Running wild in the arms of the sick boss

It was ten o'clock in the evening.

Gu Yanluo held her forehead with her left hand against the car window, and controlled the steering wheel with her right hand, driving a black Mercedes-Benz G500 jeep owned by the Gu family bodyguard, speeding on the highway.

She returned to the top floor suite of the Histon Hotel alone.

When she finished her shower and walked out of the master bedroom wrapped in a comfortable white bathrobe, Qin Wuwang had already returned.

In the living room, only Xiao Ling stood beside him.

He was noble and handsome, with a sickly look on his face. He sat on the sofa, wearing a thick black coat, with his legs apart and his waist bent. He was concentrating on unpacking two expensive new mobile phones, turning them on, inserting phone cards, and setting them up.

It was a couple's mobile phone, and there was also a couple's phone card.

Qin Wuwang coughed lightly and looked very bad.

The living room was too big, and the heating didn't heat up so quickly.

Xiao Ling was very protective of his master, and added a warm mink fleece to Qin Wuwang.

"Yan Yan?"

Qin Wuwang's charming eyes raised and glanced at the lazy, tall and charming figure, and a light ignited in his eyes.

Gu Yanluo had no expression on her face. Her eyes were dark and gloomy, without the shadow of Qin Wuwang.

She flirtatiously lifted her half-dried long hair, walked to the bar in the living room, poured a glass of red wine, and said in a voice as cold as ice, "Go take a shower."

It was so cold, as if she had returned to the starting point.

Under the light, Qin Wuwang's skin was sickly white, and his thin lips were bloodless. He froze, frowned, and lightly put down the new mobile phone he bought for Gu Yanluo, stood up, and walked straight into the master bedroom.

At least, she didn't drive him out, right?

If he didn't provoke her, he would just take a shower.

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Qin Wuwang knew that in front of Gu Yanluo, all these tactics of rage, viciousness, toughness, coldness, and arrogance were useless. His Yanyan was poisonous, ruthless, cruel, dangerous, and like a mist.

For him, Gu Yanluo would take softness, not hardness.

Qin Wuwang knew even more that if he confronted him head-on, he would be directly sentenced to "death penalty".

So, he put away his pride and restraint.

At this moment, Qin Wuwang was only her Gu Yanluo's person.

Just be good, that's all.

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Qin Wuwang took a bath, walked out of the master bedroom, and came to the living room.

The suite was filled with heating.

In the living room, only a crystal chandelier and a few spotlights were turned on, and the light was dim.

Qin Wuwang had a bath towel around his waist, his legs were slender and straight, his body lines were beautiful and strong, and his skin texture was clear and sexy, but his skin was sickly cold and pale, and his face was haggard and tired.

He saw Gu Yanluo leaning on a luxurious and soft sofa, facing the French window with a panoramic view.

Her porcelain-white and slender legs were crossed, and she was shaking the red wine in the glass.

Under the night sky outside the window, the neon lights were dazzling.

The light spots cast a cool color on her beautiful and mysterious profile.

Qin Wuwang's long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his voice was gloomy:

"Yanyan, I'm done..." Sleeping?

Hearing the voice, Gu Yanluo retracted her gaze from the night view.

She glanced at Qin Wuwang, and her pupils reflected a cold and inorganic coldness.

The crystal light left a mysterious light and shadow of light and dark on her face.

The corners of her mouth without a smile were tightly pursed, and there was an unapproachable oppressive aura.

She was the one who had all the dominance.

Gu Yanluo half-closed her beautiful eyes, took a sip of wine, and said coldly: "You sleep alone tonight."

If you don't hold your bones.

You don't know what propriety is.

Qin Wuwang's thin lips lost the last bit of color, and he lowered his eyes in melancholy and coldness.

He only said in a low voice: "Okay, I know."

He turned around and went back to the master bedroom.

After a while.

Qin Wuwang hugged a pillow and walked out gloomily.

He said: "You sleep in the master bedroom, I'll find another place to sleep."

Gu Yanluo's lazy voice became a little colder, "Go to the master bedroom and don't let me repeat it a second time! Otherwise, you stay and I'll leave tonight."

