Chapter 245

Huo Jun looked at his wife, who was lying in his arms. He couldn't help laughing.

He bowed his head and gave a kiss to a Zhao's side face. He got up with a gentle force that did not disturb her, but was stunned for a moment.

The soft silk pajamas on his body were definitely not his own.

In fact, Huo Jun does not often wear these pajamas.

As far as "father" is concerned, it's just a term for "father to roll out in the army".

When he's out there, he has to make sure he's ready to get up as quickly as possible.

In this case, where is the time to change your pajamas and put on your shirt again?

And

The impression of yesterday was still looming in front of him. He only remembered that he had fainted.

What about the follow-up?

Who brought himself back?

Who Wash yourself and change your clothes?

It was at this time that a Zhao got up.

She had a shallow sleep and was delayed by Huo Jun's wishful thinking.

"You wake up..." She did not fully awake, toward Huo Jun hand, soft coquettish, "pull me up."

Huo Jun held her hand and gently took the person to his arms.

In the bosom of Zhao ran, there is a warm embrace in her eyes.

Huo Jun shook her: "can't sleep here, I have to get up."

A Zhao yawned and opened his eyes, ready to dress himself.

Huo Jun suddenly asked, "who brought me back last night?"

A Zhao Shunkou replies: "me."

Huo Jun gently coughed: "then, who gave me a bath?"

Ah Zhao stopped for a moment and did not speak. He continued to dress himself, but his ears turned red.

Huo Jun see where there is no understanding?

A Zhao, who had just put on his coat, was caught in a strong embrace and was kissed by the commander-in-chief in a good mood!

If not for her body is not very good, Huo almost ready to go directly to a "Spring Festival night bitter short day high, from then on the marshal did not get up.".

A Zhao buried himself in the quilt. There was a small tooth mark at the root of his ear. It was as red as if he was going to bleed.

Not long ago, Huo Jun held her from behind, bit her ears, and hit her with hot breath:

"madam, do you still feel satisfied with my handsome figure?"

At the same time, a Zhao angrily scolds this guy for being shameless. At the same time, he can't help remembering his appearance without clothes: Honey chest, smooth and full chest muscles, strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, going down

Cough.

No more thinking.

Huo Jun dressed, did not tease her again, let green bamboo come in to serve a Zhao wash well, two people had breakfast together, just go out.

A Zhao went to see the old doctor.

The old doctor is working on a prescription.

"Madame said, marshal? Since I said it can be cured, it must be OK. By the way... " The old doctor found out a prescription for a Zhao.

"This one is for Madame."

A Zhao a Leng: "me?"

The old doctor nodded: "the lady is short of Qi and her feet are flimsy, which is just the disease of body deficiency..."

The old doctor said that he felt strangely: how can such a weak lady, who looks like she has to rest half the way, easily carry a handsome man?

But a Zhao's pulse is a real congenital deficiency, the old doctor thought, can only attribute it to talent.