Young Master Jun’s 100 Techniques to Spoil His Wife

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Jun Mohan drove halfway and felt that Feng Sujin was a bit wrong. She reached out and touched her head.

Jun Mohan's hands trembled as if his heart was hurting.

He hurriedly turned the car and took her to the hospital.

When Jun Mohan was on the bus, he called Qiu Wenyu urgently, so as soon as Feng Sujin was sent to the hospital, Qiu Wenyu arranged for someone to give Feng Sujin treatment.

Jun Mohan guarded Feng Sujin in front of the hospital bed, watched her hang a bottle, and held her other hand tightly with both hands.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he deeply reproached himself.

After Qiu Wenzhen was done, he looked at Feng Sujin in the hospital bed and looked at Jun Mohan, and couldn't help but say, "Her body is stretched for a long time, her inside is fragile, and she can't stand it three or two times. "

Jun Mohan knew the implied meaning in Qiu Wenyu's words, and knew that the heartache hurt most.

"It is my fault."

Qiu Wen sighed. At the beginning, he felt that Feng Sujin might not be worthy of Jun Mohan. At that time, he had no deep impression on her.

Later, he discovered that Feng Sujin had a lot of problems both in body and heart!

He didn't know when she felt pity for this woman.

He had seen so many patients, but few were like Feng Sujin, who was injured but still struggling to live strong and hard, as if her spirit was iron.

"Don't worry, she won't be hurt if she burns down after hanging the bottle, but now in the cold winter, don't let her blow the cold wind overnight."

Jun Mohan's throat was astringent, "I will take care of her in the future."

In fact, Feng Sujin was sick and uncomfortable. His heart was even more uncomfortable than her. He hated not having a fever for her and hurting her.

"It doesn't look very good for you. Go to rest first, she will be fine."

Jun Mohan shook his head and insisted, "I am here to guard her."

She didn't wake up, how could he have the heart to rest.

When Feng Sujin had a fever and lethargy, she dreamed of many scenes.

She dreamed that a delicate girl in a princess dress, holding a doll in her hand, quietly passed through a hidden hole in a villa and ran out.

She ran happily, looking back from time to time, seemingly afraid of being found.

Then she met a teenager in an alleyway not far away. The teenager couldn't see his face clearly, but his temperament was outstanding.

When the little girl saw the teenager, she had the brightest smile on her face, "Brother Han."

Feng Sujin couldn't understand what the boy said.

But she could see the boy gently touching the girl's head.

Little girl, carefully take out something from the little cloth bag and give it to the teenager.

There seemed to be dim sum in it, because she ran too fast and broke up, but the teenager picked it up and ate it with a bite.

In the dream, Feng Sujin could feel the special warm atmosphere lingering between the two.

The scene changed, and later, she saw the thunderous rainy day, and the girl ran out again, but this time, she saw the teenager being taken into a car by several adults from afar.

She ran and ran anxiously, trying to catch up, but she was too young to run.

Later, she fell to the ground several times, her ragdoll was stained, her clothes were stained, and the unbearable cake in her small pocket was squashed.

When she could n’t see the car again, she wanted to cry, but she seemed to be a girl who could n’t cry. She had blood in her eyes, she was very sad, but she could n’t cry, but her body was wet with rain .

"Brother Han, brother Han ..."

Feng Sujin suddenly woke up and sat up, "Brother Han!"