Madam leg hurts please hug

"5000 million?" Ren Jiaqi squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then turned to look at her, "5000 million is a small amount, but."

Seeing that something was going on, Duanmu Ling deliberately tightened his arm and asked, "But what?"

"However, in what capacity should I help you?" Ren Jiaqi shrugged and said, "Ordinary friends? Then my dad will never allow it, after all, this is not a small amount."

Duanmuling smiled flatteringly, leaned on his shoulder and said, "Isn't our relationship clear yet? Haven't you always liked me?"

A sly smile appeared on the corner of Ren Jiaqi's mouth, and he leaned into her ear and whispered, "I like it, but I can't be taken advantage of, you have to do something to show it."

The hands holding his arm froze, Duanmu Ling raised his head, "Jiaqi, are you kidding me?"

"Do I seem to be joking?" Ren Jiaqi took out a black card from his pocket, "There are 3000 million in this card."

He leaned close to Duanmu Ling's ear, and said softly in an extremely ambiguous tone, "Think about it, Yuehua Hotel will wait for me."

Under the light, Duanmu Ling's exquisite face flickered.

Her eyes fell on Ren Jiaqi's black card, and her mind began to waver.

3000 million, can help the Duanmu family get through their urgent needs.

She reached out to get the card, but Ren Jiaqi suddenly withdrew her hand and put the card into her pocket.

"Lingling, you know I like you. As long as you agree, this card must be yours."

Coming out of the bar, Duanmu Ling was sitting in the car, Ren Jiaqi's black card was always in his eyes.

She started the car and drove directly in the direction of the hotel.

Ten minutes later, Ren Jiaqi's cell phone rang.

He held the phone and glanced at the text message.

【Yuehua Hotel, 601】

Putting the phone in his pocket, he drank the red liquid in the glass in one gulp, and then showed a smug smile.

Then he pushed away the women entangled around him, and went straight out of the bar.

Inside the hotel suite.

After taking a bath, Duanmu Ling lay down on the white sheet, tightly holding the corner of the quilt with both hands.

Ren Jiaqi opened the door and came in, reeking of alcohol.

He glanced at the person who had already been lying on the bed, put the black card in his pocket on the bedside table, and said with a satisfied smile, "Lingling, wait for me!"

After he entered the bathroom, Duanmu Ling stretched out his hand and held the black card tightly in his hand.

She comforted herself, it's not like she hasn't slept with a man before.

Although Ren Jiaqi is still far from meeting his requirements for choosing a husband-in-law, he is the only one who can help him at present, and it is not a loss to sleep with him.

For this 3000 million, everything is worth it.

The windows of the room were half-closed, and a gust of wind blew in through the half-open windows and lifted the flowing curtains.

Under the moonlight, under the thin quilt.

Duanmu Ling stared straight at the ceiling with her eyes open, clutching the black card tightly in her hand, her nose smelled strongly of alcohol one after another.

It wasn't until midnight that Ren Jiaqi moved away from her contentedly, and turned his head to sleep soundly.

In the darkness, the sense of humiliation in my heart became stronger and stronger.

And the source of all this is An Xiaoyue!

As the sky was getting brighter, Duanmu Ling sat up from the bed.

Dressed up and put on makeup, still maintaining the arrogance of the day.She glanced at the man sleeping soundly on the bed, and left with a black card in her high heels.

When she got home, she immediately locked herself in the room.

Then I went into the bathroom and filled it with water, let myself lie in the bathtub, and scrubbed my body over and over again.

Until her body was flushed red from rubbing, she changed the water again, then filled up the foam, and scrubbed again.

As long as you close your eyes, you will see the image of Ren Jiaqi lying on top of her.

She tried her best not to think about it, and immersed herself in the bathtub.

After a few seconds, she sat up from the bathtub.

After getting dressed, she went downstairs to have breakfast.

Duanmu Kang had already been waiting at the dining table. Seeing her listless, he asked, "What did you do last night? I heard from the servant that you came back in the morning?"

Duanmuling stirred the porridge in her bowl, and said casually, "I went to find Zhizhi yesterday and spent the night at her house."

Duanmukang saw that her complexion was not very good, thought she hadn't had a good rest, and couldn't bear to blame her, so he said, "Girls, don't stay out all night, it's shameful if it spreads!"

