Chapter 16

Ji zhanrui was shocked by Wu Yicai's words. He went upstairs to have a rest without even eating. He never got up the courage to take a look at Fang Mengru.

"Wu Ma, what's wrong with Xiaoru's face?" Leng MOJIN, who is also busy with his work, can't help calling after working overtime. His voice is soft.

"It's still swollen. It's been burning all day. It's just getting better." Wu Yicai thought and thought, and finally said it.

"Fever? Doesn't it matter? Has Wang Han been there? You wait for me. I'll go and have a look. " Cold ink brocade Heart a tight, in the mind automatically emerge Fang Mengru a burning red face, heartache unceasingly.

"Master MOJIN, if you really want to be nice to Xiaoru, you'd better not come here today." Wu Yicai can't help beating Leng MOJIN's mood. She really doesn't want to see Fang Mengru suffer from Ji zhanrui's embarrassment.

"What does Ji zhanrui mean?" Holding a suit coat in hand, Lengmo brocade slows down, and the tone is gradually cool. In the dark corridor, it is more and more boundless.

"Master MOJIN, I believe you can see that he is special to Xiaoru, so..." Wu Yicai tries not to be so straightforward. After all, no one has broken the relationship between the three people. If she can, she would like to see Leng MOJIN and Fang Mengru together. At least Leng MOJIN is gentle.

"What did he do to Xiaoru last night? She has a fever today, doesn't she?" Leng MOJIN hears the embarrassment in Wu Yicai's words and slowly eases his mood and asks.

"Master MOJIN..." Wu Yicai doesn't know how to comfort the cold ink brocade whose tone has changed at that end of the phone.

"I just want to take a look at her and make sure she's OK, OK?" Leng MOJIN's voice sounded extremely dull.

"This..." Although Wu Yicai hesitated repeatedly, she finally agreed to Leng MOJIN's request.

Fang Mengru, who has been in a coma for a long time, only feels soreness all over her body. When she is half awake, someone is pulling her clothes. After a while, a warm towel is applied on her body, which makes her feel more comfortable. Until someone feeds her a few mouthfuls, she falls asleep. Her fatigue drowns her, and her intuition is lost.

In the afternoon, after the fever subsided, she felt some spirit, but she felt that someone was carrying her body. Although she was covered with a thick quilt, she still felt a little cold.

Now, she felt that her hot face was itchy, like tens of millions of small insects crawling on one side of her face, which made her upset. A small hand was waving wildly and scratched to the side of her face, and the wrist was blue and blue, which was shocking.

"Don't scratch. It's time to leave a scar." Leng Mo Jin smiles tenderly, looking at Fang Mengru's sleeping appearance. He can't help rubbing her wound painfully, but he doesn't expect to make her scratch. The state is very lovely.

The sight glides down her sweet little face. The bruise on her wrist makes Leng MOJIN take a breath. He can't imagine what Ji zhanrui did to her last night, for fear that he can't control the pessimism in his mind and make things worse.

"Oh, itch..." Fang Mengru talks nonsense. She puts her hand on Leng MOJIN's leg and leans on him. She rubs in his arms until she finds a comfortable position.

"She's awake?" Wu Yicai brings in a bowl of hot water. Hearing Fang Mengru murmur in a low voice, he quickly leans over to have a look.

"No Cold ink brocade dark calm voice, in the heart is not give up.

"Master MOJIN, you go quickly. I'll tell you later..." Wu Yicai follows Leng MOJIN's line of sight and realizes that the change of his mood is probably due to the injury on Fang Mengru's hand.

"Wu Ma, I'll stay a little longer..." At the thought of leaving Fang Mengru, Leng MOJIN can't help but lower her voice and plead with Wu Yicai. Her eyes are full of each other's reluctance.

"Ah Wu Yicai sighed and shook his head helplessly. He found the cotton swab and ointment from the medicine box.

"I'll do it." Leng MOJIN reaches for the ointment. Wu Yicai hesitates but doesn't stop him. She stands in front of the table and grinds the antipyretic.

Cold ink brocade 1.85 meters tall, curled body sitting on the bedside, Fang Mengru uneasy cerebellar bag pressure on his leg. He specially rubbed his hands hot, and then gently moved her face, ten fingers slender, gentle and light action, for fear of hurting her sleeping.

As time goes by, Ji zhanrui looks up at the ceiling, but his thoughts are chaotic. He simply puts on his nightgown and goes to the guest room.

After all, I still miss Fang Mengru's face.

The door of the guest room was not closed tightly, and the voices of Wu Yicai and Leng MOJIN came from inside.

"Wu Ma, Xiao Ru, how can she burn more severely?" After taking the medicine, Leng MOJIN only feels that the temperature on Fang Mengru's face is gradually increasing. When Wu Yicai takes out the temperature under her armpit, he frowns.

"Well, can it be better? I can't feed anything. The anti fever medicine and anti-inflammatory medicine are all ground into powder and mixed with water. But if I take three mouthfuls and spit two, I'm afraid of choking her Well, what should we do? " Wu Yicai is also anxious to get a doctor back, but Ji zhanrui doesn't say a word. She

As soon as the voice in the room falls, Ji zhanrui's body is stiff against the wall. The scene that he pushed her last night appears in his mind. How can he have a high fever? Could he have rubbed her wound too hard last night? Thinking that his mind is filtering the pictures over and over again, Ji zhanrui's sense of self blame is getting heavier and heavier.The impact of the picture behind the door is so strong that Ji zhanrui looks at Leng MOJIN and Fang Mengru on the bed.

Leng MOJIN holds a glass in her left hand and holds Fang Mengru's shoulder in her right hand. He holds her in his arms. She closes her eyes, her pale face, her eyelashes tremble, and his lips are printed on her bloodless mouth. Everything is so quiet that he can't give up.

In a coma, Fang Mengru only feels that her body is suddenly hot and cold. Just when she is in the sea of fire and is about to be burned out, a cool stream flows into her body along her esophagus. It is warm and cool, but it relieves the dryness and heat in her body.

Just when Leng MOJIN was glad that Fang Mengru still had swallowing reaction, his eyes turned to a shadow. He was surprised. Ji zhanrui? When did he stand at the door?! Subconsciously, he held her tighter in his arms.

Ji zhanrui's heart was shocked. A certain position on his chest collapsed in an instant. A touch of pain spread, and all his senses disappeared. In his dark eyes, only Leng MOJIN and her kisses were left, and the inexplicable pain in his heart was gradually and constantly expanding

"Young master..." Obviously, Wu Yicai also found Ji zhanrui. She called in a low voice. She felt guilty, especially when she saw Ji zhanrui's pale face.

Why? Why just breathe like this, you will feel pain?

Fang Mengru, what are you doing? Why lie in the arms of other men with a safe face? Why don't you push him away and fight against him?

Fang Mengru, what about your stubbornness? What about your temper?

Or, that's your purpose, your means of temptation, to tease me, to tease Leng MOJIN, to hook up with Lu Yuntao, are you such a woman?

Fang Mengru, you traitor!

Ji zhanrui coldly pushes Wu Yicai away. When he turns around and leaves, his eyes fall on Fang Mengru's face, deep and gloomy, with deep hatred.

If there is no previous warmth, how can there be today's pain?

Wu Yicai leans on the door and looks at Ji zhanrui's back as he stumbles out of the house. He tears bitterly for a moment.