After wearing books, I married a sick villain

Chapter 81 Ruan Jiaojiao Fever

In an instant, the world seemed to be darkened because of these two words.

The room was completely dark, not even a little moonlight dared to pour in.

Fu Qiran's eyes were deep, and his big hand was gently rubbing Ruan Jiaojiao's back.

A few seconds later, Fu Qiran hooked his lips.

"divorce?"

A strange joy stained his brows, making him look even more sinister.

The shadow of the villain was more intense on Fu Qiran.

"Jiaojiao is really not good." He lowered his voice and said.

The low murmur from deep in the throat was more like a roar.

Ruan Jiaojiao in her sleep seemed to feel something, her body flinched, her hands were crossed in front of her chest, her legs curled up against her stomach.

This is a defensive position and a very insecure sleeping position.

This was the first time that Ruan Jiaojiao showed such a defensive posture in front of Fu Qiran, as if it was the first time for a fragile little rabbit to face danger, fragile yet strong, making people want to occupy and destroy.

Fu Qiran firmly grabbed Ruan Jiaojiao's hands and placed them on her chest, and her calf also firmly pressed against Ruan Jiaojiao's knees, so that she could only straighten her legs.

He wrapped Ruan Jiaojiao in his arms, and let out a low laugh from his chest.

The laughter was pleasant and weird, rippling in the quiet room little by little, and finally disappeared.

night, deeper.

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Ruan Jiaojiao had a fever again.

Fever for no reason.

And this time the fever was even worse. The high fever approaching 39 degrees made Ruan Jiaojiao unable to raise her strength.

Her head was dizzy, and she had no ability to think at all.

With her eyes closed, she felt that someone was wearing a needle on the back of her hand, and the cold liquid entered her body through the thin needle hole, healing her body little by little.

Ruan Jiaojiao barely opened her eyes, only to see a familiar figure.

"Doctor Xia?" Ruan Jiaojiao's voice was hoarse.

When Xia Youzhi heard Ruan Jiaojiao calling him, he quickly answered.

"Ma'am, what else is wrong with you?"

Ruan Jiaojiao looked at Xia Youzhi blankly, as if she couldn't react to what he said.

After several seconds, Ruan Jiaojiao asked, "Where's Mr. Fu?"

"Fu Shao is going to make porridge for you." Xia Youzhi said quickly, "You wait, I'll call Fu Shao."

Ruan Jiaojiao opened her mouth, wanting to call Xia Youzhi to stop.

But Xia Youzhi's speed was too fast, and by the time she realized it, he had already left.

A few minutes later, Fu Qiran came in with a bowl of porridge.

He was wearing a cold black suit, and he seemed a little impersonal.

But the moment he saw Ruan Jiaojiao, a gentle smile appeared on his face.

"The housekeeper saw that you didn't get up today, so he came in and found out that you had a fever."

"After I received the news, I canceled the meeting and rushed back. I haven't had time to change my clothes. It won't make Jiaojiao feel too serious, right?"

Jiaojiao, look, I even turned down the meeting because of you, why are you willing to divorce me?
Fu Qiran walked to Ruan Jiaojiao's bedside, put the porridge bowl on the bedside table, and let it cool for a while.

He probed Ruan Jiaojiao's forehead, and after making sure it wasn't so burned, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"How does Jiaojiao feel now?"

Ruan Jiaojiao stared blankly at Fu Qiran, her brain was still digesting the two words Fu Qiran said just now.

(End of this chapter)