Daily life of the beloved wife of a wealthy president

Zou Yi didn't understand the situation and was still arguing.

Wen Suiqi turned into a puffer fish and shouted: "Come and help me unplug him, Chonghe has a fever."

Zou Yi: "!!!!" The word "pull" is wonderfully used.

Chong He was groggy, but his strength was still too strong, he opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, but he finally let go of Wen Sui.

The two hurried to call the doctor.

The doctor came to check him up and took his body temperature. It was 39.5, a high fever in his forties, and he was so burned that he was confused.

The doctor suggested to give Chonghe an injection directly.

Wen Suixin was agitated: "Is the injection meant to hit the butt?"

The doctor looked serious and nodded: "Well, why don't you let me beat you?"

Chong He's face was flushed, his lips were thirsty and pale, and his skin was a little peeled. With the back of one hand resting on his forehead, he half-opened his eyes and looked at Wen Sui dimly, his mind was blank.

Wen Suiban bent down to see his distressed and painful expression, and he felt uncomfortable too. He took Chonghe's hand away to try to keep his head from being so heavy, touched the fine sweat on his face, and said to the doctor: "Then Please prepare quickly, he is very uncomfortable."

Wen Sui pursed his lips and looked bitter. He really couldn't figure it out. Chong He had always been high above him in his heart. He was as strong as a god who didn't eat fireworks in the world, as if he could carry the whole world by himself.

But now, after all, he is just a mortal.

It turned out that he would get sick too, and being so weak like now made people feel so distressed.

Wen Sui thought it was his own patent.

Zou Yi went to go through the hospitalization formalities, and he couldn't figure it out, he obviously sent Wen Sui to the hospital, but now both of them collapsed.

Yep, these two are a perfect match.

"Come on, help me turn him over." The doctor held the syringe in his hand, the sharp point of the needle was exposed, the pillow was shining brightly in the sun, Wen Sui's eyelids twitched, and he jumped up reflexively from the stool, stuttering Baba said: "Turn, why, how to turn?"

The doctor pointed at Chong He: "Just let him show his butt."

Wen Sui: "!!!!"

With trembling hands, he pushed Chonghe, and Chonghe opened his eyes with difficulty and glanced at him. Wen Sui saw that he was a little conscious and happy, and said with a blushing face, "Mr. Chong, you have a high fever. Get an injection, I'll turn it over for you, and you cooperate!"

Chong He: "...!"

Doctor: "...." God damn it, he thought it was frying salted fish!

After Wen Sui finished speaking, he gently pushed Chong He, and found that he was limp now, and he didn't have the strength to tense up all over his body.

Chong He trusts him very much, half lying on the bed.

"Take off his pants," said the doctor.

Wen Sui's hands were shaking with excitement, and he didn't understand why he was so excited, his face was blushing, and his eyes were twinkling, too bright.

Poor Chong He never imagined that Wen Sui would take off his trousers and let someone else get an injection just because he had a fever.

The cold liquid was injected into it, and the doctor said: "Okay, go and prescribe some medicine, and you feed him. In this case, the fever must be reduced as soon as possible, otherwise it will easily burn his head."

Wen Sui didn't dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly followed the doctor's instructions.

After all, we can't let Chong He's brain burn out, he is such a smart person, it would be a pity if it burns out, his brain is not good enough, and he can't have a mentally handicapped person around him.

He looked at Chong He's flushed face and sighed, obviously he was the one who got sick in the hospital, and Chong He came to take care of him, but now it's the other way around.

This feeling is very strange. He has always been the weak one who needs to be protected. Chong He always protects him under his wings and is responsible for preventing him from being violated. But now the situation is reversed, and it is the first time for Wen Sui to experience it. It is also the feeling that you can take care of others.

But he still couldn't figure out why Chonghe had such a severe fever, was he too tired?

Wen Sui stared at the pale bruise under Chonghe's eyelids, pursed his lips, and thought, he was so tired from not resting, and his dark circles appeared.

Lin Wen came to the hospital to send information to Chong He and reported to him when he had something to report. Wen Sui was seriously wiping his face with a small wet handkerchief, and his other hand was wiped by him to appease Chong He. Hold on tight.

Lin Wen knocked on the door, and was a little embarrassed when he entered, "Hi, I'm here to deliver something. Is the boss sick?"

Wen Sui hurriedly stopped his movements and greeted him: "Hello, yes, I have a high fever and it hasn't subsided yet."

Lin Wen was a little surprised. He had been with Chong He for so many years, and he had never heard of Chong He getting sick. He worked overtime and stayed up late for several weeks, and his mental state was not good. He always thought that he was made of iron, but now and found that he too was made of meat.

He thought for a while, and murmured: "Could it be because of the rain last night?"

Although he was not by Chong He's side last night, there was a group in their organization, and there would be troubles in the group if there was any trouble, and he, as an intelligence officer, was the first to bear the brunt.

