Mr. Lu, the World’s Sweetest Man

She ate a few bites and saw that Yueyue and Ruirui were full, so she put down her chopsticks and accompanied them on a walk in the garden to digest.

After taking care of Yueyue Ruirui to fall asleep at night, Lin Motong returned to her room.

Just after locking the door and going to bed, she heard a knock on the door. She hurried to open the door, "Master?"

Seeing Ming Ye Leng standing outside, she was a little surprised.

"Don't lock the door. I have documents in this room, which I need to use from time to time." Mingye confessed coldly.

"Then do you want me to take it out for you?" Lin Motong didn't want to delay his work, and immediately asked intriguingly.

Ming Ye Leng's face sank, her expression seemed to say "My site, no one can control where I want to put it", Lin Motong understood immediately.

"Okay, I understand, I will drive it." Lin Motong agreed. This is the third floor. Except for the bedroom and study room, which will be cold tomorrow night, there are no other rooms. It is usually the place where the least people come, and it is not locked. There is no impact.

Ming Ye finished coldly speaking, turned around and left. Lin Motong looked at his back and lost consciousness for a while before closing the door without locking.

She took a shower, lay down on the bed, read a book for a while, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, her fever really repeated itself, and it was more serious than the previous two times. When she realized it, it was already a little confused.

The door was pushed open, Lin Motong couldn't open his eyes, and the whole person was a little unconscious, not knowing whether it was in a dream or in real life.

Ming Ye Leng walked to her side, turned on the night light, touched her hot face, and patted her hard.

Her cheeks and lips were red from the burning, and she did not respond to the cold behavior tomorrow.

Tomorrow night coldly twisted her eyebrows, opened her quilt, opened the window to breathe, and twisted a wet towel to put it on her forehead.

"Ding Hai, call a doctor." Ming Ye Leng ordered.

Ding Hai is the name of his confidant. He immediately ran out. After a while, the doctor came over, checked Lin Motong, and said, "Master, it is not suitable to give her an infusion now. After all, she is pregnant with a fetus. Do not use more medicine. It is best to cool down physically, drink plenty of water, and apply cold compresses. If the body temperature drops in the early morning, it will be fine."

"Okay, you go out." Ming Ye said coldly, and the doctor turned and went out.

Ding Hai walked to Ming Ye Leng's side and said, "Master, I will ask someone to take care of Miss Lin."

"No." Ming Ye coldly waved his hand to stop him.

Ding Hai is a little unclear, so, is this to watch Lin Motong have been sick like this?

"You go out." Ming Ye Leng said to Ding Hai, and Ding Hai realized that Ming Ye Leng planned to stay and take care of Lin Motong himself.

"I'll come..." Ding Hai said immediately.

Ming Ye raised his eyes coldly, Ding Hai was stared at by his gaze, immediately lowered his head, turned and left respectfully.

Lin Motong burned out of consciousness, and she wrung a lot of towels coldly tomorrow night and put them on her, so she would be slightly better.

She brought water to her to drink, but she couldn't drink a sip, and her lips were hot and red like hot coals, but she couldn't swallow any water.

Took a cold sip of water tomorrow night and leaned close to her lips...

Lin Motong was lost in her consciousness, she seemed to see her mother by her side, and she seemed to see Jane and Jane Fei... She desperately wanted to call her mother to stop her, she really missed her mother so much.