Her eyes were closed, her heart was horizontal, and her mouth murmured: "Huo Mohen is his husband, what are you afraid of!

Haven't you seen it before and sleep, she has been sleeping, she is not afraid of anything! "

In the atmosphere, Song Ci helped Huo Mu rubbing all over his body before he took a breath.

Ten minutes later, Song Ci wiped again ...

After the cycle of ten times, at more than five in the morning, when Song Ci measured Huo Mushen's temperature again, he saw the temperature in the temperature and laughed.

The corner of her eyes overflowed with tears, and asked Buyan to check for Huo Mu again.

Way Yan: "Three brothers are normal, and the temperature has dropped. When the third brother wakes up to feed a little hot water, he eats a little light, and there is no problem for a few days of rest.

The third brother has recently worked for the Huo family and ran for M & R. It is inevitable that the body will be exhausted.

After getting sick, it is best to let the third brother rest for a week. "

Song Ci nodded.

She turned back and wiped the handsome face for Huo Mohen with a towel dipped in hot water. She murmured: "Huo Mohen, you don't allow something to happen. There is a world in the world. No one really hurts me!

I can't live alone. "

Song Ci's beautiful face was pale, her eyebrows were exhausted, and the green silk was scattered behind her head, and she was barefoot, half -lying on the bed, rubbing her face for Huo Mu.

It seemed that no one heard it, Song Ci Rouwan's voice fluttered in the room.

"I finally understand why, after my death, why did you die with me. I didn't understand it, but after you fell down last night, I understood that I really couldn't live.

But I told myself, I can't fall, I hate, I really hate those who have hurt you, I can't wait to kill them immediately, and then leave with you.

The people who leave will never know how painful the people who survive! "

Song Ci murmured to talk to himself, but did not notice that Huo Mohen's black eyelashes gently shake twice.

As soon as she was about to get up, her wrist was fastened fiercely. People were pressed on the bed in the heavenly rotary turns.

"You wake up!"

Song Ci's throat, the eyebrows of his eyes were happy, and looked at Huo Mohen's eyes, and the tenderness dripped out of the water.

Huo Mushen was slightly hoarse, cleared his throat, and said: "Wake up."

"Huo Mohen ~"

After finishing her eyebrows, she felt that his arm almost cut her waist. Her soft expression was like a water again, with thorough eyes and moist, and looked up at Huo Mohen.

Huo Mu Shen slowly opened his eyes, and the black eyes were black that Song Ci could not understand. His voice was burned dumb, and he became more and more magnetic: "Small resignation, let you worry."

"No, I'll call Bu Yan."

Song Ci said that he was about to climb from his chest, but was hugged by the man again.

Her face was posted on Huo Mohen's chest, her long eyelashes were hidden, and she looked down from Huo Mohen's perspective. She couldn't judge whether her eyes were closed or opened.

Huo Mo Shen stunned on his head, a long arm tightened Song's back, and the fingertips of the other hand gently stroked his pale cheeks, and said with a low voice: "Go for a while, accompany me again

Sleeping. "

Song Ci Vision stuck the long finger that he stuck to her cheeks, and said gently: "You ... you burned and retreated, I'll find you to see you again, otherwise you ..."

"Do you still say?"

Huo Mohen's fingers against Song's Kajimad's lips, slowly sticking to her hair behind her ears, her eyes turned into the wound that was broken, and her frowns were twisted into the word "Sichuan": "Who can make

of?"

Song Ci felt his eyes and raised his face: "Mrs. Yan, but the pace has been dealt with, don't you go, okay?"

Mrs. Yan will inevitably murder the reputation!

Huo Mu Shen slightly pressed the eyebrow peak, the cold facial features covered a layer of frost, and the eyes were deeply burning Song Ci: "He is not cruel enough."

Song Ci hugged him tightly, his face stabbed on his chest, his tone was soft and innocent: "Huo Mohen, you can go well before you raise your body."

"Small resignation, you can't stop me." As soon as he turned his body, he resigned from the side of the Song Dynasty: "But not in a hurry, wait for us to rest before going."

"kindness."

Song Ci was held on his cheeks, and then he heard a slightly raised tone, showing the danger: "Do you have never slept last night?"

He moved his legs, and found it under the clothes, and touched the cold back, and the black eyes narrowed out of the dangerous arc: "What did you do yesterday!"

Song Ci shook his head: "I didn't do anything yesterday, and I have been wiped your body to cool down."

"kindness?"

"real."

Song Ci guarantees.

Huo Mushen got up suspiciously, lifted the quilt, and scared Song to roll off the bed.

He swept over his cold eyes, and swept Song Ci all over like death.

"After I fainted yesterday, are you ..."

"No, I just didn't sleep overnight, I'm tired." Song Ci didn't want to think of last night, I felt that every minute was torment: "Huo Mushen, I want to sleep, you sleep with me!"

Her small hand pulled Huo Mu Shenyi, pulled the person to the bed hard, and buried the bleak face in the pillow.

Huo Mushen was dragged down, his arms naturally put on Song Ci shoulder, and patted it gently: "Sleep, I don’t quarrel with you."

"kindness."

When Song Ci saw Huo Mu's sinking, the tight nerves gradually relaxed, grunted twice, and fell asleep.

Huo Mu's eyes were heavy, and she moved her neck slightly, raised her hand, described her face shape with her fingers, and squeezed softly.

"I won't leave you, I won't have something about the previous life."

Huo Mohen's ability to accept is so powerful.

Regardless of whether Song Ci really lived for two lives, he knew that no matter how many life he lived, he only loved Song Ci alone!

When he saw Song Ci was familiar with sleeping, he slowly lifted the quilt. The long legs had a bit of stiffness, but he was not a shirt and trousers, but the hospital's sick clothes. His clothes were neatly stacked neatly.

Put on the table and chair.

Huo Mu's face was solemn, and he walked to the cabinet with his long legs, and the black eyes glanced at Song Ci recorded.

"0:25, temperature 39 degrees 6."

"0.55, the temperature is thirty -nine degrees."

"..."

It wasn't until he woke up before stopping.

Huo Mu Shen narrowed his eyes, the smooth jaw line was tight, and the expression on his face was really bad.

His right hand was habitually put on the wedding ring on his left hand. The cool fingertips crouched the smooth wedding ring surface. The handsome face was a trace of cold, the pupil was covered with cold, and the corners of his lips were hooked.

Turn around and walk towards the door.

"Third brother, are you awake?"

Bu Yan walked on his face, and saw Huo Mohen, who was refreshing, and asked in surprise: "What about the three crickets? She took care of you one night last night.
Chapter completed!