Sweet spoiled wife: Mr. Fu spoiled his wife too much

His whole body was cold, his brain was groggy, and he kept falling into deeper dreams.

Gu Xiaoman moved her fingers in panic, but found that she seemed to be drowning, her body was so heavy that she couldn't even lift her fingers.

Her eyelids were heavy as if stuck with glue, she struggled to open them, her curled eyelashes fluttered a few times, but she couldn't open them no matter what.

"Xiao Man? Xiao Man?"

Who is calling her?
Why is the voice so familiar?

Before he had time to think about who was talking in his ear, he fell asleep again in a drowsy state in his head.

Frowning and looking at Gu Xiaoman who was frowning on the big bed and obviously having a fever, Fu Wenyao's face was gloomy, and his intimidating aura kept surging around him.

"What's the matter? I heard that my sister-in-law has a fever?"

Yang You hurried in from the door, his pajamas were unbuttoned in a mess, with a bunch of hair sticking out on his head, it was obvious that he had just been woken up from a dream.

Fu Wenyao's face was covered with a layer of frost, and he remained silent.

Uncle Jiang glanced at Fu Wenyao, and carefully explained to Yang You.

"The windows in the room are not closed. Madam has not been in good health for a few days. It may be because of the cold wind."

Yang You deftly took Gu Xiaoman's temperature, and when he saw the number on the thermometer, he was startled and drowsy and ran away, commanding the servant with a serious face.

"Bring me the medicine box on my bedside table, please."

The servant shouted anxiously, thinking that Gu Xiaoman had a low-grade fever, and Fu Wenyao was careless, so he just grabbed the thermometer and hurried over immediately.

Who knew that Gu Xiaoman didn't play cards according to common sense at all, and he burned to 39° as soon as he burned it. As expected of a mother and daughter, one is scarier than the other.

Seeing that the air pressure around Fu Wenyao was getting lower and lower, Yang You suddenly woke up, and quickly comforted him: "Little sister-in-law has weak body resistance, plus she was frightened a lot at night, and the cold wind blows, so she has a severe fever. "

"How many?"

Yang You sighed inwardly, and obediently said: "39°"

The temperature in the room plummeted, and Fu Wenyao didn't move, still maintaining the posture of looking down at Gu Xiaoman.

Sensing Fu Wenyao's anger, everyone was frightened into a cold sweat, and subconsciously breathed lightly. No one dared to touch his bad luck at this time.

As soon as the servant who was going to get the medicine box stepped into the room, he noticed that the atmosphere in the room was not right, and his hands trembled in fright, and he almost couldn't hold the medicine box in his hand.

The servant turned pale with fright, and quickly held the medicine box with both hands, like holding a jade seal, and put the medicine box on the bedside table with great care.

His actions were too respectful and pious, Yang You was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he was not going to give Gu Xiaoman an infusion, but that he was going to inherit the throne soon.

A sharp gaze shot from the side, and Yang You shivered, dispelling the messy thoughts in his mind.

After getting ready, he was about to lift Gu Xiaoman's sleeves, but Fu Wenyao was already one step ahead of him, taking Gu Xiaoman's arms out of the quilt, and rolled up his sleeves.

Yang You: "..."

Facing Fu Wenyao's deep gaze, Yang You became nervous for no reason, and a lot of sweat oozed from his palms.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to ignore Fu Wenyao's threatening gaze, and focused on giving Gu Xiaoman the needle.

The servants on the side also quietly watched his movements, and Qiqi breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the needle go in.

"Well, the body temperature should drop slowly."

Yang You yawned big, "I'll go back to sleep first, call me again if you need something."

After speaking, he lifted the medicine box and walked away under the envious eyes of all the servants.