Lu Shao is remarrying again

Chapter 252 Suddenly Feeling, Having a Wife Is Not Bad

Lu Chengchen sucked the tenderness carefully, controlled Song Wei's head with his palm, not allowing her to move, and tried his best to plunder every inch of her, making her all his.

Song Wei was stunned for two seconds before reacting and broke free from his shackles.

Her face was a little red, she rubbed the corners of her lips, and whispered uncomfortably: "There is a thermometer, be honest."

Lu Chengchen looked at her pretending serious appearance, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he obediently leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyelids and rested his mind.

Song Wei found some antipyretics from the medicine cabinet, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Chengchen leaning against the back of the sofa as if he had fallen asleep.

Lu Chengchen's physical fitness has always been very good, Song Wei couldn't help touching Lu Chengchen's forehead again, "Why did I suddenly have a fever..."

Lu Chengchen felt the cool touch on his forehead, and his eyelashes trembled.

No one knows, he spent the whole night in the hospital last night...

Ten minutes later, Song Wei gently took the thermometer out of Lu Chengchen's armpit.

"38 degrees, fortunately not serious."

Song Wei's muttering voice came from next to his ear, Lu Chengchen slowly opened his eyes, and saw Song Wei was staring at the thermometer in his hand, with a serious and focused expression on his small face, and her outline softened a lot under the light.

Song Wei put down the thermometer in his hand, poured two antipyretics, and mixed a glass of warm water.

Turning her head to give Lu Chengchen a drink, she happened to meet Lu Chengchen's deep eyes, she was slightly startled, "What are you looking at me for?"

Lu Chengchen moved, sighed and said, "Suddenly I feel that it's not bad to have a wife."

Song Wei: "..."

Passing water with one hand and medicine with the other, Song Wei didn't bother to talk nonsense to him: "Take the medicine and go up to rest."

Lu Chengchen: "I haven't eaten yet."

Song Wei: "...I'll cook the porridge for you later, okay?"

Lu Chengchen readily took the water glass and pills from Song Wei's hand, raised his head and finished drinking, then suddenly leaned over and kissed Song Wei's face, like a dragonfly touching water, and then went upstairs neatly.

Song Wei froze in place for a while.

Touching the part of her face where she had been kissed, her cheeks felt slightly hot, and she quickly got up to clean up the mess on the coffee table, put the thermometer and medicines into the medicine box, put them back together, and carried the vegetables into the kitchen.

I originally thought about cooking and cooking soup, but judging by Lu Chengchen's current state, he may not eat much after cooking.

After thinking about it, Song Wei only cooked something.

After going upstairs, he found that Lu Chengchen was lying on the bed and fell asleep. The warm yellow light from the bedside lamp shone on his side face. His facial features were much softer than usual, and he was a little more quiet.

Song Wei lightly put the rice on the bedside table, and reached out to touch Lu Chengchen's forehead.

I sweated a little.

She was a bit reluctant to wake him up, maybe if he let him cover his sweat quietly, the fever would subside.

Thinking of another way, Song Wei ran to the bathroom and soaked a towel, folded it and put it on Lu Chengchen's forehead, then got into bed and put down the bedside lamp.

The starry sky in the dark night is darker than ink, and the stars are twinkling in it, like a beautiful drawing board.

The villa is hidden in the quiet night, but there are insects chirping in the garden, and the firefly grass is slightly swaying by the majestic wind, everything looks so peaceful and peaceful.

When Lu Chengchen woke up, it was still dark around him, and he checked his phone, it was only past four o'clock.

He moved his arms slightly, only to feel that there was someone in his arms. Through the bright moonlight shining through the window, Song Wei nestled in his arms, half of his face under his black hair exuded tranquility.

(End of this chapter)