Chapter 29

When he came back, he didn't see his little wife in the room. Instead, a bed was spread with colorful clothes. He threw the red coat on the chair onto the bed.

Red is beautiful and suitable for her. It's bright and sunny.

As soon as the bathroom door opened, the skirt spun. The little wife hummed and didn't look at anyone in the room, so she went directly to the dressing mirror, looked left, right, and then looked back.

Freeze, ow, I don't know when the old man came back.

Gu huaimo was not strict, but said, "it's very nice."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Gu."

"Which one will be confiscated in a minute, I'll throw it out directly." he still had a faint voice.

Wei Zi reacted quickly and began to clean up immediately.

He leisurely watched her run left and right, and put away all her messy clothes in a minute.

"Go back tomorrow!"

"Ah?"

"Ah, what, go back to city B for the new year." maybe they are all right. After such a long time, they have begun to move towards a new life, and many things will change.

Like zi'er, it's past.

I can't complain. Maybe this is life.

Wei Zi was a little resentful. She felt that she was really an object. They said that if she was asked to go east, she had to go east and West. She only came back the next day.

Life without independence is like this. She vowed that she would learn to be independent and be the master of her own life in the future.

The plane was very late. It was not long before she began to doze off. Her small face leaned against his hand, and her thin, soft skin was under his eyes.

Gu huaimo sighed and pulled up the blanket to cover his little wife.

She was afraid of the cold. If she got cold, if she caught a cold, he would have more trouble.

She was a little confused along the way. What he worried about happened. When she went back by car, she leaned softly on his shoulder, leaned down from time to time, and then sat straight.

He simply hugged her gently and let her lie on his knee. Her small face snuggled into his hand. The skin under his fingertips was so greasy and hot.

He simply asked the driver to drive to the hospital, the hospital he hated most, but when he got to the door, he didn't hesitate to take her in one step.

"Doctor, my wife has a fever."

The doctor in the emergency room found out the thermometer and gave it to him: "take it for her first."

Take it out after a few minutes: "it's probably cold. It doesn't matter. It's only 38 degrees. Just prescribe some antipyretic medicine."

He was a little funny. It rained a little on his way back. He kept looking out of the window.

It turned out that it was just a little fever. It turned out that it was not as difficult to go to the hospital as expected.

Purple, he'll really come out.

"Drink water, drink water." the little wife shouted.

He gently stroked her little face with his fingers: "almost home."

She was quiet. Her muddy brain was close to his hand. The warmth made her warm.

When he got home, he twisted a towel to wipe her face, gave her medicine and fed her some water, but she got up immediately and threw up.

He gave another antipyretic and ordered, "take it."

Her mouth was flat, her eyes looked at him vaguely with grievances, her throat moved and took the medicine.

He was tired of sleeping all night and cried uneasily, "Mom, mom."

Gu huaimo turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her. His head and face were sweating, but his voice was so weak.

He sighed and gently wiped it off.

She took his hand and rubbed her little face up, as if relieved. He looked very dependent. He was a little fascinated. It was really beautiful. My little wife was like a little cat and wanted to be protected.