Chapter 245 The Marshal Is Sick, Just Give Him a Beating 41

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Huo Jun looked at his little wife who was lying in his arms, and couldn't help but smile.

He bowed his head and kissed A Zhao's side face, and got up with a gentle force that would not disturb her, but was startled for a moment.

The soft and skin-friendly silk pajamas on his body were definitely not his own.

In fact, Huo Jun himself doesn't often wear these pajamas.

As a person who rolled with his father in the army before he was a teenager, "pajamas" is just a noun to Huo Jun.

When he was outside, he had to make sure that he could pack himself up as quickly as possible at any time.

Where is the time to change out of your pajamas and put your shirt back on under these circumstances?

and……

The impression of yesterday was still faintly in front of his eyes, he only remembered that he passed out.

So what's next?

Who brought him back?

Who...washed and changed clothes for herself?

Ah Zhao got up at this time.

She was a light sleeper, and was delayed by Huo Jun's wild thoughts, she naturally woke up.

"You're awake..." Before she was fully awake, she stretched out her hand towards Huo Jun, coquettishly, "Pull me up."

Huo Jun held her hand and gently moved her into his arms.

Ah Zhao suddenly threw himself into the warm embrace, and subconsciously closed his eyes, as if he wanted to sleep in this embrace.

Huo Jun shook her: "I can't sleep here, I have to get up."

A Zhao yawned, opened his eyes in bewilderment, and prepared to dress himself.

Huo Jun suddenly asked, "Who brought me back last night?"

Ah Zhao replied, "I am."

Huo Jun coughed lightly: "Then, who bathed me?"

Azhao paused for a moment, didn't speak, and continued to dress himself, but his ears were slightly red.

What did Huo Jun not understand?

Ah Zhao, who had just put on his coat, was caught in a firm embrace, and was kissed full by the handsome man in a good mood!

If it hadn't been for the consideration that her body was still not very good, Huo Dashuai would have almost prepared to go straight to the "spring night is bitter and short day is high, so the marshal won't get up from now on".

A Zhao buried himself in the quilt, and there was a small tooth mark on the base of his ear, which was so red that it was about to bleed.

Not long ago, Huo Jun hugged her from behind, bit her ear, and hit her with scorching breath:

"Ma'am, do you think I'm handsome enough to satisfy you?"

While Ah Zhao angrily scolded this guy for being shameless, he couldn't help but blush and recall his appearance without clothes: honey-colored chest, smooth and full chest muscles, strong and beautiful abdominal muscles, down...

cough.

Can't think about it anymore.

Huo Jun got dressed, didn't tease her anymore, and asked Lv Zhu to come in and wait for A Zhao to wash up. The two had breakfast together before going out.

Ah Zhao went to see the old doctor.

The old doctor is thinking about the prescription.

"Madam said you are handsome? Since the old man said it can be cured, then there must be no problem. By the way..." The old doctor took out a prescription and gave it to Zhao.

"This one is for Madam."

Ah Zhao was taken aback: "Me?"

The old doctor nodded: "Ma'am, lack of Qi and weak footsteps are symptoms of physical weakness..."

The old doctor said that he felt incredible: How can such a weak lady who looks like she is going to stop halfway can easily carry a handsome and big man?

But Azhao's pulse condition is a real congenital deficiency. Thinking about it, the old doctor can only attribute it to talent.