Mi Zang Jiao Wife: Baby Where to Escape

   "Jia Jia..."

  The low-enchanting magnetic voice echoed in Li Jia's ear.

  Li Jia feels that she is about to have heat stroke, and there are flowers in front of her. "I'm about to become a hot dog. You can do whatever you want. Let me take a shower and blow the air-conditioning..."

  Li Jia feels that who can give her a popsicle now, she promises her.

  Lu Yichen actually likes to see Jiajia, who is now soft and feminine, like melting ice cream, dripping with sweat, flushing on her face, panting slightly, her dark hair spreading out, she is so beautiful that she wants to burn his body.

At noon in the sweltering heat, Li Jia was half dead, but Lu Yichen looked seductive, staring at her undulating chest, wondering if he was really psychopathic, and wanted to ravage her. He barely suppressed the devil in his heart and hugged her. Qi Jiajia ran back quickly, or she would really have heat stroke.

  Li Jia really has heat stroke.

  Lu Yichen hugged Li Jia and rushed back to Lu's house. The old man was taking a pair of children and was surprised to see him coming in with a person.

   "Hurry up and get a glass of cold water and add some salt. Jiajia has a heat stroke."

  The old man was surprised and stood up to let Aunt Wu go to take the water. A pair of children and little tails followed his father behind him.

  Lu Yichen carried Li Jia into his room. A maid stepped upstairs to open the door and turn on the air conditioner in the room.

  Jiajia is still conscious, but her mind is dizzy, her breathing is a little short, and she feels very cold.

   "Don't be afraid." Lu Yichen never put Li Jia down. He took the salted water from Aunt Wu's hand, let Li Jia drink it, and lowered the temperature in the room.

   "Get a basin of cold water."

  "Wring out the wet towel and bring it here."

  Lu Yichen ordered the maid in the house. Aunt Wu watched anxiously. Isn't this Miss Laird?

  However, she is just a hired worker of the Lu family, so it is good to do her duty, and Miss Laird treated her well when she came to the Lu family, and she looked like the original lady.

   Seeing Li Jia's face flushed and sweaty, she went to find the glucose she had prepared at home and brought it over.

  "Master, let Miss Laird drink some glucose water to replenish energy." Aunt Wu used to hear Jiajia say more first aid measures, and she also knows some common sense.

   "Thank you Aunt Wu." Li Jiachao smiled at Aunt Wu. After drinking water, the indoor temperature was much lower, and she felt much better.

  Aunt Wu was a little startled when she heard her voice, this voice...is the voice of Missy!

  Li Jia didn't say much. The relatives in the family knew her identity, and she didn't need to deliberately put a cold tone now.

  "Is it better?" Lu Yichen took a wrung out towel and wiped the sweat on Jiajia's forehead. Seeing that her face was not as flushed as before, his heart was slightly relaxed.

  Li Jia nodded.

   "After sweating so much, take a shower and change clothes quickly, or you will catch a cold." The old man saw Jiajia recover and told the young couple.

  Lu Yichen knocked on a pair of juvenile foreheads by his feet. The two little guys raised their small faces, blinked their big eyes, and grabbed his trouser legs without letting go.

  The adults were busy just now, and they didn't dare to speak. Now that the adults are not busy anymore, they hurriedly ran over to look at their father and mother for a while.

   "Mommy is sick?"

   "Does Mommy hurt?"

  Li Jia felt comforted in her heart and touched the child's furry head. "Hey, Mommy is all right."

  "Will you hang out with Grandpa? Come in when Mommy is ready." Lu Yichen first cleaned up the people in the room, and let the little bell on the side take them away.

   Xiaoling stood still on the spot, looking at Li Jia in Lu Yichen's arms, her brows frowned, and a dimple appeared on her round face. "Master, do you want to send Miss Laird to the hospital? It's more at ease."

   "No, you take them out." Lu Yichen had no room for change.

  Xiaoling had to take the child out unwillingly.

  Li Jia looked at her back, her eyes darkened a bit.