Chapter 675

Name:My Third Gentleman Author:Jenny Li
I saw the whole body of the small woman submerged in the white bathtub, only exposed a small head, even two arms were extended into the bathtub.

With her hair curled up and her face flushed with warm water, Mu Jinchen didn't want to enjoy such a beautiful beauty. However, he found that the little woman's body was sliding, and the water was going to flood her lips. However, she was still unconscious and fell asleep, which made Mu Jinchen miss a beat in her heart. She quickly took the bath towel on the shelf and saw her hands clearly Get the little woman out quickly.

Matchless did not know whether he was frightened or had a nightmare. His eyes did not open, but "ah", and even struggled to say, "don't Don't... "

Mu Jin Chen hands holding her, had to side face rub her face son, "matchless wake up, it's me."

There was a soothing breath and a familiar and mellow voice. Matchless tried to open his eyes, but he could not open them. He could only murmur vaguely, "Mu Jinchen, I have a headache..."

Mu Jinchen finally found out that something was wrong with her, and the flush on her face seemed to be abnormal. He put the person on the bed, reached for her forehead, and was really hot. He quickly took a towel to dry the water stains on her body.

But when he took the clean pajamas in his hand, he began to fight between heaven and man. He did not have any worries. They usually lived a married life. Matchless was always a little shy. At most, he kept a dim light and hid in the quilt. He never had such a feast for his eyes.

Every little woman's body is a master's work. More is more, less is less. The white porcelain like snow muscle is always so beautiful that any man can be crazy. He quickly helps her to put on her clothes and tidy up without any trace of spring light. Then he pulls the sheet aside to cover her and then runs downstairs.

"Uncle Zhao, you have a fever. Please come up and have a look."

People still in the corridor have begun to call Zhao Zhiliang.

Zhao Zhiliang was just about to finish his cup of tea and went back to his room to have a rest. He heard the hustle and bustle of Mu Jinchen, who had always been calm, and looked back at him.

He had never seen Mu Jinchen in such a mess. There were water stains from head to toe, clothes and trousers were Zou Baba, and his face was also a little unusual, not flustered, and had no image to speak of.

He sighed a little invisibly before he replied, "I'll get the medicine box, and I'll go up."

Mu Jinchen stood at the turning place of the stairs. When Zhao Zhiliang came over, he began to describe the matchless situation. "Before I came down to look for you, it seemed that she was still OK. She fainted in the bathroom just now."

Now he wants to come, and then he starts to be afraid. If he goes for a while at night, the whole person will slide into the bathtub directly, and nobody knows anything about it, isn't it

I couldn't help but change my face. The consequence was really unthinkable.

Zhao Zhiliang here has already seen the basic situation of matchless. Finally, he put a thermometer on Mu Jinchen's hand. "Put this under her armpit to detect the heat. It should not be a big problem. It's just that there is too much sadness and water shortage, and the burning is not very serious. Give her some physiological saline and take some antipyretic medicine. It should be OK soon. Don't worry too much."

Smell speech, Mu Jin Chen just a little at ease.

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