shock!The big guy took the miniature version of Master Fu on a blind date again

Chapter 18 Nian Nian is distressed, Master Fu is testing

Song Nian came out of the room, carried the medicine box and walked forward, followed closely by Assistant Shi.

Feeling worried, Song Nian asked the special assistant: "What's the child's condition?"

"fever."

"how many degree?"

Shi Te pushed the glasses, "38 degrees."

After answering, Assistant Shi quickly stepped forward and opened the door, "Miss An, please."

Song Nian entered the hotel, and without waiting to follow, he directly said to Special Assistant Zhou, "Take me to the children's room."

Special assistant Zhou didn't dare to neglect, he got up and led the way.

Outside Fu Yanqing's room door, Special Assistant Zhou raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Master Fu, Ms. An is here."

The door opened, Zhou Tezhu looked at Song Nian, "Miss An, please."

Song Nian entered the room, went straight to Fu Yanqing who was lying on the bed, and was so stingy that he didn't even look at Fu Junyu who was watching over the bed.

Putting down the medicine box, she put her hand on the little guy's forehead to warm it, and then took off the little guy's extra clothes.

Open the medicine box and take out the alcohol and towel. The alcohol wets the towel and wipes Fu Yanqing's body to cool down physically.

Fu Junyu had already stood up and stood aside watching Song Nian do it himself.

The white suspender dress smelled of red roses, like fire and coquettish, the outer shirt had slipped from the shoulders due to the excessive movement, and the hair was tied behind the head like a waterfall of blue silk with a white hairpin.

Under the light, the skin glows white, like a ripe peach, with coquettish ripples.

The plump pink lips, the upturned and delicate nose, the superior smooth lines of the side face, the full forehead, the black hair hanging down against the cheeks...everything is just right and reveals a fatal temptation.

"Is there any warm water?" Song Nian raised his eyes to look at Fu Junyu, his peach blossom eyes were cold and lazy.

"Have."

Fu Junyu felt uncomfortable for a moment, peeking and being caught, even he...

"Go get a wet towel, soak it in warm water and wring it half dry." Throwing the words to Fu Junyu, Song Nian ignored him and continued to wipe Fu Yanqing's body with alcohol.

This is her son, who was taken away when she was born in October of her pregnancy.

Five years, five full years, she was finally able to look at him up close and touch every inch of his skin.

If it weren't for the conditions, she would definitely hold him in her arms, kiss him, call him, and coax him tenderly.

He was so sensible that it made her feel distressed and uncomfortable. He always cried and cried when he had a fever every year, but when he had a fever and felt uncomfortable, he only frowned and didn't even groan.

Does he know that no matter how uncomfortable he is, no matter how much he hums, he will never get hugged and kissed by his mother?
Song Nian's eyes were slightly red, her throat was astringent and uncomfortable, she slowly closed her eyes to adjust her emotions, and let herself return to normal before Fu Junyu came out, so that he would not notice anything strange.

Fu Junyu handed Song Nian a wet towel, "Is this okay?"

He understood his rare tenderness as a compromise from his son.

Song Nian looked up at him upon hearing the sound, with a cold expression on his peach-blossom face, "Haven't you done it?"

As far as Song Nian was concerned, Fu Junyu didn't even know about common physical cooling methods such as simple wet towels and rubbing his body with alcohol, which made his father a complete failure.

After taking the wet towel from Fu Junyu, folded it and placed it on the little guy's forehead, Song Nian reluctantly looked away from the little guy, and slowly stood up to look at Fu Junyu.

"The child's problem is not serious. The common fever caused by germs will be fine when the fever subsides."

Fu Junyu could hear the coldness in Song Nian's graceful and moving voice, which he found inexplicable.

Pulling over the chair and sitting down, with his left leg resting on his right, Fu Junyu looked at Song Nian with a cool and refined foxy eye, "Miss An is a doctor, which university did she graduate from?"

(End of this chapter)