Chapter 952 Honeymoon Baby (2)

Mu Zhilan called Zhao Zhiliang in when she saw Wushuang was dressed neatly.

Wushuang's eyes widened, perhaps because her face was thinner, she looked like a Barbie doll. "Even Uncle Zhao is here? This Mu Jinchen..."

She stroked her forehead with her little hand, wondering if he was making a big fuss.

"Look, Miss, your face has become thinner, and it hurts to look at it."

In Wu Ma's eyes, a plump and round face is the standard of health. When Wushuang first came to Shuangcheng International, she had a pointed chin. She tried every possible way to nourish her stomach. It was not easy to get better, but after returning from a trip abroad, it was back to its original state. How could Wu Ma not be heartbroken?

In her eyes, her main task was to keep the appetite of the young master and the young lady.

Wushuang struggled to get up, and then she found that she seemed to have no strength and felt a little sore.

Wu Ma hurried over to help her. When she touched Wushuang's body, she screamed again and touched Wushuang's forehead with her other hand, "Old Zhao, come and have a look. Is the young lady having a fever? Her body is warm, but her forehead is cold."

When Wu Ma said this, Mu Zhilan was also a little anxious, "Zhiliang, go and have a look. How can she have a fever in such a hot day?"

"Don't panic, don't panic. The young lady looks in good spirits. She won't have a high fever." Zhao Zhiliang, who has been with the old leader for decades, has also inherited the old leader's usual calmness.

"Take this and take the young lady's temperature."

Zhao Zhiliang took out a thermometer from the medical box and handed it to Wu Ma, then took Wushuang's hand and began to feel her pulse.

When feeling the pulse, Zhao Zhiliang's brows were tightly knitted.

Mu Jinchen took a quick shower, changed into clean clothes and came in to see Zhao Zhiliang, who was frowning, feeling Wushuang's pulse. This expression scared him. He knew how steady Uncle Zhao was. How could he have such an expression?

Was Wushuang in trouble?

He didn't care about his image. He walked to the bedside in a few seconds and took over Wu Ma's arms to hold Wushuang. His body temperature was higher than that of an ordinary person, but his face was cold when it touched Wushuang's forehead. His brows were frowned.

Before Mu Jinchen said anything, Wu Ma was already anxious, "My dear young master, the young lady has a fever. There is still water dripping on your head. Don't pass the cold air to her."

Mu Jinchen's face was away from Wushuang. He picked up the towel on his neck and wiped the water drops on his head, but he didn't bother Zhao Zhiliang.

Zhao Zhiliang's expression really scared everyone. He put down Wushuang's hand and changed his other hand to feel the pulse. His expression was equally solemn, which made Mu Jinchen tighten his arms around Wushuang's shoulders.

At this time, the master bedroom was so quiet that even a needle falling on the ground could be heard.

After a long time, Zhao Zhiliang calmly put down Wushuang's hand and looked at Wushuang's clear and calm eyes. He didn't say anything, but his eyes were asking with some tacit understanding.

Wushuang blinked heavily, nodded slightly, and there was a warm and faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Zhao Zhiliang's expression immediately became cheerful, and the wise eyes that had been precipitated by the years were all shining with a faint light, which was a kind of cheerfulness of spring flowers.

The other three were all confused by the riddle they played. What did this mean? One had a fever, and the other had a solemn face after taking the pulse. After looking at each other, they looked so happy...