There is a cute wife at home: Mr. President, please hold on

In the end, Zhen Jiabao fell ill after returning to Xishan Villa, with a high fever, lying on the bed in the bedroom, his face was flushed red, and his skin was hot.

Zhen Jiabao's illness came on fiercely, and the antipyretic injection quickly lowered the temperature, but the drug rebounded immediately after the medicine was over, which was completely a temporary solution, not the root cause. He Lianquan knew that Zhen Jiabao's illness was in his heart, so he only asked Aunt Qin to think about it for her Just don't burn her out with the medicine.

Because of Zhen Jiabao's illness, an experienced doctor did not dare to slacken her attention to her body temperature. After two days, the situation still hadn't improved and she couldn't hold on. It's not a good thing. If you use it again and again, what's the point?

"Young Master, Ma'am is in a hurry, and there is no inflammation. If you give her medicine again, it will really break her body." Aunt Qin closed the medicine box and said to He Lianquan: "Just try it when you are standing." Wipe her body with alcohol, let her cool down physically, it is best to talk to her again, and try to wake her up."

He Lianquan has been working in the study of Xishan Villa since Zhen Jiabao fell ill. All the documents were sent by NICK from the company, and he would take them back after he processed them. Aunt Qin saw that Helian Quan could not eat these two days. If he can't sleep well, I can't bear it, so I advise him to take a rest.

"Don't let Madam wake up, you can't hold it anymore."

Aunt Qin said this to He Lianquan when she was leaving with the medicine box, but He Lianquan smiled indifferently.

After sending Aunt Qin away, He Lianquan called the maid and asked her to prepare alcohol to wipe Zhen Jiabao's body, and then took an ice pack to put on her forehead to cool her down. The maid responded and prepared, He Lianquan thought to himself Hearing Aunt Qin's words, she returned to Zhen Jiabao's bedside, leaned over and held her hand.

Zhen Jiabao lay on the bed as if falling asleep, and Helian Quan didn't know if she could hear her, so he asked her tentatively, "Do you want to see what your mother left you?"

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but He Lianquan suddenly felt that Zhen Jiabao's fingers moved slightly. He struck while the iron was hot, leaned close to her hot little face and said, "She left you a safe, and only you can open it. If you If you're still asleep, you won't be able to see it."

Now He Lianquan clearly saw Zhen Jiabao's long and thick eyelashes flicker, as if he was struggling to wake up, but in the end those eyes still did not open.

The maid came up with medical alcohol and medicinal cotton. He Lianquan put down her hand in disappointment, and told the maid to change the ice pack frequently. He took another deep look at Zhen Jiabao, left the bedroom and returned to the study.

After a night of hard physical cooling, two maids replaced Zhen Jiabao with ice packs and wiped his body. They didn't dare to slack off at all. When the sky was just dawn, the results finally came. Zhen Jiabao's body temperature dropped to 37 degrees.

It was almost noon when Zhen Jiabao woke up in a daze, and she opened her eyes wearily, as if a century had passed.

She blinked, slowly focused, and quickly recognized that she was lying in Helian Quan's bedroom, the gauze curtain in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows was slightly shaken by the breeze, casting flickering spots on her eyelids.

"Ma'am, are you awake?" The maid's surprised voice came from behind, and Zhen Jiabao took a moment to see Xiao Xia's excited face. Before she could say hello to Xiao Xia, Xiao Xia ran out of the bedroom, mouth Li also shouted: "Madam wake up!"

Zhen Jiabao sighed helplessly on the bed, wanted to sit up from the bed but found that his whole body was limp and weak, as if all the bones in his body had been pulled away.

He Lianquan, who was called over by the maid, saw her like this as soon as she entered the door, walked to the bed a few steps, put the pillow on the head of the bed, and then helped Zhen Jiabao to sit up.

Zhen Jiabao shook his head and said to He Lianquan, "What's wrong with me..."

Her voice was hoarse and dry, and she couldn't help coughing just after she said these words, Xiao Xia brought her a glass of warm water winkingly, and inserted a straw in fear that Zhen Jiabao would have no strength.

He Lianquan took the water and let Xiao Xia go down, Xiao Xia promised to turn around and leave, and when she went out, she even closed the door behind her.

He Lianquan took the water for Zhen Jiabao to drink, and put his free hand on her forehead. She no longer sweated and had a fever like the previous two days, it was already a dry and normal temperature.

"You have had a high fever for three whole days." Zhen Jiabao stopped drinking after drinking half a glass of water, He Lianquan put the water glass on the bedside table and said to Zhen Jiabao.

Zhen Jiabao had been in a coma for a long time, and it was only at this time that she recalled the scene she saw before she lost consciousness. She shivered fiercely on the bed, grabbed He Lianquan's arm regardless of her own weakness and said, "I remember now." ..."

He Lianquan was afraid that something might happen to her if she was too excited when she just woke up, so she gently comforted her.

Zhen Jiabao was short of breath, and said to He Lianquan: "My mother is not a third party, she and father are husband and wife!"

Her voice was trembling, tears had accumulated in her eyes, and she cried blood every word to He Lianquan: "But I forgot about it and misunderstood her for so many years."

He Lianquan patted her on the back and comforted her: "It's not your fault, you were a four or five-year-old girl at that time, you shouldn't have to bear this."

However, Zhen Jiabao refused to let herself go. She lay helplessly on Helian Quan's shoulders, her big eyes lost their luster, filled with self-blame and confusion.

