loveless marriage

Cheng Tianqing suddenly covered his mouth.

When Lu Jing bit Cheng Tianqing's neck fiercely, Cheng Tianqing wanted to cry, but he swore that he would never talk nonsense again...

The weather was getting colder and colder, Lu Jing and Cheng Tianqing walked out of the prosperous gate, discussing to eat mutton soup pot at night.

Lu Jing's cell phone rang, he took it out and pressed the answer button, and slowly frowned: "Okay, I see, have you taken your medicine? If you still have a fever, go to the hospital..." Lu Jing hung up the phone, Look worried.

Cheng Tianqing asked suspiciously, "Lu Jing, what's wrong?"

Lu Jing looked at him, and said in a deep voice: "Butler Wang called me and said that Xiaoyu has a high fever." Cheng Tianqing was stunned, feeling a little sour in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face: "Have a high fever? Seriously?" Is it?" Lu Jing rubbed the center of his brows wearily, and said, "Butler Wang gave him medicine, and the fever hasn't subsided yet."

Lu Jing was very worried about Zhuo Yu. Cheng Tianqing knew that Lu Jing would never leave Zhuo Yu alone. He felt a little lost, but he pulled himself together and said, "Lu Jing, go and see him." Lu Jing frowned. Frowning, looking at him hesitantly.

Cheng Tianqing raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Zhuo Yu is weak, I know you are worried about him." If Zhuo Yu fell into a coma again, Lu Jing would definitely be in pain and feel guilty.

After all, Cheng Tianqing sympathized with Zhuo Yu.

Lu Jing thought for a while, then he held the phone tightly and said, "Tianqing, I'll go see him, I'll be back soon." Lu Jing kissed Cheng Tianqing's forehead, and walked forward quickly.

Cheng Tianqing looked at his back, folded his arms and sighed, the weather is getting colder and colder...

Lu Jing drove to the villa and opened the door. Butler Wang greeted him anxiously: "Master, you are here. Master Zhuo is in the room."

"Have you taken your medicine?" Lu Jing asked with a frown.

"Eat, but Young Master Zhuo is still in a coma, unconscious." Butler Wang's face was troubled, and he was in a coma... Lu Jing clenched his fists, walked towards the room, and said, "Why did this happen? I didn't ask you Take good care of him?"

Steward Wang followed behind him, with a guilty expression on his face: "Master, it's all my fault. During this time, Master Zhuo missed you very much. He didn't eat much, and he didn't wear much clothes. That's why he got sick."

Lu Jing opened the door and saw Zhuo Yu lying on the bed with a pale face and sweat on his forehead.

Lu Jing walked up to him and put his hand on Zhuo Yu's forehead, which was terribly hot. He turned around and said, "Housekeeper Wang, get ready, I'll take Xiaoyu to the hospital."

Zhuo Yu stretched out his hand and grabbed Lu Jing's wrist. Lu Jing was stunned, then lowered his head and said softly, "Xiaoyu, are you awake?" Zhuo Yu opened his eyes slightly, breathing weakly: "Brother Jing...really? Is that you? You came to see me."

"Yeah." Lu Jing leaned over, tucked the quilt for him, and said, "Are you better?" Zhuo Yu nodded, and said pitifully, "Take the medicine, and you're much better."

Lu Jing straightened up and said, "Then you have a good rest, Steward Wang, take care of Master Zhuo, and if you have a severe fever, go to the hospital." Just as Lu Jing was about to leave, Zhuo Yu sat up from the bed, hugged Lu Jing's waist, and said Shouting in panic, "Brother Jing, Brother Jing, don't go!! Don't leave me, please..."

Lu Jing had no choice but to stop, caressed his back, and said, "Xiaoyu, don't be afraid, lie down first."

"Brother Jing, don't go, don't go..." Zhuo Yu murmured with tears in his eyes.