Mr. Ji's little luck

Chapter 135 Gu Yimi Has a Fever! 2
　Shit!

　Ji Zefeng tried his best to hold back his burning desire, but let the woman in his arms hug him.

On the man's stern face, there was an inexplicable and foolish smile
　Ji Zefeng gently removed his little hands on his waist, and the woman's brows were tightly wrinkled again.

The man got out of bed lightly and put on his nightgown.

Looking at the woman who was dissatisfied because she left his embrace, the man lightly placed a deep kiss on that seductive red lips.

Said in a very intimate tone:

　"Hey, I'll be right back."

　In the words, it seems to be so affectionate and gentle to the woman he loves.

　After finishing speaking, Ji Zefeng quickly turned around and went out, taking out his mobile phone to call that boy Xiao Zihan.

However, before dialing out, Ji Zefeng hung up the phone, and Ji Zefeng strode downstairs.

Facing Wang Ma who was preparing meals in the kitchen, she seemed to lower her voice deliberately and said urgently:
　"Wang Ma, Yimi has a fever now, what should I do?"

　Wang Ma didn't expect the young master to come up to her and say these things, and the movements of her hands stopped.

Seeing the nervous expression on the young master's face that had never been seen before, Wang Ma was slightly taken aback.

But, back to business right away.

　"Why does Xiaomi have a fever?" Wang Ma was just talking to herself.

When Xiaomi came back last night, his expression was a little strange.
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　Ji Zefeng thought Wang Ma was asking himself, but he didn't know what to say.

For the first time, he was speechless in front of his servants.

Are you going to say that that stupid woman got a cold from the rain? !

　"Master, I'll go and have a look, don't worry."

　While speaking respectfully, Wang Ma took off her apron and hurriedly walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.

　Behind Wang Ma, Ji Zefeng followed closely for the first time.

　
　"39 degrees two?!" Wang Ma looked at the thermometer in her hand and cried out nervously and worriedly.

　But after all, he is an old man, and he has raised children by himself, so he is experienced in such common ailments as fever.

The tense Wang Ma calmed down afterwards.

　Compared to Wang Ma, the man standing next to the bed couldn't calm down.

　"39 degrees two?!"

Ji Zefeng screamed like an old hat,

"How can it be so high?!!!"

　Ji Zefeng's big hand wrapped around Gu Yimi's waist, and was about to pick up the woman, but was stopped by Wang Ma.

　"Master, don't send Xiaomi to the hospital yet, Mama Wang is here to cool down Xiaomi, so don't worry, Master."

　With that said, Wang Ma hurried downstairs, quickly found the medicine box, poured a glass of warm water, and hurried upstairs again.

　Looking at the little face of the woman lying on the bed, Ji Zefeng felt panicked for a while, so he strode to the French window, walked to the balcony and closed the window.

　In the clear sky, the white clouds are like bubbles, connected into one piece.

One after another, stretching gently, each with beautiful and pure petals, bathed in the sun, blooming with laughter.

　However, the man's eyes are deep, and he has no time to appreciate the beauty after the rain. His mood is like the invisible sky behind the white clouds.

Everyone in the room was feeling very uncomfortable, and Ji Zefeng's mood was not much better.

(End of this chapter)