Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

The boss was shaking and shaking his mustache. After all, he didn't say anything. He lived in the handsome house with a grunt.

Luckily, the medicine was really effective. At night, Zhao's fever was controlled.

The whole province is relieved, and green bamboo is all the more thankful.

As someone who served Zhao closely, Zhao had an accident and she could not absolve herself of her responsibilities.

Towards dawn, A Zhaofeng had retreated and people woke up.

Kept her breathless all night.

“Huo Jun?” Zhao just opened his eyes and saw a familiar figure, blurred.

Huo Jun's voice was a little mute: "Are you awake? Are you still upset? ”

It's a little rough.

Dry voice, sore and sore, skin still itchy.

But Zhao didn't say anything and shouted at him again: "Aren't you mad at me? ”

Huo Jun tightened his lips and looked at the people in bed with the light on.

That's how she is. She never seems to catch the point.

Or she's always different from the others.

So alone.

How could he get angry?

He broke the jar and fell down, flanking her face.

“I'm not angry. ”

Ah Zhao's heart relaxed.

Huo Jun won't lie to her. He says he won't be angry anymore, so he's really not angry anymore.

With such reassurance, she began to be delicate.

“Liar, you ignored me so long ago.” She complained softly.

Huo Jun shook her hand with a good temper: “I'm busy... OK, I'm sorry, it's my fault. Not anymore. ”

A Zhao smiled satisfied and finally began humming: “I'm thirsty...”

The Great Handsome House lights up a lot.

Huo Jun personally fed Azhao warm water, and asked him to drag the poor old doctor out of the warm nest to check it out. After making sure there was nothing to eat, he asked Green Bamboo to bring the porridge dishes that had been prepared in the kitchen.

After eating, Zhao began to suffer after being weak and seriously ill.

Huo Jun stood by her side and watched as her divine color gradually became quiet and her breathing slowly became light before she got up.

The colour of the gods became cold again, and the tenderness of Azhao disappeared in front of the others.

He went straight to Mrs. Six's yard.

Neither Huo Xianxian nor Mrs. Six slept.

After Huo Xianxian returned, he told the Sixth Mistress about Azhao's serious illness. After a moment of shock, the Sixth Mistress actually sighed.

“The fruit really shouldn't be soft...”

Huo Xianxian doesn't understand what she means: "Mother, what are you talking about? ”

The Sixth Mistress was unusual and tender, reaching out and touching her daughter's hair: “Nothing, Mother wants to be alone for a while, go rest. ”

When Huo Jun arrived in the courtyard, the Sixth Mistress was sitting alone in the courtyard making tea.

“Good morning, handsome.” She was surprised to see Huo Jun.

Huo Jun didn't talk.

Six mistresses didn't care either. She made two cups of tea and reached for Huo Jun: “Have a seat. ”

Huo Jun glanced at her like the first time she met this six-wife who had never existed in the capital.

He didn't move the cup of tea: “Madam Six's tea, Ben is afraid to drink it. ”

The Sixth Mistress smiled and didn't care what he said. She took a shallow sip of herself.

“You know why I'm here.” Huo Jun said.

The Sixth Mistress put the cup down and said softly, "What if I say, I don't know? ”