"Drenched in the rain? Why did you get caught in the rain?" Wen Sui was very puzzled. It was raining heavily when Chonghe went out yesterday, but why did he get caught in the rain when he had nothing to do.

"Oh, I accidentally drenched a little bit." Lin Wen laughed a few times, "Maybe it's because he's been too busy recently and his body is exhausted. It's okay, just wait for his fever to subside and take a good rest."

Lin Wen gave Wen Sui the document bag in his hand: "Please wait for him to wake up and hand it over to him. These are work materials."

Wen Sui took it, not interested in the file bag, nodded in agreement and put him directly on the table.

"Then I'll go back first, and I'll come back when the boss wakes up." Lin Wen smiled and looked at Wen Sui, thinking that the president was fascinated by this man, with that delicate little face and sad little face. Facial expressions can really arouse others' desire to protect.

See, their president is indeed a beast who likes little beauties.

Lin Wenlai also left in a hurry, Chong He's fever subsided a little, but it still dissipated so quickly.

Wen Sui was a little hungry, and had already called Aunt Zhang to cook and cook soup for delivery, and she was on her way here.

After Zou Yi finished dealing with the matter, he also entered the ward and asked him, "How is it going?"

Wen Sui sat next to Chong He, keeping his hand-held position, and shook his head when he heard the words, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Zou Yi scratched his hair, gently pulled a stool and sat beside him, and patted his shoulder: "It's done, you should go to have a rest quickly, isn't your body still uncomfortable? Brother will watch for you." Just leave it alone, and it won't be too late for me to wake you up when he wakes up."

Wen Sui shook his head and refused, he couldn't do it capriciously, "No, I will guard him, and he will be afraid if he wakes up and doesn't see me."

Zou Yi was amused by him, and the corners of his mouth moved upwards uncontrollably, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Haha, you think he's you, Suisui kid? You can't see anyone afraid because of illness, this is congratulations, yours Congratulations to "Dad", it's not a three-year-old baby, what are you worrying about."

Wen Sui's ears felt hot when he said it, and he said confidently: "He is sick, and people who are sick are very weak, and it is normal to be afraid. I don't care, I won't go to rest!"

He turned his head, put his chin on the edge of Chonghe's bed, and stared at his arm: "Why didn't Chonghe wake up with his fever gone?"

Zou Yi sighed, Wen Sui couldn't convince him even if he was self-willed, so he just let him go, the two of them, one got better and the other fell down again, that scene was ridiculous.

Zou Yi said: "It's not that fast, Cheng, then you watch him first, I'll go back and change clothes and catch up on sleep."

The sofa in this hospital is hard and short, and he can't stretch his hands and feet at all. He is a tall, strong and strong young man. Lying on it, his back is sore and his legs are cramping. Not only does his fatigue not get relieved, but he is even more tired .Yang Yong

He stretched and yawned, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and said in a long voice, "Then I'll go back first, and come to see you later."

Wen Sui nodded, and said to him: "Brother Zou Yi, you have had a night's rest anyway, and you are still so weak, what will you do when you marry a wife?"

His face was full of sadness, like a father who worried that his stupid son would not be able to marry a wife.

Zou Yi's expression froze, this brat is really itchy.

After Zou Yi left, there were only two people in the ward, Chong He and Wen Sui. The whole room was quiet, and Chong He was still asleep. The sun shone through the window and happened to shine on the two of them. It was warm and comfortable. The wind blows the leaves and makes a slight rustling sound, the atmosphere is calm and gentle, and the weather is refreshing and comfortable after the rain.

Wen Sui sat and sat, and began to feel drowsy, his eyelids drooped, almost unable to open, and then he couldn't hold on any longer, and fell asleep with his head resting on his arms beside Chong He.

I don't know how long he slept for, but when he woke up again in a daze, he found that Chong He had already woken up, and was sitting on the head of the bed looking at him with a gentle and soft face.

Wen Sui's mind suddenly cleared up, and he rubbed his eyes to make his vision clearer.

His face was blushed from lying on his stomach for a long time, it was particularly obvious on that fair little face, but it was very harmonious, so it wouldn't affect his delicate eyebrows and eyes.

"Are you awake? Are you thirsty? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water?" Wen Sui imitated what people around him asked him every time he fell ill.

Chong He nodded: "Well, I'm thirsty, give me some water."

His voice was hoarse, not very pleasant to hear, and his throat felt like it was on fire, stinging tight.

Wen Sui hurriedly stood up and poured water for him, regardless of his numb feet, he carefully held up the water glass and handed it to Chong He: "Come on, Wen, hurry up." Chong He looked at him quietly, without reaching out his hand.

Wen Sui frowned suspiciously: "What are you doing? Don't you want to drink water?"

Chong He nodded, with a gentle smile on his lips: "Yeah, isn't it because you fed me?" He stretched out his hand and hooked the back of Gou Wensui's hand with his index finger: "He He wants Sui Sui to feed you! "

Wen Sui: "????"

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