Deep love, the president's strength favors his wife

Chapter 124 He Likes To Call Her Mrs. Chu
That night, Lu Qingying fell ill, developed a high fever, and babbled in her dreams from time to time, as if she had fallen into a terrible hell, which made her unable to escape.

This was a pain for Chu Mohan. He went to see a doctor in the middle of the night, and took good care of her all night, feeding her medicine, cooling her down physically, and helping her change her sweaty clothes.

After tossing back and forth like this until dawn, Lu Qingying's fever finally came down, and he dared to sleep with his eyes closed.

When Lu Qingying woke up, she felt exhausted and dizzy. After she regained her composure, she slowly turned her head to look at Chu Mohan, and her clear eyes flashed with emotion.

Although she was in a daze with a fever last night, she could see Chu Mohan's care for her.

Thanks for your hard work.

She secretly said something in her heart, her gentle eyes depicted the man's handsome and resolute facial lines.

Although he was a little haggard, with green stubble on his chin and cheeks, it didn't affect his handsomeness at all, but added a bit of masculinity to him.

Having met him, she didn't know whether to be lucky or unlucky?

Fortunately, when she fell into the abyss of poverty, he gave her a timely hand, cared for her when she was sad and helpless, and took good care of her when she was sick. She had nothing to repay, vulgar In a word, it can only be promised by body.

Unfortunately, because of him, there were people around her that she never wanted to see, first Song Hanyu, then Lu Nanqing, and last night Lu Haichuan.

Thinking of Lu Haichuan, Lu Qingying felt a tingling pain in her heart, and hatred filled her clear eyes.

No matter what, she will never forgive him!
After lying on the bed for a while, she felt that her head was not so dizzy, so she got up gently, but it still disturbed Chu Mohan who was in a light sleep.

"Where are you going?" Chu Mohan sat up nervously.

"I'm coughing. Going to the bathroom." Lu Qingying realized her voice was hoarse when she opened her mouth. She probably hurt her throat from shouting and crying last night.

"Don't move, I'll carry you." Chu Mohan rolled off the bed, and naturally reached out to hug her, but Lu Qingying pushed his hand away with a blushing face.

"No, I can do it myself."

Chu Mohan frowned, stared at her blushing little face, reached out and touched her forehead, he didn't have a fever, he was secretly relieved, then curled his lips jokingly, and said, "Mrs. Chu, I'm shy." ?Ok?"

In private, he likes to call her Mrs. Chu, and seems to want to subtly let her recognize him as her husband.

"I'm not shy, I'm fine, you can sleep a little longer." Lu Qingying's clear eyes flashed a rare tenderness, and she stared at the tall man in front of her with her small face up.

"You sleep with me, and I'll sleep!" Chu Mohan hooked his lips wickedly, and couldn't help reaching out to caress her little face. In fact, this sentence was purely a joke, and he didn't really want to play hooligans. Just trying to lighten the mood and make her happy.

Lu Qingying seemed to understand his intentions, she got up suddenly, and threw herself into his arms, wrapping her hands tightly around his waist without a trace of fat.

She rubbed her little face against his chest, found a comfortable position to lean against, and then said sullenly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Hearing this, Chu Mohan's expression froze for a moment, he lowered his head, met her clear and strong eyes, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

Bowing his head slightly, he pressed a distressed and pity kiss on her forehead, and wrapped his hands tightly around her delicate body, leaning close to her ear, whispering: "This is my Mrs. Chu."

(End of this chapter)