Because Lin Haiyan had to be observed in the observation room, there were special medical staff guarding her.
Wen Xin went with Xiao Han to find Jun Mohan and Tian Xiuyu.
As for Jun Morou, she was only thinking about Jiang Yan and had completely forgotten the task her mother assigned to her.
She ran to the hospital and asked the nurses about Jiang Yan.
After making a confession to Zhang Jianjun, Tian Xiuyu sent him directly to the funeral home and decided to cremate him the next day.
After dealing with these matters, Jun Mohan invited a few people to have dinner together.
Xiao Han didn't want to go back home to see Zhang Guodong, but was embarrassed to disturb Wen Xin, so she went home with Tian Xiu Yu.
It was already past ten o'clock when she got home. Wen Xin fell on the sofa exhausted, feeling dizzy and as if something was pressing down on her head, making it too heavy to lift up.
Jun Mohan came over and brought a basin of water and placed it in front of her.
"Sit up."
"Ah!" Wen Xin turned her head around. She looked at his long legs standing in front of her in a daze. She opened and closed her mouth and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Wash your feet."
"Oh!" she murmured to herself, then closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep.
Her heart, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed and she felt more comfortable than ever before.
Half asleep, she felt a pair of smooth, slightly calloused hands caressing her feet, and warm water flowing over her feet. She was so sleepy that she couldn't even open her eyes.
After carefully washing her feet, Jun Mohan poured out the water and squatted down to help her wipe her saliva with a tissue. He couldn't help but shake his head, "You're so old, and you're still drooling."
Cover her up and go into the bathroom yourself.
Wen Xin dozed off for half an hour and then sat up. At this moment, the bathroom door opened.
She yawned and looked over, only to see that the man inside had just taken a shower. The white vest wrapped his perfect body tightly, his muscles were well-defined, his hair was dripping with water, and he was wearing casual shorts.
The beard was still wet.
There was a unique charm. Wen Xin was stunned and stared at him with wet eyes.
Jun Mohan waved his hand, "Come here."
"Ah!" Wen Xin was confused, but she still got up obediently. Then she found that her trouser legs were rolled up and her socks had been taken off.
What does she want to ask?
But in the end, she shut her mouth and walked towards him obediently.
After all, this man has mysophobia, how could he possibly wash her feet?
Standing next to Jun Mohan, she yawned and asked, "Why did you ask me to come here?"
Jun Mohan didn't say anything, went straight into the bathroom, wrung out the towel and walked out.
He held the back of her head with one hand and with the other hand placed the towel on her face and wiped it gently.
Wen Xin's eyes widened, her heart beating uncontrollably. A fresh scent of shower gel lingered between her nostrils. As he wiped, the water from the ends of her hair slid down his smooth cheeks. Wen Xin lowered her head and clearly saw the drop of water rolling down his neck, then stopping at his collarbone and then running into his clothes.
She raised her head slightly, and her forehead touched his tall nose, and she was stunned.
As if she had been electrocuted, she subconsciously stepped back and left the heat source, complaining in embarrassment: "Who asked you to wash my face? I'm not a child."
Jun Mohan then smiled and said, "Didn't you enjoy it just now?"
"Whoever enjoyed it, don't touch me," she said with embarrassment, snatched the towel from his hand, strode into the bathroom, then closed the door, leaned against the bathroom door and swallowed hard.
Damn, what does this man want to do all day long?
She was really not used to such intimate actions.
When he came out again, Jun Mohan was in the study, typing on the keyboard next to the computer, looking very focused.
This was the first time he brought his computer home to work, and it was also the first time Wen Xin saw him working so seriously that she couldn't help but take a few more glances at him.
The slender girl stretched her neck, stared at the man opposite with her eyes wide open, and a silly smile bloomed on her face. She didn't even notice that the man had come to her.
“Does it look good?”
The low and hoarse voice and the suddenly enlarged face made Wen Xin stop breathing for a moment. When she came to her senses, she almost fell to the ground. Jun Mohan reacted quickly and hugged her.
The temperature in the room rose as they hugged each other.
Her face was as red as the morning glow.
His brothers also came to visit, and Wen Xin's head turned pale, and her eyes unconsciously looked towards his legs.
"Hugs. Sorry."
She pushed him away and fled into the room.
She kicked the door shut, but it was not tightly closed, leaving a crack. She fell asleep on the bed in shame and anger.
"Haha! You little brat."
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
Jun Mohan finally finished the work he had missed today. He stretched himself and stood up, took off the towel around his neck, and when he was about to go to bed, he found that the warm door was ajar, so he leaned over to look, and saw that she was not covered with a quilt, revealing a pair of long legs.
