His own little sweetheart

Chapter 1258 You Are My Hero 3
As Han Youchen was talking, he looked sideways at Qixi in a daze, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he stretched out his hand to hang on Qixi's little nose, "That's why you asked me to find another woman? "

Ahh... So, all this is an oolong?
I... misunderstood Brother Youchen?

Qixi blinked her eyes, her clear eyes were full of innocence, "Then... so this morning, sweetheart called you, but your phone was turned off!"

"If I hadn't walked all the way in the rain, I would be lying here in this state now?" Han Youchen raised his eyebrows slightly.

Oh, it turned out to be like this!
Qixi laughed through tears, stretched out her hand and hammered Han Youchen's chest, "Brother Youchen, why are you calling me now, do you know how I got here these two days!"

Han Youchen pressed her small head against his chest, and followed her words, "Okay, okay, it's my fault. Cough..."

As soon as the words fell, he coughed violently.

Qixi broke free from his arms nervously, "Brother Youchen, are you okay? Have you really taken your medicine? Just wait, I'll get you ice cubes."

Saying that, Qixi struggled to get up, and ran out in a panic.

"Girl." Han Youchen called out, and in a blink of an eye, Qixi had already run out.

Like a little adult, Baby Qixi ran downstairs, first went to the refrigerator to take out ice cubes, then wrapped them in a towel, made them into a neat rectangle, and ran back in a hurry. It rested on Han Youchen's forehead in a decent manner.

Han Youchen, who had a fever, really looked like a child, with flaxen hair hanging down limply, his face, which was always as cold as ice, was a little red at this moment, his thin lips were slightly parted, and he was panting heavily.

"Brother Youchen, do you really don't want the doctor to give you an IV?" Qixi asked worriedly while lying on the bedside.

"It's okay, just apply an ice pillow and take some antipyretics, and you'll be fine." Han Youchen looked at his little girl.

"Brother Youchen, what do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"You do?" Han Youchen smiled lowly.

Qixi pouted, "Why, don't you believe me? Hmph, just wait."

As she said that, she ran out again, and after a while, she actually came back with a bowl of porridge in her hand.

Han Youchen raised his eyebrows slightly, "You did it?"

"Otherwise, was it made by a ghost?" Qixi raised her eyebrows following Han Youchen's example, and said, carefully placing the porridge on the bedside table, "Sweetheart said, it's best to drink porridge when you have a cold and a fever."

As soon as the words fell, she seemed to remember something, and quickly covered her mouth.

Oops, I slipped my mouth!
I knew it……

The corner of Han Youchen's mouth twitched slightly, the little girl must have called Sweetheart, and Sweetheart guided her all the way.

Pretending not to hear, Han Youchen sat up slightly and leaned against the head of the bed.

"Oh, anyway, Brother Youchen, try it and see how it tastes." Qi Xi laughed, and quickly took a spoonful of it with a spoon.

"You have a taste first."

"Why, you're still afraid that I'll poison you." Qi Xi pouted, but obediently took a sip.

Before he had time to savor the taste carefully, brother Youchen suddenly grabbed her shoulders, lowered his head and kissed her...

(End of this chapter)