express her gratitude.

Satisfied with putting down the paper and pen, she tiptoed out of the master bedroom.

………………

the other side of the city.

As soon as Song Huaizhong came home, he saw the housekeeper rushing out to greet him, he frowned and asked, "Where are the madam and miss?"

(End of this chapter)