Gu Meng Zhenzhen was speechless, pushed Xiao Tao away, and quickly broke in.

in the room.

Huo Tingjun put the woman who had been trembling in his arms on the bed.

Thinking that the person who came in was Xiao Tao, he ordered in a low voice: "Bring her a set of clothes immediately." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand to unbutton her neckline.

The white gauze skirt was so wet that it could wring out water, and the fabric was clinging to the skin, revealing the pink bra inside......

Gu Meng rushed up and grabbed his hand: "Tingjun, there are so many servants in your family, do you need to do this kind of work?" ”

"Or, have you fallen in love with her and forgotten your promise to me?" Gu Meng asked with grievances in his eyes.

Huo Tingjun raised his eyes and looked at her with a strange look that he had never seen before.

She believes that men should feel guilty and should reflect on themselves.

However, his eyes were cool, and he crossed the disappointment: "Gu Meng, she is your sister, you really don't care for her at all?" ”

Gu Meng's expression trembled, as if a mask of hypocrisy was ruthlessly torn off by the man in front of him.

He saw it thoroughly.

Her face turned red: "Tingjun, I didn't mean that......"

Huo Ting didn't want to listen to her explanation, he roared coldly: "Little Peach! Bring your clothes. ”

Xiao Tao hurriedly answered.

"Cold ...... It's so cold......" Gu Xi muttered.

Huo Tingjun wrung his eyebrows and continued to undress her.

The woman on the bed squatted for hours in the raging storm.

She was pregnant with a child and was extremely weak.

Perhaps, it can no longer withstand a little bit of cold.

It's just that when the skirt was taken off, the continuous snow-white on his chest was exposed in front of him.

Huo Tingjunjun's face flushed, and he quickly turned his head.

Carefully ripped off the skirt, touched the corner of the quilt, lifted it, and covered her.

The servants came in and out, the doctors came and went, and Mrs. Huo and Huo Chenye all came in to see her.

Gu Meng was like a superfluous person, with the pestle on the side, and no one remembered it for a long time.

She stared at Huo Tingjun, who had never left the bedside from beginning to end, and then stared at Gu Xi, who was groggy and lying on the bed talking nonsense.

Sadness, disappointment, anger, jealousy, resentment.

All kinds of emotions are constantly alternating.

Huo Tingjun did his part, if you want to say that he said that Gu Xi is ruthless, the ghosts don't believe it!

Gu Meng gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the wind stopped, the rain passed, and night fell.

The Huo family was busy up and down for a long time.

Now, in the room, only he and her remained.

Huo Tingjun sat in front of the bed, his eyes fixed on the woman's pale face.

Heating, turned on sufficiently.

But the people in the bed still shivered from time to time.

"Cold ...... I'm so cold......" she kept babbling.

Gu Xi's consciousness was very heavy.

She felt like she was being thrown into an ice cellar, and a chill enveloped her, deep into her bone marrow.

Has she already gone to the underworld?

Otherwise, how can you not even feel a little warmth in the world?

Huo Tingjun took a look at the remote control, the temperature had been adjusted to the highest, why was she still cold?

"The fourth young grandmother was already weak, so she tossed it so much, she couldn't get out of bed again these days, let alone suffer a little bit of wind and cold, otherwise...... Don't say that the child can't be saved, the adult will fall into the root of the disease. ”

Doctor Zhao's words of quietly telling Mrs. Huo echoed in his ears.

"Mom...... Hug me, Xiaoxi is so cold......" She curled up like a cooked shrimp.

She looked so humble and weak.

A tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

Still murmuring: "Mom...... I'm so uncomfortable. ”

Huo Tingjun clenched the remote control in his hand, hesitated for two seconds, and threw it aside.

Get up, sit on the edge of the bed, slippers.

The quilt is gently lifted.

The woman's little hands clutched the corners of the quilt tightly, as if she were afraid of losing the only thing that could give her warmth.

Huo Tingjun knew that she couldn't hear, but he still leaned down and explained in her ear in a low voice: "Aren't you cold? I'll keep you warm. ”

There is nothing warmer than a person's body temperature.