Transmigrated as the Stepmother of The Male Protagonist of a Wealthy Family

Chapter 23: The stinking curly boy

Wen Yuduo walked to open the door and saw Zhou Zhiyue standing outside the door. He was wearing dark gray sportswear, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and a slightly red complexion. He had obviously just finished his morning exercise.

　　"Are you sick?" Zhou Zhiyue took off a pair of headphones, lowered his head and came closer to Wen Yuduo, with a hint of worry between his brows.

　　Wen Tuduo's face was pale and haggard, her eyelids were a little swollen, her lips were bloodless, and she looked very uncomfortable.

　　After she opened the door for Zhou Zhiyue, she immediately got back into bed and glanced at the man who had not entered the room with a pair of watery eyes.

　　Zhou Zhiyue had no choice but to walk to her bedside and look down at her with a frown.

　　"This morning, as soon as I got up, I felt very uncomfortable. I had a headache, waist pain, hand pain, and a very sore throat. My whole body felt like I had been run over by a truck." Wen Yuduo wrinkled her red nose, looking aggrieved. Poor, with a hoarse voice, she said coquettishly: "Can you touch me to see if I have a fever?"

　　Hearing this, Zhou Zhiyue leaned forward helplessly and placed his rough palm gently on her forehead.

　　The skin on my forehead is as delicate as warm jade. At this time, I feel slightly hot flashes.

　　Zhou Zhiyue seemed to have been burned by something. He quickly put his hands behind his back and said seriously: "I asked Dr. Lin to come over and take a look."

　　Wen Yuduo pulled up the quilt, only revealing a pair of eyes, "I must have been infected by this brat Zhou Shaoyu. I don't care, you come to take him with you these days, and he is willing to follow you now."

　　Zhou Zhiyue glanced at Zhou Shaoyu, who was still sleeping soundly on the children's bed, and said quietly: "You have a good rest and don't worry about anything else."

　　"Ahem..." Wen Yuduo covered her lips and coughed, with a few sparkling tears in her eyes, "That, Zhou Zhiyue."

Wen Yuduo's condition was more serious than he thought. Zhou Zhiyue's jaw tensed slightly and his expression was solemn, "What's wrong?"

　　"I really want to drink rock sugar, snow pear and white fungus soup now. Can you tell the kitchen for me?" This is the sugar water that her mother would make for her when her throat felt uncomfortable in the autumn and winter of her previous life.

　　A few green-white thin fingers gently tugged at the corner of Zhou Zhiyue's clothes, and his clear spring-like eyes looked at him from bottom to top, "I want the kind that is full of gelatin."

　　"No problem." Zhou Zhiyue silently wrote down the white fungus soup she just mentioned before turning around and going out.

　　He walked to the door and thought of something again. He turned around and said, "I asked Butler Cen to take Shao Yu away first. Don't let him affect your rest."

　　"Okay. By the way, thank you for the workers' compensation." Wen Yuduo smiled weakly at him.

　　Zhou Zhiyue nodded slightly and gently closed the door.

　　Three minutes later, Butler Cen came to Wen Tuduo's room in a hurry, with an expression of concern that could not be concealed, "Madam, are you okay?"

　　"It's okay...ahem." Wen Tuduo waved his hand.

　　"Don't worry? The young master will be left to us!"

　　Housekeeper Cen immediately picked up Zhou Shaoyu who was lying on the children's bed and left with Zhou Shaoyu who was still drooling and half asleep.