Chapter 125 Dreaming that Song Wuyou Is Song Guifei

Unexpectedly, Gu Yanhao would be so smart to find Dongfang Xuan.

Song Wuyou bit his lower lip. Was it the words he said before he passed out that made him suspicious?

Song Wuyou now regrets letting go of the horse rope, she is simply killing her.

Knowing that this body is still very weak, why did you let yourself fall off the horse's back?

Let's see, let's not say that I was hospitalized, I have no doubts.

Let's see, I wanted Gu Yanhao to blame Song Jiuyue, but he didn't say a word to blame Song Jiuyue.

People like Song Jiuyue so much, why would they blame her for plucking her horse's tail?

Song Wuyou felt that it was really not a sensible thing to move this stone to hit her in the foot.

Behind her, Gu Yanhao, with his legs folded, looked at her with a fixed gaze.

Eyes, more and more deep -

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This night, Song Wuyou didn't sleep much, and Gu Yanhao didn't sleep much either.

One was lying on the bed, the other was lying on the sofa, dazed, and it was dawn.

As soon as the window turned white, Gu Yanhao suddenly sat up from the sofa.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows were raised.

He was in a daze and didn't sleep much, but he had a dream?

He had a very strange dream.

I dreamed that I was the emperor of the X Dynasty, and Song Wuyou was Song Guifei——

"Cough cough..."

Song Wuyou's coughing sound pulled back Gu Yanhao, the wandering spirit.

Gu Yanhao raised his eyes and looked at Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou curled up and kept coughing.

She was drowsy and couldn't sleep because her mind was so messed up.

As soon as I fell asleep, I had all kinds of strange dreams.

When it is almost dawn, the throat is itchy, and the cough will be more comfortable.

"Cough...cough..."

Hearing her coughing sound, Gu Yanhao stood up abruptly and strode over.

He leaned over and supported his shoulder, which was shaking from coughing, "Song Wuyou?"

At this touch, Gu Yanhao was startled, and his hand suddenly stretched out to her forehead.

She has a high fever!

Gu Yanhao pulled her over, and sure enough, her face was burning red.

"You have a fever!" Gu Yanhao's deep eyes flashed a trace of worry.

"..." It turned out to be a high fever, no wonder my brain was so uncomfortable, and I kept having strange dreams.

"I'm calling the doctor." Gu Yanhao helped her sit on the bed against himself, and rang the call bell with his other hand.

"Uncomfortable..." Song Wuyou leaned against his chest and muttered in a low voice.

"The doctor will be fine when he comes." Gu Yanhao felt sorry for her, and gently touched her forehead and face with both hands.

"Cough cough..." Song Wuyou coughed again, she raised her eyes with difficulty, and glanced at Gu Yanhao.

Seeing his nervous and distressed eyes, she smiled and asked weakly, "Are you concerned about me?"

"You are my wife, I don't care about you, who do I care about?"

"Gu Yanhao, didn't you always hate me and want to divorce me?"

Gu Yanhao raised his eyebrows, stupid woman, if he keeps annoying her, will he marry her?

"You've been burned like this, and you still have the mind to manage this?"

"I had a very strange dream last night."

Gu Yanhao's heart tightened, "What dream?"

"I died, and the soul went to another world."

"Nonsense!" Gu Yanhao shouted: "Death is death, where's the soul!"

Song Wuyou smiled bitterly, "It's just a dream..."

"Dreams are the opposite. You dream that you are dead, which means that you will recover and be discharged from the hospital soon."

"hope so……"

Soon, the doctor on duty came.

He thoroughly checked Song Wuyou's body.