My years of hidden marriage with the big boss - Chapter 2971

And come back this time, vomit more serious, Joe Mianmian whole person Fu on the toilet, vomit all over have no strength.

I feel like my stomach is about to spit out.

It’s the first time she’s had such a big reaction from flying.

When Mingming flew to m country, the plane also encountered bumps, and she didn’t feel sick like this.

Mo night division stands beside her, brow is tight Cu, see her affliction become so, it is distressed again is worry.

When I thought she was better, I handed her a glass of clean water.

“Mianmian, how do you feel now? Is it disgusting? Do you want to go to the hospital? ”

Joe Mianmian took the glass in his hand and gargled.

After gargling, Mo Yesi handed over a clean wet towel.

“No Joe Mianmian wiped his mouth clean and put one hand on the edge of the toilet to stand up.

Mo Ye Si bent down and held her directly.

Joe Mianmian quickly put his hand around his neck: “what are you doing? Let me down.”

“I think you’re going to throw up and collapse. Do you still have the strength to walk? I think I’d better go to the hospital and have a look. I’m not sure what you look like now. ”

Mo Ye Si took her out of the bathroom and put her on the soft big bed.

He reached out and touched Joe Mianmian’s forehead. After he was sure that he didn’t have a fever, he was a little relieved.

“I’m really OK.” Joe Mianmian has just finished vomiting. She feels much more comfortable and less nauseous. She thinks moyesi is exaggerating. She just vomites because of the turbulence of the plane, which is so serious that she has to go to the hospital.

Besides, she’s nothing now.

Mo night division or a face of don’t trust: “no, still have to let the doctor see.”. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, I’ll ask Lu Rao to come

Joe has a black thread.

What time is it?

At this point in time, Lu Rao might have been flirting with his wife. Just because she vomited normally, she called to ask someone to come. Isn’t it a bit too hypocritical.

If she were Lu Rao, she would swear.

“Moyesi, I’m really OK. Don’t disturb others when it’s so late. I’m so sleepy now. I want to sleep. After flying for more than ten hours, I just want to have a good sleep. ”

“If you call a doctor, you’ll have to toss about for at least another hour.”

“I’m really sleepy. Don’t work hard for such a small thing, OK?”

With that, she rubbed her eyes and yawned lazily, as if she was really sleepy.

Mo Ye Si hesitated: “do you still want to throw up now?”

Joe Mianmian shook his head: “I feel much better now.”

“Really sleepy?”

“Really, I’m so sleepy. You can’t see my eyes open.”

The man hesitated for a few seconds and nodded: “OK, then don’t ask Lu Rao to come here. But if you still feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, don’t hide it from me. If you want to throw up tomorrow, you have to go to the hospital

“Mm-hmm, husband, I know!” Joe Mianmian nodded.

Mo night division pulled quilt to cover for her, touch her head again, voice gentle of a mess of: “since sleepy, that sleep.”

“Husband, I want to hear you tell me a story today.” On the soft bed, Joe Mianmian closed his eyes, took moyesi’s hand, put his face on his palm, and said in a delicate voice, “tell me a story and coax me to sleep.”