Chapter 331: No sickness to work

"Wu Ma." Ji Jinchuan interrupted Wu Ma's words, with a faint expression on her faint face, and handed her the thermometer in her hand. "She should take her temperature."
Mother Wu responded and gave Shen Youran the thermometer. Shen Youran unbuttoned the top two buttons of her pajamas and clamped the thermometer under her armpit.
Ji Jinchuan sat back on the sofa. His upper body was wearing a V-neck thin shirt, exposed with a collarbone, and his eating movements were slow, elegant and elegant.
Ma Wu sat by the bed and waited for Shen Youran to measure the temperature. The elderly people would inevitably break their thoughts: "Young lady, no matter what happens, you must cherish your own body. It was so heavy rain last night. With a child, how can it rain?"
"Yesterday, my phone was out of power and I couldn't make a call. I had to come back in the rain." Shen Youran leaned on the pillow. Although talking to Wu Ma, Yu Guang was a man glancing at the sofa.
She said that Wu Ma had no doubt about him: "What is the scald on you?"
The temperature of the bath water was adjusted, and the temperature was appropriate. How could there be large burns on her body?
Shen Youran digressed: "Ma, Wu, I am thirsty, can you pour a glass of water for me?"
Wu Ma said, "Hey," went downstairs with a drinking glass, and came back two minutes later, holding a cup of hot water in her hand.
She took a thank-you and took a few sips. Mother Wu said something that the girl would like to cherish her body, and probably forgot about the burn.
Ji Jinchuan ate his chopsticks after only a few bites, walked to the bed and looked at Shen Youran: "It's almost time."
Shen Youran took a thermometer from his armpit and handed it to him. He took a look and said: "Thirty-eight degrees, still having a fever." He looked at Wu Ma and said, "You wipe her body with alcohol again." ."
Mom Wu took alcohol and towels. He was holding the computer and documents and was going to the study. He walked to the door and stagnate at the foot of the door: "She hurts you a little bit lighter. If anything comes to the study to call me."
Ma Wu answered: "Okay, young master."
Ji Jinchuan entered the study, took a document and opened it, and after a long while did not read a word, took a box of cigarettes from the drawer and pulled out a lighter in his mouth to light it.
Ma Wu wiped Shen Youran's body, gave her medicine again, and then went busy.
The high fever hadn't faded, and her head was still dazed. Shen Youran slept over. I didn't know how long it took. The bed beside her fell into it. She subconsciously posted it to the man and muttered: "Are you busy?"
As soon as Ji Jinchuan lay down, she got into her arms. Her high fever had not faded, and her body was burning like a flame.
He was afraid of waking her when he entered the room, so he didn’t turn on the lights. The room was dark. He hugged her lightly and hugged her two hands in his arms so that she wouldn’t roll over and hurt herself in the middle of the night:
Well, Go to sleep."
Her head was buried in his chest, and her voice was soft: "Remember to call me to work tomorrow, it will be boring at home alone."
The sick person is the most vulnerable. Her soft waxy voice flicked over his heart like a feather. He touched her head: "I asked you three days off."
Her nasal voice "huh" sounded loudly, and a minute later, she realized what he said after reacting, and her head looked up from his chest: "Tomorrow will be ill, you can go to work."
Ji Jinchuan pressed her head into her chest: "There is no bonus to go to work with illness."
"But one by one"