Mo Wenchu ​​made another call. The quality of the food delivered this time was indeed far higher than that of the Chinese restaurant. However, after asking about the menu, Mo Wenchu ​​found that the only meal on the menu that was suitable for Gu Jue was only

vegetable salad.

Therefore, against the background of Mo Wenchu ​​eating meat, Gu Jue, who was guarding a box of vegetable salad, looked particularly pitiful.

"I want to drink porridge." Gu Jue took a bite of salad and looked at Mo Wenchu ​​and said.

Mo Wenchu ​​was already hungry, and now she has given up her image as a female star. While eating, she said to Gu Jue, "Then I can't help you if you want to drink porridge. There is only one Chinese restaurant here."

Gu Jue's eyes swept towards the door of the suite. The house Gu Jue rented this time was a suite. It had all the supporting facilities, including a full range of kitchenware.

Meeting Gu Jue's eyes, Mo Wenchu ​​immediately understood what he was thinking. She narrowed her eyes and asked in a calm tone: "Isn't 100 million to buy this hotel enough?"

Gu Jue frowned, a little confused.

Mo Wenchu: "Prepare a cash flow of 100 million, and I will help you cook porridge."

Mo Wenchu ​​angrily rejected Gu Jue's request.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Gu Jue's mouth, "Forget it, I'll just eat salad."

"You are sick now and need to supplement protein. I just asked the restaurant to prepare it, but it is a sick meal for you, so it will take some time."

In fact, Mo Wenchu ​​had already arranged everything when she ordered the meal, but she just wanted to see Gu Jue's flabby look, so she never told him.

Now Gu Jue already knew the little trick she had just played, and sighed slightly, "This is not the attitude you have to take care of patients."

"Then how can I take care of you so that you can be satisfied?"

Mo Wenchu ​​asked with a fake smile on her lips.

"Rub my shoulders for me." Gu Jue raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

Mo Wenchu:......??

"Gu Jue, I'm taking care of you because you have a cold. You must not push yourself too hard and make me anxious. Otherwise..." Mo Wenchu ​​rolled up her sleeves and said, "I have learned some simple things.

His moves should be more than enough when facing off against a patient like you."

"Okay, I won't argue with you anymore." Gu Jue took a sip of water, and when he put the cup on the table, he looked at Mo Wenchu ​​and said, "Would you like to go out and enjoy the sea breeze together?"

Mo Wenchu ​​frowned immediately when she heard this, "Blowing the sea breeze? I think you just think your illness is too mild."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door outside.

The staff at the hotel restaurant brought Gu Jue's patient meal, which was basically boiled meat, eggs and fruits. Mo Wenchu ​​delivered it to Gu Jue, "Take care of your health first, when will you cook it?"

If you quit, I will go for a walk with you."

While Mo Wenchu ​​was talking, her friend stretched out her hand to try Gu Jue's forehead, "It seems to be better than before. According to this trend, if you sleep tonight, it should be almost the same tomorrow morning."

"You just said that I would go out for a walk after I recover."

"Well, let's eat."

Mo Wenchu ​​nodded and handed the chopsticks to Gu Jue.

Gu Jue lowered his head and ate obediently. In a short time, the meal that had just been delivered was completely eaten.

Mo Wenchu ​​tidied up the lunch box briefly, and after finishing her work, she went to try Gu Jue's forehead.

"It should be possible to keep the fever down tomorrow morning." Mo Wenchu ​​glanced at the direction of the bathroom while speaking, "You can take a hot bath in a while, which will help your recovery."

"Um."

When it comes to taking a bath, Mo Wenchu ​​is in a dilemma.

After she injured her leg, the maid at home has always been responsible for her washing, but now, there is definitely no maid...

Looking at Gu Jue on the side, Mo Wenchu ​​frowned.

Silently turning the wheelchair to the side, Mo Wenchu ​​struggled with the entanglements in her heart, but in a blink of an eye it was time to rest. Gu Jue had already taken a hot bath and walked out of the bathroom. He rubbed his hair with a towel and asked

: "Do you want my help?"

"No!" Mo Wenchu ​​simply refused, pushed the wheelchair directly into the bathroom, and locked the door to prevent Gu Jue from breaking in.

It was extremely difficult for Mo Wen to take a shower at the beginning, but fortunately, she finished it smoothly in the end, and she felt refreshed when she went out.

Although the room is a suite, there is only one bed.

When she first saw the layout of the room after entering the door, Mo Wenchu ​​reasonably suspected that this was Gu Jue's deliberate arrangement.

She came to the bed reluctantly, and at the same time pushed Gu Jue aside, "You stay away from me?"

Gu Jue:?

"You probably have the flu, it's contagious." Mo Wenchu ​​said in a tone of voice.

The puzzlement in Gu Jue's eyes turned into confusion, but he did follow Mo Wenchu's arrangement and lay down beside the bed, keeping a certain distance from her.

Gu Jue's attitude was cooperative, but as soon as she fell asleep, Mo Wenchu ​​began her own path of "seeking death."

She unconsciously moved closer to Gu Jue, and finally she even snuggled into Gu Jue's arms.

Gu Jue held his breath and concentrated, looking at the sleeping person in his arms, his Adam's apple turning up and down.

The rationality he maintained at all times suppressed the most primitive impulse in his heart at the last moment.

Gu Jue gently pulled out his body, got out of bed, and came to the sofa with the quilt in his arms.

After a peaceful night's sleep, Mo Wen woke up feeling refreshed. She turned over carelessly, but in her semi-awake state, she suddenly thought of something and patted the place beside her with her hand -

no one?!

Mo Wenchu ​​immediately sat up in shock and went to look for Gu Jue's whereabouts without even having time to straighten her messy hair.

After getting out of bed, Mo Wenchu ​​finally saw Gu Jue's figure on the sofa.

The other person's body curled up into a ball, and his face looked even worse than last night.

Mo Wenchu ​​frowned and turned the wheelchair to the sofa, reaching out to shake Gu Jue's shoulder, "Gu Jue?"

Gu Jue opened his eyes anxiously, and when he saw Mo Wenchu, a smile appeared on his thin lips, "Are you awake?"

Mo Wenchu ​​was touching Gu Jue's forehead at this time, and there was no trace of joy on her face, "Still smiling? You have completely returned to before liberation overnight, and all your efforts yesterday were in vain."

"It does seem uncomfortable."

Gu Jue tried to sit up, but after curling up on the sofa all night, his shoulders were a little painful from the pressure.

Mo Wenchu ​​looked at his uncomfortable look, pursed her lips and reached out to help, "Hurry up and lie down on the bed."

"good."

With Mo Wenchu's help, Gu Jue returned to bed smoothly.

"hungry."

Mo Wenchu ​​covered Gu Jue with the quilt, returned to the wheelchair and picked up the mobile phone beside her, "Then I will ask them to bring breakfast now."
Chapter completed!