Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

Chapter 150: It’s really annoying!

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Jun Mohan rubbed his head with one hand. It was really terrible. His little wife was still suffering from a fever and was as noisy as a little girl.

He could only coax.

Feng Sujin leaned in Jun Mohan's arms, feeling a little awake, "I used to use wet towels to cool down when I had a fever..."

After hearing such words, Jun Mohan thought of some native methods.

Feng Sujin didn't want to go to the hospital, and he couldn't contact Qiu Wenzheng for the time being. He couldn't call other doctors to his home, so he didn't feel relieved, so he could only try some home-made methods.

Before, when he was in the special forces, he used local methods during missions, life and death, and when he was sick.

Jun Mohan carried Feng Sujin back to the bedroom, took off her clothes and changed into her pajamas.

When I was changing her clothes before, Feng Sujin was asleep and relatively quiet.

At this moment, Feng Sujin was half asleep and half awake. She was a little confused due to fever and was very clingy to Jun Mohan. She hugged him for a while, said he was hot for a while, and just rubbed against him.

Jun Mohan was helpless and even had a headache, so he said helplessly: "It's really annoying!"

Not only was it annoying, but he was also making a fuss, but he could do nothing but coax her, who made her have a fever and become delirious now.

Jun Mohan took out the wine, dipped it in a towel and wiped Feng Sujin's body, using local methods to cool down.

All night long, Jun Mohan guarded Feng Sujin.

Feng Sujin said over and over again, holding Jun Mohan in her arms when she was confused, "Mom, don't go, don't go..."

"It's so cold, I'm scared..."

"Don't hit me...I'm obedient..."

"Sister, don't cry, sister..."

"Dad, I don't have a mother or father anymore... Dad doesn't want to die..."

Feng Sujin kept murmuring words like this, as if she regarded Jun Mohan as a relative, grabbing and hugging him and not letting go.

Jun Mohan felt the strength in his waist, and when he heard Feng Sujin's words, his heart hurt slightly.

What has his little wife experienced before

He looks very strong on weekdays, but when he has a fever and is confused, he is so fragile, as if he could break at the touch of a touch.

Jun Mohan could only whisper softly in her ear: "Don't be afraid, I'm here... If I don't leave, I won't leave. I will always be by your side..."

Perhaps Jun Mohan's words had a soothing flavor, and Feng Sujin gradually calmed down and fell asleep peacefully.

Jun Mohan sighed and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

After Feng Sujin's fever completely subsided, it was already the early morning of the next day.

Jun Mohan didn't want to rest and sleep anymore. He covered Feng Sujin with a quilt, then walked to the balcony and made a phone call.

"Check for me, who in the Feng family has made a move on Feng Sujin?"

"And Zhuang Zhiping, who was captured before, ordered people to entertain more according to the rules, so he said it was my order." This reception naturally has a deep meaning.

Jun Mohan really wanted to deal with the people of the Feng family one by one, but if that was the case, Feng Sujin would not be able to vent the frustration in her heart.

Only if she personally demands everything back from the Feng family will she feel comfortable.

So Jun Mohan endured it for the time being, but it was still okay to punish some people secretly.

Two hours later, Jun Mohan received a piece of information in his hand, which contained a rough record of everything the Feng family did to Feng Sujin.

After reading it, Jun Mohan's eyes flashed with coldness, and he felt so cold that he broke the pen with one hand.

"These people in the Feng family are really impatient!"

Then, Jun Mohan made a phone call and explained some things. He would not let go of anyone who had hurt Feng Sujin.

Early in the morning, Yuan Luyi's father, Yuan Libin, was dismissed from his post because of a project in a political department.