Sweet Wife, be Good!

She paled, and she was a little unbelievable. Shen Muhan, who was strong and physically strong, would faint unexpectedly.

The time he was shot before, he shed so much blood, there was no problem, and now he fainted?

Hearing the butler's call, Chen Qi walked in quickly and helped Shen Muhan up. The butler reached out and helped Xia Jiu: "Miss Xia is okay?"

"I'm okay, where's the doctor?" Xia Jiu asked.

"I'll be here soon." The butler said anxiously, "I'll go to the door to meet him."

Xia Jiu touched his stomach. When Shen Muhan fell down just now, his eyes were tightly closed, but Xia Jiu always had an illusion that he consciously avoided her the last time he fell.

Otherwise, with her thin arms and legs, the moment she helped him, she would definitely be smashed into confusion, worse than her.

But at that time, he had obviously lost consciousness, and it didn't look like he could avoid himself specially.

I'm afraid it's still... I think too much.

The housekeeper soon took the doctor upstairs to examine Shen Muhan.

It was inconvenient for Xia Jiu to leave at this moment. She stood and waited for a while, looking down at the ground, putting her hands on her bag, and watching steadily until a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of her.

That is Chen Qi.

"Assistant Chen, what's wrong with your young master?" Xia Jiu raised his head and asked.

"Miss Xia, as I told you before, the young master is sick, and he is still a bit ill. He has a severe fever and a cold, and he feels particularly unwell in the morning."

"Um" Xia Jiu remembered, Chen Qi said at breakfast, but she was busy going out to see Xia Lin at that time, so she didn't take this matter to heart.

No wonder she felt the extra heat on his body several times. He was originally a fierce man, but Xia Jiu didn't feel strange. Now when he thinks about it, he realizes that he has a fever.

"He's fine, how could he get sick? Will he still be sick like this?" Xia Jiu couldn't figure it out.

Chen Qi also seemed to hesitate for a moment.

Xia Jiu said: "Since privacy is involved, I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to know that much either."

"It's not that Miss Xia can't listen. The young master has always been in good health, but he has always taken cold showers these nights. This is an iron body and can't stand it."

"What are you doing in a cold shower?" Xia Jiu asked, regretting it, and almost bit off his tongue. What else could it be for? It was not because he always kicked him out of the room halfway through.

She blushed and forcedly said, "Does your young master still need to take a cold shower? Does he want any woman? Isn't it boring?"

Chen Qi said hurriedly: "Heaven and Earth conscience, the young master really has no other women, nor does he bring other women back, and there is no woman around him."

Xia Jiu sneered, she didn't have any ghosts until she believed it, and she hadn't seen Shi Youxuan before.

As for other times, he was not in her sight, the ghost knew what he did.

Chen Qi saw that she didn't believe it and didn't know how to explain it. Just about to speak again, the housekeeper and the doctor walked out together.

"How is the young master?"

"The fever is a bit severe. Didn't you say that you want to rest, you can't go out? The fever has gone back, but now it's repeated." The doctor said, probably because Shen Muhan was still dizzy, and his tone was a little tough, blaming Chen Qi.

"Yes, I will take good care of it from now on."

The doctor explained some other aspects that needed attention, and the butler accompanied him downstairs.

Chen Qicai said again: "Miss Xia, Master, I rarely have time today, so I just want to go out to accompany you. Who knows that... He even drove the car by himself during the day. I had long felt that he could not do this, and was a little overworked. Up."

Xia Jiu lowered his eyes: "Who told him to drive me, he shouldn't drive because he is sick like this. He does not spare his life, I still want to live well."

Chen Qi: "..."

The tough attitude should belong to you, Miss Xia!

He could only watch Xia Jiu back to the room.

After Xia Jiu went back, she took a nap and drew for a while, until the sky was dark, she stretched her waist and stood up.

Aunt Zhang happened to knock on the door and said, "Miss Xia, it's time for dinner."

"Well, here's coming." She changed into home-made clothes, a wide and wide style, covering her whole body, without any curves, but it made people think about it.

It was cold in autumn, and she put on another coat before walking downstairs.

At the table, she was the only one.

"Will you wait for your young master?" Xia Jiu asked the butler.

The butler said anxiously: "The eldest master hasn't woken up yet. He has taken the medicine and the injection. The fever has been repeated."

"That's not waiting, right?" Xia Jiu lowered his eyes and raised his chopsticks.

"Why, Miss Xia still go and have a look?" The butler suggested softly.

Xia Jiu didn't speak at one hour, and throughout the afternoon, he didn't think of Shen Muhan very much. He occasionally thought of it, but was only angry with what he did in the morning.

Thinking of the despair in her heart at that time, she no longer had any kindness.

She took a small bite and said slowly, "No, just have a doctor see it."

The housekeeper didn't talk much and got busy.

However, Xia Jiu muttered, what kind of burning would make people stay awake for almost a long time, would this person just die of illness like this?

She finished her dinner and was about to go back to the room when she happened to encounter Chen Qi coming down from the upper floor, talking to the phone about work matters, and walking out while talking.

Xia Jiu didn't care too much. When she passed by the door of Shen Muhan's room, the door was open. She glanced in. The man was lying on the bed, motionless, it seemed that he had been lying down for a long time, and there was no sign of waking up.

Xia Jiu walked in slowly, watching from a distance, Shen Muhan's face was a little red because of the fever, even if he fell asleep, his brows were still creases, and he was cold and incomparable. Look like.

I have to say that this man was born with a good skin. Even if he was ill, lying there, it was impossible to ignore his handsome face. The five senses drawn on paper and pen are just right inlaid in each one. On the part, the chin line is cold and very scratchy, even when lying down, there is no trace of fat.

Xia Jiu subconsciously took a step closer, and remembered that the last time he was wounded by a gunshot, she was too close and was used as a prisoner's tool. After thinking about it, forget it.

She stepped outside and heard someone shouting behind her: "Water."

Shen Muhan's voice was particularly hoarse and low, as if it had been polished with sandpaper, and it was uncomfortable to hear it in the ears.

Xia Jiu quickened his pace and walked to the door of the room, just in time to see Aunt Zhang with a little maid passing by. Xia Jiu said, "Aunt Zhang, you can get some water for your young master. He wants to drink water."