"Yin Ning Lu ......" Her helpless and sad crying made Luo Xijun's heart ache suddenly, and an inexplicable heart-occupying pain gradually spread from his heart outward, making him a little difficult to breathe. @151% look (book^net>?

He reached out and gently stroked the woman's hot forehead, whispering her name helplessly.

If you cherish each other, you will dream of fate; If you cherish each other, fate will be dusty; If you cherish each other, you will be in love......

Yi Ninglu, Luo Xijun, why does he have heartache, for an irrelevant woman...... And the heartache!!

For more than 20 years, he has had many women, all of whom are excellent and beautiful women, and among the women he has had, there is also one he loves deeply, but when he tried everything to marry her into the Luo family, something like that happened......

Yi Ninglu, what kind of person are you, and why can you arouse his softest heart......

"Okay, no? Mr. Luo, feed this to your lover, it's a little bitter, but the fever reduction effect is very good. ”

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then I saw the old man in white and the old woman walking in, one holding a bowl of black potion in his hand, and the other holding a cup of clear boiling water, walking quickly to the bedside.

"Huh? Oooh. Luo Xijun came back to his senses, restrained the godless pity on his body, restored his charming sunny breath, hurriedly reached under Yining's exposed armpit, took out the thermometer and handed it to the old man.

"Oops! You're all wrong...... I didn't measure it at all. The woman took a look, and immediately opened her mouth without hesitation, "Will you use this thing, your wife has such a high temperature, you have to measure it first, and make sure that she is within the normal high fever range, otherwise, you still have to hurry up and send it to the hospital, you are ......"

"Okay, old woman, feed the medicine quickly, you just need to measure it again." The old man in white interrupted the old woman's words, put the medicine bowl in his hand on the counter in front of the bed, turned his head and glanced at Luo Xijun, who looked embarrassed, smiled apologetically, and then said, "But according to my experience, this high fever of hers comes quickly and fiercely, which is somewhat different from ordinary high fever...... Forget it, let's feed the fever first, if not, Mr. Luo, you still have to hurry up and send her to the hospital. ”

The old woman glared at the old man, and then obediently picked up the medicine bowl and began to feed the unconscious Yin Ninglu, but since she was unconscious, she naturally wouldn't have consciously known that the black potion could only flow down slowly through her somewhat pale lips, wetting the white sheets on her chest.

"This ...... What to do? The old woman was a little anxious, stood up and asked the old man, and then handed the bowl to Luo Xijun, who was standing aside, "Come, your own wife, you feed yourself." ”

"...... me? How do I feed it? Luo Xijun was stunned, and before he could react, the bowl of slightly hot potion had been handed to him, and the bitter smell emitted from it made him, who had never drunk Chinese medicine, turn his head a little uncomfortably, "What kind of smell is this?" ”

"Your own wife, you can feed it as much as you want, this medicine will not harm the fetus, you don't have to worry." The old man took the old woman's hand and smiled at Luo Xijun and said.

What the!!

Luo Xijun's eyes widened, his narrow and charming eyes looked straight at the white-haired old man, and his empty finger pointed at Yi Ninglu, who was unconscious on the bed, and he rarely stuttered, "What...... What the? Fetus?! ”

"Yes, your wife is pregnant, but because the time is too short, there are no signs, but Lao Wang used to be a Chinese medicine practitioner, he studied diagnosis, and just now I took a look at it for your lover, although I am not sure how long she has been pregnant, but it should not be long."

The old woman seemed to be displeased with Luo Xijun's disbelieving gaze, and retorted a lot in one breath, and looked sideways at the old man with a look of admiration and joy.

Fetus...... From that night I met Yi Ninglu at the Maoyang International Hotel, to now, it has only been about a little more than a month, how can I get pregnant, that Mo Yutian, don't you know his own identity and what is about to happen! How can you let another woman conceive a child at such a time!

Although Luo Xijun has an inexplicable affection and throbbing for Yi Ninglu, he is still a little worried about things related to his sister's future, after all, Mo Yutian really wants to marry Luo Xinlan instead of Yi Ninglu.

"Oh no, her temperature is actually burning to forty-one degrees, old man, what can I do?"

When Luo Xijun was still silent in the unbelievable news, the anxious words of the old woman came to his ears, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

The night outside has completely darkened, and those dazzling stars are even more dazzling at this time, quietly overlooking everything in the room from the window, just like a pair of eyes with spiritual power.

"Quick, hurry up and send it to the hospital, I'm afraid that the fever is high, it's not good for the child, Mr. Luo......" The white-haired old man frowned slightly, looked up at Luo Xijun, who was standing on the side and came back to his senses, his eyes flashed with a strange look, but he didn't say it directly, just took the medicine bowl in Luo Xijun's hand and urged him, "Quick, Mr. Luo, you take your lover down, I'll go to drive, I want to send it to the hospital quickly, your lover's situation ...... It's a bit of a hassle. ”

After speaking, he turned his head to the old woman beside him and arranged, "Wife, you are not in good health, don't go, have a good rest, everything is with me, don't worry." ”

After that, he turned around and walked out of the room quickly, but before leaving, he glanced at Luo Xijun meaningfully, "Mr. Luo, you'd better hurry up, otherwise the fever will be high, and the child will not be able to save the ......"

The room fell silent again, and there was no sound except for the extremely uncomfortable breathing sound of Yin Ninglu.

Luo Xijun quietly stared at Yi Ninglu, who was completely unconscious on the bed, and the heavens and men were fighting and struggling in his mind.

What the old man said seemed to remind him intentionally or unintentionally: if it was too late, under the high fever, the child would definitely not be able to save it......

This is...... Mo Yutian's child!

At this moment, Luo Xijun suddenly had a feeling of wanting to commit a crime, but when he saw Yin Ninglu's pale and bloodless face, he felt an unbearable pain, and he couldn't help but want to hold her in his arms and love her well.

The child is Mo Yutian, this is absolutely inevitable, but why let him be the first to know the truth! If he delayed Yin Ninglu's treatment for a little time now, wouldn't this child be murdered by him in disguise?

No...... Although he loves Ailan like his father, he will not hurt a woman he wants because of Xinlan.

This thing...... There is another solution.

Thinking about this, a smile appeared on the corner of Luo Xijun's charming lips again, and he glanced at Yin Ninglu again, no longer hesitated, bent down to pick her up easily, and quickly ran downstairs.