The group pet is three and a half years old: the tyrant's little milk rabbit is cute

Chapter 346 Pretty Uncle
"You don't have a fever anymore, but you still need to drink medicine later. Are you hungry when you came to see me?"

As the pavilion master asked, he got up and put on his robe.

Bai Tutu looked up at the pavilion master with his small head up, and when he heard the pavilion master said that he needed to drink medicine.

Immediately, her little face wrinkled.

"Can I stop drinking? The nest is ready! The nest is not hungry yet."

"No, I told the doctor, at least you still have to drink medicine today, and you can eat after drinking the medicine, even if you're not hungry."

The pavilion master said seriously, and hugged the white docus in his arms, "I'll take you to wash up."

The white dodder swayed its legs, "It's so good, so I'll drink medicine for the nest, but the nest needs candied fruit! Otherwise, it will be bitter!"

"Okay, there are a lot of candied fruit, you can eat whatever you want."

"And who is Dr. He, can I see him again?"

Bai Tu Tu seems to have finally revealed her purpose step by step.

"You want to see Dr. He?"

The owner of the pavilion frowned slightly, he remembered the way the little milk dumpling was so clinging to the doctor last night even though he was already asleep.

I don't know if I'm jealous or jealous.

"Wo wants to meet Dr. He, can't you?"

Bai Tutu glanced at the pavilion master's unsightly expression, and repeated it childishly.

The pavilion master hesitated for a moment, "What do you want to do with Dr. He?"

"Just, I want to see you!"

The white dodder tilted its head to show off its cuteness to the pavilion owner.

Pavilion Master: .
"Okay, wash and eat first, and I'll let Dr. He come to see you later."

The pavilion master looked at Bai Tutu's wistful little face, and still compromised.

"Beautiful uncle, you are so kind!"

White Tutu smiled so hard that he couldn't see his face, and said nice things in his little milk voice.

"I told you to call me brother."

The pavilion master frowned.

"Beautiful uncle!"

Bai Tutu repeated it, and it seemed that he was not going to change his words.

"Call me brother!"

"Beautiful uncle!"

The two of you spoke to each other, causing the killers guarding the corridor to look at each other.

After the pavilion master washed the white dodder, he fed her food himself.

White Tutu sat in the arms of the Pavilion Master with his full stomach, lazily repeating what she just said in a small voice.

"Beautiful uncle, I want to meet Dr. He."

The pavilion master nodded Bai Tutu's small forehead, "You still remember! Come here, go and invite Dr. He over."

The pavilion master ordered smoothly.

"Yes."

Soon, Dr. He, who was dressed in a black brocade robe and a silver half-mask, walked in.

"My lord."

After saying hello to the doctor, my eyes met the white dodder that had been staring at him since he came in.

"The little girl's fever seems to have subsided, and the doctor will show her again."

The pavilion master opened his mouth, and came over with the doctor.

As soon as he came over, the white dodder, which was staring at him closely, stretched out its small arms towards him.

"hug."

Bai Tutu opened his big eyes and looked at the lower half of the doctor's face which was not covered by the mask.

Dr. He glanced at the pavilion master with some embarrassment, wondering if he should hug the little milk dumpling.

After all, when he hugged the little milk dumpling last night, he saw the pavilion master with his own eyes, and his eyes turned red with envy!

Pavilion Master: That's jealousy red.

"Is it possible to feel the pulse while holding her?"

The pavilion master hesitated for a while and did not immediately hand over the little milk dumpling in his arms to Dr. He.

"It is possible."

"Then hold it."

The pavilion master sent the white dodder to Dr. He's arms.

(End of this chapter)