The driver started the car, and the Emperor's sedan followed, and it was not until several streets were driven that the paparazzi who followed him were thrown off.

In the car, Mo Nanjue leaned sideways on the cushion, he was soaked, as if he had been salvaged from the water, Tong Ran helped him unbutton his shirt, simply tore the shirt off him, and then took out the spare shirt in the back of the car, and took a lot of effort to change it for him.

Wearing such soaked clothes is definitely going to catch a cold.

After changing, Tong Ran took the wet wipes to help him wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, and then patted his face, "Monan Jue?"

The man's thin lips pursed, obviously unable to hear what she was saying.

Tong Ran reached out and touched his forehead, his face was pale, but the temperature was still amazingly hot, she bit her lip and withdrew her hand, "Do you still feel pain?"

How can it be a good seizure......

Didn't Chen An say half a year to three years?

Is it shortened? Or is it ......? Are there any triggers for a flare-up?

"Water ......" The man leaning on the side tilted his head slightly and suddenly shouted out the word.

"Do you want to drink water?" Tong Ran hurriedly took the mineral water bottle on the side, unscrewed the lid and handed it to his lips, "Drink it slowly, it's cold, and then drink hot water when you go back." ”

But the water was handed to the man's lips, but he couldn't feed it.

Some of them were fed, and most of them slid down the corners of their delicate mouths.

After drinking like this, the shirt changed white again......

Tong Ran helped him wipe the corners of his mouth, then took a large mouthful of water in his mouth, put his arms around his neck, and pasted his lips on it.

Feeling the source of sweetness, Mo Nanjue twisted his eyebrows comfortably, swallowed the warm water source little by little, and the hand hanging by his side involuntarily raised and hugged Tong Ran's thin waist.

After a mouthful of water was fed to the fullest, it almost turned into an extremely hot kiss, and the tip of the man's tongue probed into her teeth as if he was chasing, and the force was a little heavy, as if he was relieving something.

Tong Ran knew that this would make him feel a lot more comfortable, and he didn't refuse, letting him kiss himself frantically.

……

Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the gate of the Emgrand Dragon Garden.

When getting out of the car, the maid wanted to help Mo Nanjue down, but the man hugged Tong Ran's waist tightly, and he had no choice but to help him to the master bedroom on the third floor with the help of the maid.

Chen An, who received the notice, turned directly from the way to Qianhuan.

Don't think about it, he must have been stuck in the middle of the road.

Tong Ran turned off the central air conditioner in the master bedroom and opened the window to let in fresh air.

When Chen An came, Mo Nanjue had changed into clean home clothes all over his body, the man was lying quietly on the bed, and Tong Ran was sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully wiping his sweat with a towel, and sticking his face to his forehead from time to time to make sure he was still feverish.

This scene was so beautiful that Chen An couldn't bear to break it for a while.

He suddenly became a little envious of Mo Nanjue, envious that he raised a woman who cared about him so much.

Steward Zhou walked in with his things, and saw Chen An standing there motionless, thinking that he was not easy to disturb, so he opened his mouth and said to Tong Ran, "Miss Tong, Young Master An is here." ”

Tong Ran stood up from the side of the bed, lowered his head and walked forward, "You...... I'll help him see first, I'll ...... I'm going to wring the towel. ”

"Miss Tong," Steward Zhou hurriedly stopped her, "the direction you are walking is the study." ”