It's rare that Duanmu Ling didn't argue with him this time, nor did he act like a baby like usual.

Duanmuling ate a few mouthfuls casually, put down the bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Then went upstairs.

Duanmu Kang sighed slightly, the company was also worried, and his daughter was also worried!
It's really sad!

Inside the Fortune Mansion.

An Xiaoyue came out from the kitchen with a bowl of porridge and a side dish, and when she was about to go upstairs, the phone rang.

She put the plate in her hand on the table, picked up the phone, "Yunyun?"

Zhu Yueyun's voice sounded very happy, "Yueyue, I'm resting today, I'm going shopping!"

"Yunyun, I can't leave today." An Xiaoyue looked up at the upstairs and said, "Yu Mo has a fever, I will take care of him at home."

"Fever?" Zhu Yueyun asked in surprise, "Is it serious?"

An Xiaoyue said, "He refused to go to the hospital. I have already cooled him physically, so he should be fine."

"That's good, then you should be busy first." Zhu Yueyun said, "Let's make an appointment another day."

"Okay." After hanging up the phone, An Xiaoyue carried the dinner plate and walked upstairs.

Before going to bed last night, she noticed that Gong Yumo's complexion was not very good, and he was not energetic.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, she started to have a fever, changing from cold to hot, which made An Xiaoyue very anxious.

Just when she was about to ask the driver to prepare a car to go to the hospital, Gong Yumo stopped her and refused to go.

An Xiaoyue had no choice but to find some cold medicine and fever-reducing medicine for him, and then took an ice pack to physically cool him down.

The fever didn't subside until it was daylight.

When he opened the door and entered, Gong Yumo was still sleeping.

The indoor temperature was just right, and he was covered with a soft quilt.

The already fair skin became even paler due to illness, the beautiful eyebrows stretched out, the long eyelashes cast a small circle of shadows under the eyelids, and the thin lips were slightly pursed, showing a faint red.

An Xiaoyue put the dinner plate on the bedside cabinet, sat down by the bed and looked at him for a while, then smoothed his soft black hair.

He closed his eyes and slept obediently, exactly the same as when he was a child.

His brows were slightly frowned, and his eyes slowly opened, and the haze only became clear.

After seeing the person next to her clearly, her thin lips were slowly pursed, and her eyes became gentle.

"Are you awake?" An Xiaoyue asked softly, touching his fair cheek.

Gong Yumo nodded slightly, bent his eyes and smiled, "Yes."

"Are you hungry? Have some porridge." An Xiaoyue probed his forehead, but luckily nothing happened.

"Okay." Gong Yumo nodded obediently, then sat up with his elbows propped up.

An Xiaoyue took two pillows and put them on his back, stroked his hair, then picked up the white porridge at the side and fed him bit by bit.

Gong Yumo smiled, "I'll do it myself."

"No, I have to feed you." An Xiaoyue insisted not to let him do it himself.

Gong Yumo didn't know that when he was sick last night, he made An Xiaoyue very anxious.

Since his leg was healed, An Xiaoyue seldom saw him get sick. The sudden high fever last night really caught people off guard.

She watched Gong Yu Mo An quietly drink a few mouthfuls of porridge, and asked with a frown, "Why did you have a fever so well?"

"Maybe I accidentally caught a cold." Gong Yumo raised his hand and gently rubbed An Xiaoyue's head, signaling her not to worry.

An Xiaoyue thought about it carefully, and said, "The weather is not very cold, and the air conditioner is just right at night, and I didn't grab your quilt, so why did you catch a cold?"

"It's okay, it's just a small cold." Gong Yumo reached out and stroked her face, rubbing his thumbs gently under her slightly blue eye circles, "You must have not slept well last night, right?"

"I was startled by your sudden fever. You almost burned me when I held you." Seeing that he had almost eaten, An Xiaoyue put down the bowl and took a tissue to wipe his mouth.

She didn't close her eyes almost all night last night, keeping watch over him.

"I'm fine." Gong Yumo moved in a little, lifted a corner of the quilt and patted it, "Come up and sleep for a while."

An Xiaoyue smiled, took off her coat and got in.

Gong Yumo hugged her lightly, kissed the top of her hair, patted her shoulder lightly with his fingers, and his eyes were dim when she couldn't see.

A small cold can make her so hard, how did she get over the years when she guarded him with his crippled legs.