Although Zhen Jiabao woke up, the tension in the Xishan Villa did not ease much.

Zhen Jiabao just woke up during the day, and not long after, he couldn't support his body and fell asleep again—this time he really fell asleep. He Lianquan was worried that she didn't sleep well these two days, so he took a nap next to her when she fell asleep. for a while.

Zhen Jiabao didn't wake up until dusk, and Helian Quan hadn't been up for a long time, and was changing clothes beside the bed.

He Lianquan was buttoning up his clothes when he felt Zhen Jiabao's gaze fall on him, but when he turned around, he saw Zhen Jiabao's eyes with a look he had never seen before.

It was a pain deeper than sorrow.

Therefore, the atmosphere in Xishan villa these two days was more stagnant than when Zhen Jiabao was in a coma.

Zhen Jiabao's body recovered very quickly after the fever subsided. After all, it wasn't a real physical problem, but the mental stimulation that made her faint. After this emotional stress period passed, Zhen Jiabao's body would naturally recover.

Not to mention that He Lianquan saw that Zhen Jiabao had been in a coma for two or three days, and his body was suspended by nutrition needles, his jaw was sharp, and a nutritionist was transferred from other places to live in Xishan Villa, soaking in the kitchen every day Here, he arranged recipes for Zhen Jiabao, and the chef also displayed all kinds of cooking skills in order to let Zhen Jiabao eat more.

Not to mention Uncle Ji, ever since Zhen Jiabao was carried into the Xishan Villa by Helian Quanheng, she has been hanging on her heart, and she was relieved until she woke up. It is not necessary for Zhen Jiabao to bring two maids every day. She was not allowed to do anything, and almost wanted to feed her food into her mouth.

After being served like this, Zhen Jiabao even gained a little weight.

But physical recovery is easy, but mental recovery is difficult. Uncle Ji hid in the small door next to the living room and watched Zhen Jiabao sitting on the sofa staring blankly at the advertisement on TV, and sighed sadly.

Ever since Madam woke up, she has been in this confused and pitiful state. Seeing Uncle Ji's fatherly heart throbbing with pain, but he doesn't know how to comfort Zhen Jiabao, so he can only serve him more attentively in food, clothing and life. looking at her.

And He Lianquan, who was in the know, has been in a state of distress for the past two days, and his business with Ye Jibei has been a little troublesome. He has no choice but to go out early and return late every day. He even has to go back to Xishan Villa to have a meal with her every night. Make time.

Zhen Jiabao didn't think there was anything wrong, she was leaning on the sofa, her mind was full of the dreams she had experienced during the two or three days in a coma.

In other words, it wasn't a dream, but a memory that she had cowardly and forgotten.

She was crying in the living room on the first floor when her mother fell down the stairs in front of her. Zhen Fugui hadn't been back to their small home for a month, and just now, a beautiful woman came to meet her mother. The protesters said that Zhen Fugui didn't love her at all.

The young Zhen Jiabao was crying and crying, when she heard the sound of heavy objects falling from the stairs, she looked up in surprise and saw her mother lying on the stairs, with such a big wound on her head, and blood flowing from between her legs, it was very painful. The clothes on his body were soon dyed red.

The little Zhen Jiabao who witnessed all this couldn't bear the stimulation, passed out, and lost the memory of this period after waking up, and was taken back to his new home by Zhen Fugui. The 'illegitimate daughter'.

It turns out that I have been such a cowardly person since I was a child, and it is really useless to faint when encountering things, Zhen Jiabao thought in a low mood, and she even caused her mother to suffer the first time for so many years because she cowardly forgot what happened before. the crimes of the three.

The more Zhen Jiabao thought about it, the more sad he became. His whole body was like a flower that had been drained of water, withered and lifeless.

When He Lianquan finally solved his troubles and returned to Xishan Villa, he saw Zhen Jiabao like this. He sighed and sat opposite Zhen Jiabao.

"Still thinking about your amnesia?" He Lianquan asked her directly without detours.

Zhen Jiabao flinched, then nodded.

He Lianquan shook his head helplessly, not knowing how to bring Zhen Jiabao out of the vicious circle of self-blame.

He thought for a while and asked Zhen Jiabao: "Do you remember everything about your childhood?"

Zhen Jiabao said sullenly: "I'm not completely amnesiac...I remember most of the things when I was a child, except...except..."

No matter how hard Zhen Jiabao tried, she couldn't tell the truth about her mother's death. Seeing that her eyes were red again, He Lianquan got up and sat beside her, reaching out to wrap her in his arms.

"Then how much do you remember about your mother?" He asked tentatively, fearing that Zhen Jiabao, who was stimulated again, would feel uncomfortable.

Zhen Jiabao remembered that when she was a child, her mother held her in her arms like He Lianquan and told her fairy tales, tears still flowed down her cheeks.

"I remember... my mother told me stories, and she sang to me..."

Zhen Jiabao cried so hard that he couldn't speak well.

He Lianquan stroked her hair gently with his big hand, and said to her: "Then she must love you very much. Have you ever thought that your mother would want to see you blaming yourself so much?"

Zhen Jiabao raised her head from his embrace, and said anxiously: "But I forgot about her, and I still misunderstood her!"

He Lianquan looked directly into her eyes and said, "Even so, she should also want you to be happy."

He Lianquan hesitated for a moment, and said to Zhen Jiabao: "I am the same as you. My mother also died in front of me, but she committed suicide."