Unexpectedly, Gu Yanhao would be so smart to find Dongfang Xuan.
Song Wuyou bit his lower lip, was it the words he said before he passed out that made him suspicious
Song Wuyou now regrets that she let go of the horse rope, she is doing death.
Knowing that this body is still very weak, why did you let yourself fall off the horse's back
Let's see, let's not say that I was hospitalized, and I haven't doubted it yet.
Look, look, I wanted Gu Yanhao to blame Song Jiuyue, but he didn't say a word to blame Song Jiuyue.
People like Song Jiuyue so much, why would they blame her for pulling out the horse's tail
Song Wuyou felt that it was really irrational for him to lift this rock to hit his own foot.
Behind her, Gu Yanhao, who had crossed his legs, looked at her fixedly.
Eyes, deeper and deeper—
...
...
This night, Song Wuyou didn't sleep much, and Gu Yanhao didn't sleep much either.
One was lying on the bed, the other was lying on the sofa, in a daze, and it was dawn.
As soon as the window turned white, Gu Yanhao suddenly sat up from the sofa.
His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and the brows raised.
He was so sleepy that he didn't sleep much, but he was dreaming
He had a very strange dream.
Dreaming that I am the emperor of X Dynasty, Song Wuyou is Song Guifei—
"Ahem..."
Song Wuyou's coughing brought back Gu Yanhao, the wandering god.
Gu Yanhao raised his eyes and looked at Song Wuyou.
Song Wuyou curled up and coughed continuously.
She was drowsy and couldn't sleep because her mind was so messed up.
As soon as I fell asleep, I would have all kinds of strange dreams.
When the sky is getting brighter, the throat is itchy, and the cough will be more comfortable.
"Cough cough... cough cough..."
Hearing her strange coughing sound, Gu Yanhao got up quickly and strode over.
He leaned over to support his shoulder that was trembling because of coughing, "Song Wuyou?"
This touch made Gu Yanhao startled, and suddenly stretched out her hand to her forehead.
She has a high fever!
Gu Yanhao pulled her over, and sure enough, her face was burning red.
"You have a fever!" A hint of worry flashed across Gu Yanhao's deep eyes.
"..." It turned out that I had a high fever. No wonder my mind was so uncomfortable and I kept having strange dreams.
"I'm calling a doctor." Gu Yanhao helped her to sit on the bed by herself, and rang the calling bell with the other hand.
"Uncomfortable..." Song Wuyou leaned on his chest and muttered in a low voice.
"It will be fine when the doctor comes." Gu Yanhao felt sorry for her, and gently touched her forehead and face with both hands.
"Ahem..." Song Wuyou coughed again, she raised her eyes with difficulty, and glanced at Gu Yanhao.
Seeing his nervous and distressed eyes, she smiled and asked weakly, "Are you caring about me?"
"You are my wife, I don't care about you, who do I care about?"
"Gu Yanhao, haven't you always been bored with me and want to divorce me?"
Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows, silly woman, if he keeps getting tired of her, will he marry her
"You have burned like this, and you still have the mind to take care of this?"
"Last night, I had a very strange dream."
Gu Yanhao's heart tightened, "What dream?"
"I died, and my soul went to another world."
"Nonsense!" Gu Yanhao shouted: "Death is death, where does the soul come from!"
Song Wuyou smiled wryly, "It's just a dream..."
"Dreams are always the opposite. If you dream that you are dead, it means that you will recover soon and be discharged from the hospital."
"hope so… "
Soon, the doctor on duty came.
He thoroughly checked Song Wuyou's body.