A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 127 Mr. Zhou is distressed

"Perhaps, Mr. Zhou is that kind of person."

Guomu had to admit that there were all kinds of people in this world.

It is not ruled out that some people express their emotions in an invisible way, and others cannot feel it at all.

People like Mr. Zhou have their status.

Wouldn't it be surprising to let him be as crazy about a woman as an ordinary man?

Isn’t it unrealistic?

"It seems you have to stay here for two days." Lu Zeng touched Huo Yan's forehead and said.

Guomu shook his head:

"I have to go back to the capital soon. I've been transferred here."

Lu Zeng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Guo Mu:

"really?"

Guomu smiled. Could he still be deceived?

Zhuang Zhoucheng's villa only hired hourly workers, who came around ten o'clock in the morning.

Zhuang Zhoucheng felt that it was unnecessary to hire a long-term worker, as he disliked having outsiders in the house.

When the hourly worker came over, Lu Zeng asked someone to cook some porridge for the girl to eat when she woke up.

Lu Zeng was guarding outside the room. Zhuang Zhoucheng came back early at noon and had not yet finished get off work when he got home.

It seems that he is still hanging on to the sick woman.

"Master."

Lu Zeng tactfully went downstairs and left.

Zhuang Zhoucheng pushed the door open and walked in. He was not disgusted by the strange smell in the room.

He took off his coat and put it on the sofa, then walked towards the bed and looked at the woman lying on it.

Because of the high fever, Huo Yan's body was completely turned out of the quilt.

The air conditioner was on in the room, but he probably got cold again after the temperature returned to normal. He curled up into a small ball, with his hair disheveled and his abnormally red face with only a small part exposed.

Zhuang Zhoucheng sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to pull the quilt over her.

He touched her forehead and frowned slightly:

Why is it still so hot?

The quilt was completely covered on her body, and his big palm held her hand under the quilt, rubbing it gently and heavily.

Zhuang Zhoucheng didn't feel much about her mother's death. After all, it wasn't his own mother who had passed away, and he never gave extra sympathy to outsiders.

As for his previous charitable donations, it was not because this gentleman was so caring. It was simply an act to shape his image.

Not being cold-blooded is the minimum requirement to be a good businessman.

Huo Yan covered herself with the quilt and began to sweat again. Zhuang Zhoucheng's palm, which was holding her hand, felt like a branding iron, very hot.

His big hand reached into her clothes and found her body was wet. She was probably uncomfortable because of the sweat, so she slept very uneasily.

Zhuang Zhoucheng thought about it and decided to just take a simple shower. It would be fine as long as he didn’t catch a cold. After taking a shower, he would at least be able to sleep well, right?

Zhuang Zhoucheng put Huo Yan into the hot water, and after it had boiled for a while, he fished her out, wrapped her in a bath towel, and put her back on the bed.

Probably because I felt that the quilt was covered with hot sweat, and I felt refreshed, so it would be uncomfortable to sleep on it again.

So they just fished the man out again and changed all the bedding.

After finishing it, he was finally satisfied and put the person who was freezing on the sofa aside back.

"Huo Yan?"

Zhuang Zhoucheng called out when he saw her open her eyes, and reached out to gently touch her dry lips.

Huo Yan opened his eyes, but unfortunately, he closed them again the next moment.

The young face turned to the side and rubbed against the soft quilt unconsciously.

Zhuang Zhoucheng held her chin with his big hand, gripped her neck loosely, and then moved up to rub the skin on her face.

Sure enough, it was noon. After taking a look at the person lying on the bed, he gave him an injection without saying a word.

Zhuang Zhoucheng's eyes hurt at the refreshing feeling.

Huo Yan probably felt the pain and opened his eyes, looking tearful and pitiful.