Chapter 774

He Jingyao burned to 39 degrees.

Zhi Xi looked at the number on the thermometer, and looked at the man lying on the bed, five flavors mixed in the heart.

He came to her for the first time, for fear that she would be hurt and wronged.

Zhi Xi feels slightly sour nose. She leaned down, gently dropped a kiss on the man's hot forehead, and then covered his forehead with a towel soaked in cold water.

Xiaobao was lying on the other side of the bed, and her worried face wrinkled: "Mom, will dad die..."

"Of course not." Zhi Xi some funny, pick up the little guy from the bed, "Xiaobao, don't put the words like death on the mouth."

Xiao Bao glared round his eyes and quickly covered his mouth.

"Will you go out and wait? I'll call you when Dad wakes up Zhi Xi touched his head, "mom is here to take care of dad is enough."

Xiaobao nodded obediently.

Zhi Xi goes out and gives Xiao Bao to Li Bo.

"How is the young master?" Li Bo asked anxiously.

"I haven't woken up yet, but the fever should be gone after the drip." Zhi Xi pursed her lips, "Li Bo, prepare to order porridge."

Libo nodded.

Zhi Xi returned to the bedside, looking at the man in a coma, and his heart was sour and soft.

She held the hot palm of he Jingyao's hand and looked at his sick face. Her eyes were slightly red, but a smile appeared on her face.

"It turns out that you will also be sick..." She put he Jingyao's hand on her lips and gently kissed, "I thought you were invincible."

She buried her face in the palm of his hand, and tears suddenly rolled down.

He Jingyao in her memory is always powerful and always strategizing. It seems that nothing can defeat him. She was used to relying on him, but just suddenly found that he was also sick and needed to rely on and take care of.

This cognition does not damage his power in her heart, but makes this man's more real.

But she could give him so little. And always implicating him. It was, and it is now.

If it wasn't for her, he would not have been against Zhuo Yuwei and would have been under such great pressure.

Think of here, Zhi Xi's heart a burst of pain, tears more turbulent.

As if feeling her tears, he Jingyao on the bed moved his eyes and woke up.

The heat flow in his hand made him realize something.

"Zhi Xi?" He spoke in a low voice.

"Are you awake?" Zhi Xi hurriedly wiped away her tears and laughed hoarsely.

She picked up a cup of hot water from the head of the bed, helped him up and handed it to his lips: "drink some water. Have you not eaten yet? I'll bring the porridge

"No need." He Jingyao took the cup and drank the hot water, "that's OK."

His face was still pale, but his eyes were still deep. His illness did not seem to have affected his thinking.

Zhi Xi took over the empty cup and put it on the head of the bed, looking at him anxiously: "how are you now?"

"Why are you crying?" He raised her chin, stroked her cheek, and chuckled, "I just have a fever. I won't let you be a widow."

He didn't say that it was ok, so she couldn't help her tears.

She threw herself into his arms and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Well?" He was a little funny, rubbing her hair, "how can I apologize?"

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