The dim street lights from the neighborhood outside the window shone in, shining on her body. Jun Mohan pulled the quilt over her, then leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. Suddenly, the hot forehead seemed to burn his lips like charcoal fire.
He quickly reached over with the back of his hand, and that gentle and soft face suddenly began to become heavy.
She had a fever, and it was very high.
"Wen Xin, get up, let's go to the hospital," he shook her body anxiously, but the naked woman just turned over, hummed twice and continued to sleep soundly.
Her whole face was burning red, especially her cherry lips which were dark red.
Jun Mohan had never taken care of a sick person before, so he was a little caught off guard. He thought of his grandmother, but it was already two o'clock in the morning and he didn't want to disturb her.
She found a fever-reducing patch and helped her put it on. The cold feeling made Wen Xin frown in his sleep. She turned around, hooked her arms around his neck, and pulled him down.
Without any warning, she pulled him and his lips touched hers. The cool feeling made her hold his lips and kiss him comfortably.
Damn it!
That addictive kiss made him unable to control himself, but the woman in front of him was already unconscious, so he had to send her to the hospital.
Jun Mohan picked her up and ran downstairs.
Soon the car arrived at the hospital, and he carried her to see the doctor again. He heard her mumbling the word "evil god".
In the doctor's office, there was a male doctor in his fifties. He asked Jun Mohan to put Wen Xin on the bed, but Wen Xin kept pulling at his neck and refused to let go.
At this moment, her consciousness was blurred, her hands were restrained, and her whole hot head was pressed against his chest.
The doctor helped measure her temperature, which was 39.5 degrees. He immediately prescribed antipyretics and asked Jun Mohan to give them to her, while he went to prepare the injection water.
Jun Mohan finally pried her hands apart and let her lie down. He fed her the antipyretic medicine and she murmured warmly, "Sha Shen, don't touch me, don't touch me."
"......"
Jun Mohan was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He sat down, wondering who the evil spirit was in his mind.
......
After waking up, Wen Xin felt as if she was about to faint. Looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, she hurriedly got up, only to see Jun Mohan lying on the bed beside her, fast asleep, and there were traces of infusion on her hands.
At this moment, the doctor opened the door and walked in, saying calmly, "Check the next room."
Perhaps because he was too tired, Jun Mohan showed no signs of waking up.
Wen Xin didn't want to disturb him, so she motioned for the doctor to talk outside, and then she followed the doctor out and closed the door.
The middle-aged male doctor said, "You had a high fever and were confused last night. How do you feel now?"
She smiled warmly and said, "Thank you, doctor. I'm fine now."
"You're welcome. You should thank your husband. He's been so good to you. He held you in his arms the whole time. You kept clinging to his neck, making him sweat profusely. He was reluctant to let go of your hands and looked very nervous."
Wen Xin's eyelids twitched, and she was obviously a little surprised.
"Since you're fine, you can be discharged from the hospital soon! You must have caught a cold."
"Okay, thank you, doctor."
As soon as the doctor left, Wen Xin walked in, sat beside the bed, and looked at the sleeping man. Her heart was filled with a faint sweetness. She couldn't help but touch his eyebrows, then moved to the tip of his nose, and saw that he frowned.
She was so scared that she immediately withdrew her hand.
Jun Mohan woke up and met her sparkling eyes. He ran his five fingers through her hair and said, "You're awake."
"Um!"
He stood up and put the back of his hand over, "The fever is gone."
"Well! Thank you, uncle," she seemed to have thought of something, and said lightly: "The doctor just said that I can be discharged from the hospital, but..."
She covered her stomach, feeling a little embarrassed to speak, she was really very hungry.
Jun Mohan's eyes fell on her stomach. Seeing her wringing her hands in embarrassment, he whispered, "I'm hungry. What do you want to eat?"
“Pancakes.”
"No," he refused without even thinking.
"Why?" Wen Xin didn't notice that her voice had lost its usual tone and had a hint of coquettishness.
"You just had a fever, so you can only eat light food."
She hung her head, looking reluctant.
Jun Mohan stood up and said, "Just sit still. I'll go buy some porridge and tea eggs and come back to make you some medicine."
Wen Xin watched him leave, and then she realized that he was still wearing a vest, shorts and slippers. She couldn't help but smile, thinking, could this man not realize that he was going out dressed like this?
After walking out of the hospital gate, Jun Mohan realized that his muscles were blown by the cold wind under the gaze of many people. He felt ashamed. Fortunately, the weather in August was not cold, otherwise he would have become a laughing stock.
After buying porridge and eggs, he still bought a pancake that she loved.
I returned to the ward and handed her the porridge, then helped her peel the eggs. My warm gaze fell on the pancake next to me. She smiled and said, "Is this pancake mine?"
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