Where else do you want to sleep when you are so weak?

Even when she left for a long time, he had to hold her nightgown and smell her scent. Can he change his bed and sleep alone?

Qin Wuwang's tall figure stiffened, turned his head and went back to the master bedroom.

He bit his lower lip with a sluggish look, and his heart was blocked.

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Late at night, twelve o'clock.

In the master bedroom.

Xiao Ling received a call from Qin Wuwang, and quietly walked in wearing a bathrobe.

He walked to the bedside and was surprised to find that his master was sweating profusely, curled up on the bed, trembling all over, as if enduring some severe pain, but he didn't say a word.

He clenched the bed sheet, his chest rose and fell violently, and he had difficulty breathing.

"Master?" Xiao Ling was terrified and bent down.

"Are you sick?"

Qin Wuwang held his head, veins on his forehead bulged, and the pain he endured almost made him faint.

"I'll go call Miss Gu!"

Xiao Ling was about to turn around, but was grabbed by Qin Wuwang, who bit his lower lip in pain.

He was weak and powerless, "Don't... don't go..."

"Get me some painkillersMedicine..."

Xiao Ling froze: "But..."

"My disease occurs frequently... I can't always look for her..."

Qin Wuwang smiled sadly, with pain in his eyes.

"Yan Yan's temper will annoy me if it happens too many times..."

"Shh, don't tell her..."

Xiao Ling frowned, he was worried about his master.

Because of brain tumors, this kind of severe headache symptom is very frequent.

Do I have to endure it and not tell Miss Gu?

"Medicine! "Qin Wuwang gritted his teeth and was furious.

The medicine was placed in the drawer of the bedside table, but when Qin Wuwang felt pain, he had no strength to get it.

That's why he used the speed dial in the middle of the night to call Xiao Ling.

Xiao Ling helped Qin Wuwang take three painkillers with a serious face, tucked Qin Wuwang in, and then left the master bedroom in silence.

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In the living room, the lights were dim.

In front of the sofa on the side of the floor-to-ceiling window, the coffee table was full of wine bottles.

Gu Yanluo leaned lazily on the sofa, sitting in a domineering and elegant posture. She saw Xiao Ling coming out, and asked in a seductive and cold voice.

"He didn't sleep? He asked you to come and find me to accompany him this time? Is he having a fever, or a cough and chest pain this time?"

Xiao Ling lowered his eyes, frowned, and thousands of words finally turned into one sentence.

"Miss Gu, you think too much, I just... see if my master is sleeping well. "

Gu Yanluo raised an eyebrow.

Xiao Ling returned to his room indifferently.

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One o'clock in the morning.

The vast night outside the floor-to-ceiling window returned to silence, the gorgeous neon lights went out, and the city fell into sleep.

Gu Yanluo finished the last bottle of wine, and saw that it was almost time, and Qin Wuwang had already fallen asleep.

She got up and walked straight into the master bedroom.

As she walked, she loosened the belt of her bathrobe.

In the dim master bedroom, only a floor lamp was turned on.

On the left side of the four-poster bed, Qin Wuwang curled up in the quilt, without showing his head, presumably he was asleep.

Gu Yanluo walked around to the right, lifted a corner of the quilt, took off her bathrobe, and lay down.

The bed was very big.

Gu Yanluo was on the right, Qin Wuwang Wang turned his back to her, curled up in the quilt, a little far away from her.

The bedroom was too quiet.

And someone's heavy and abnormal breathing frequency was too clear.

Gu Yanluo, who was lying down, suddenly opened her cold and beautiful eyes.

She turned over, stretched out her hand sideways, and lifted the quilt that Qin Wuwang was sleeping on.

Her breath was choked!

The man curled up there, his thin lips trembling, his head full of cold sweat, his hair on his forehead, all wet, he frowned, his face full of pain, his face was pale and scary, and his lips were full of bite marks.

The painkillers were useless.

Qin Wuwang held on for another hour, but the symptoms of headache did not ease at all.

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The more pain, the more pampering.