she's a bit arrogant

Chapter 150 Chapter 150
Jiang Ran caught a cold. On the second day after being blown by the cold wind, when she woke up in the morning, her head was groggy and her nose felt a little uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but sneezed. In the kitchen, Su Qingman was cooking breakfast. She was humming a song, and she could see that she was in a good mood.

"Ranran, I made bone porridge for you, you got up so early today."

Su Qingman came out of the kitchen and was slightly surprised to see that Jiang Ran was already sitting in the living room.

Jiang Ran woke up quite early today.

"Ah."

Jiang Ran raised her eyes and glanced at Su Qingman with a sleepy expression, as if in a trance.

"what's wrong?"

Realizing that something was wrong with Jiang Ran, Su Qingman hurried forward, and she touched Jiang Ran's face.

"I have a little cold."

Just as Jiang Ran finished answering, she sneezed in a timely manner, and she rubbed her nose.

My head is a little dizzy.

"Good guy, I have a little fever."

After all, Su Qingman has been a doctor for many years. As soon as she touched Jiang Ran's face, she knew that she must have a fever.

Probably a fever caused by a cold.

"Take your temperature."

Su Qingman quickly took out a temperature needle from the room and asked Jiang Ran to measure her temperature.

Jiang Ran was obedient, she nestled softly on the sofa, her face was slightly rosy.

"38 degrees, it's a bit high, I'll prescribe some antipyretics for you."

Su Qingman frowned slightly, she quickly took out the medicine box, turned out the medicine from inside, brewed it for Jiang Ran to drink.

There is no need to go to the hospital, she is a doctor, and she can still prescribe the right medicine for basic fever and cold.

"Did you go out for a hair dryer? You catch a cold easily, and you don't know how to take care of yourself."

"Let's rest at home today, I'll take one day off to take care of you."

Su Qingman scolded Jiang Ran, but her hands didn't stop, and her eyes were full of concern for Jiang Ran.

Jiang Ran seems to have a pretty good physique. Except for winter, she seldom gets sick. When winter comes, she catches a cold more frequently.

"Mom, go to work, I can stay at home by myself."

Jiang Ran shook her head, she said slowly.

She would just lie down for a while and get used to being sick.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore, I can take care of myself."

Seeing Su Qingman's hesitant expression, Jiang Ran said slowly, in a very light tone.

There is a feeling of weakness.

People who are sick are always more fragile. Jiang Ran feels weak now, and her voice is soft.

"Okay, drink the antipyretics and go to bed."

Su Qingman looked at Jiang Ran helplessly, she stretched out her hand and gently rubbed Jiang Ran's head, feeling a little helpless.

Jiang Ran has been so sensible since she was a child, she loves her dearly.

"it is good."

Jiang Ran nodded.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Su Qingman went to open the door.

"Good morning, Aunt Su, is Ranran up yet?"

Lu Yinghuai smiled. He greeted Su Qingman with an extraordinarily polite smile.

"It's up, I have a fever, I just took antipyretics."

Su Qingman nodded, then shook her head and said, a little helpless.

"is it serious?"

Lu Yinghuai was slightly taken aback, but soon felt that this was a reasonable thing.

Yesterday, Jiang Ran blew the wind for a long time, but he was calm. According to Jiang Ran's physique, it is normal to have a cold and a fever.

"38 degrees."

"I just finished drinking the medicine, and now I am drinking porridge."

Su Qingman said, after all, she was a little worried about Jiang Ran.

I don't know why, but now Su Qingman cares about Jiang Ran, not that she didn't care about it before, but that she cares more than before.

"I made brown sugar ginger tea for Ranran."

Lu Yinghuai raised the thermos in his hand, and he said slowly.

Since Jiang Ran blew the wind yesterday, he has cooked brown sugar ginger tea for Jiang Ran many times.

Brown sugar ginger tea can dispel cold.

"Did Ranran blow out yesterday?"

Su Qingman froze for a while, her eyes fell on the thermos in Lu Yinghuai's hand.

"No, it's just that I stayed in the cold wind for a long time, and the school assembled in the morning."

Lu Yinghuai shook his head and said, keeping silent about the reason why Jiang Ran really went to have a hair dryer.

What happened to Jiang Chengyu was actually the most uncomfortable thing for both mother and daughter.

Jiang Ran knew that her father was going to do great things and was a hero, but she still felt sad.

Su Qingman also knew that her husband was going to do good deeds, but he would also be sad.

What they need is not a hero, what they need is a husband and father who can accompany them all the time and lead an ordinary life.

"Oh, that's it."

Su Qingman didn't doubt that there was him, and it was normal for the school to form teams.

Su Qingman would not doubt Lu Yinghuai's words. In her eyes, Lu Yinghuai has always been an honest and good boy.

Jiang Ran was sitting in the living room drinking porridge, she was careless, it was Su Qingman who forced her to drink, otherwise she would have gone back to bed and lay down now.

People who are sick just don't want to eat very much, and feel that eating is tasteless.

"I brought you brown sugar ginger tea."

"Is it hard?"

Lu Yinghuai put the thermos cup on the coffee table, and he said slowly.

Seeing Jiang Ran's limp face, he felt extremely distressed.

"well enough."

Jiang Ran lifted his eyelids lazily, then lowered his eyes silently.

It's just that my head is a little dizzy, but everything else is fine.

"I don't want to eat."

Jiang Ran took another sip of the porridge, and then put the bowl on the tea table. She was nestled in the sofa with a listless expression.

"Eat more, the disease will recover quickly when you are full."

Lu Yinghuai reached out and rubbed Jiang Ran's head.

Su Qingman was in the kitchen, so Lu Yinghuai dared to rub Jiang Ran's head unscrupulously.

"I don't want to eat it, it has no taste."

Jiang Ran shook his head, his voice muffled.

Because of her illness, she felt that the food in her mouth was bland and tasteless.

Lu Yinghuai took a mouthful with a spoon, "Eat something, huh?"

The taste is very strong and the salt taste is just right.

"I do not want to eat."

Jiang Ran didn't move, but stared at Lu Yinghuai.

No desire to eat, no appetite, and no desire to move.

She felt that she had no energy and looked drowsy. She didn't feel particularly uncomfortable, but she just wanted to sleep.

"Then I'll feed you."

Lu Yinghuai pondered for a while, then glanced towards the kitchen, staring at Jiang Ran with burning eyes.

"……it is good."

Jiang Ran was silent for a while, then nodded.

Lu Yinghuai was slightly taken aback, but he smiled after a while, and reached out to take Jiang Ran's bowl.

The porridge in the bowl was still warm, Lu Yinghuai blew on it lightly, and then handed it to Jiang Ran's lips.

Jiang Ran opened her mouth cooperatively, and the warm porridge entered her mouth.

(End of this chapter)