Don't be too sweet

Chapter 615 Illness Comes Down Like a Mountain ([-])
Chapter 615
"It doesn't hurt anymore," He Shanshan smiled foolishly.

——She has not forgotten that her life is still very long, and her family is very important, very important...

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt, it's fine if it doesn't hurt. Mother cooks for lunch, but do you want to cook an extra soft one?" Zhang Qiaoshou was worried that He Shanshan wouldn't like it, so he asked directly.

He Shanshan shook her head hurriedly: "No, mother, I don't want to eat soft and rotten food, it's too scary!"

"You child, your mouth is hurt, you have to endure it for a few days, and you can eat it after the scalded skin in your mouth is healed," Zhang Qiaoshou said softly.

Zhang Qiaoshou has rarely used her domineering temperament on He Shanshan, and she has learned to ask He Shanshan's opinion in these years.

"No, I don't care, I want to eat something delicious," He Shanshan said coquettishly, grabbing the corner of Zhang Qiaoshou's clothes.

"Yes, yes, Madam Tiandadi's baby Shanshan is the biggest," Zhang Qiaoshou's expression became more and more gentle.

Obviously, He Shanshan's acting like a baby made Zhang Qiaoshou the most unbearable, and also the easiest to soften his heart.

"Mother, is the water ready?" He Shanshan urged, she was afraid that if she enjoyed Zhang Qiaoshou's gentleness again, she would lose control of her emotions again.

She needs to adjust herself now, she is an adult, can she not learn to adjust her mood by herself?
"Yes," Zhang Qiaoshou thought, then hurriedly turned and ran to the kitchen.

The water has boiled and is boiling, Zhang Qiao hastily fetched water with a clean bucket.

He Shanshan took the clean clothes to the room where she took a bath.

Soon, Zhang Qiao's hot water was poured into the barrel.

He Shanshan closed her eyes and was familiar with the feeling of taking a bath, and relaxed herself wholeheartedly...

After taking a bath, He Shanshan still felt very tired and sleepy. She hesitated for a moment before deciding to go back to her room to rest.

Zhang Qiaoshou was a little worried, so he let He Shanshan go to rest.

He Shanshan was in a daze, as if she heard the voices of He Guangming and the others, and then disappeared, and there was silence in her ears again.

She wanted to wake up, but it seemed that her eyelids were heavy. She struggled to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

Half unconscious, she realized that she might be sick.

But is it raining?Didn't she take a bath and drink ginger soup, as for?

Isn't it Yang Jiu who chose Du Meier?Does she matter?

He Shanshan lay quietly on the bed with her eyes closed, and her whole body was ups and downs on a small boat.

Instead of feeling rested, I feel more and more tense and tired...

. . . . . .

When He Guangming, He Leiluo and others came back from the town, they heard that He Shanshan was resting, so they were worried about going to see her.

Zhang Qiao touched his daughter's forehead and found that her daughter had a fever!

Suddenly, it was as hot as ants on a hot pan.

"Why do you have a fever? My forehead is so hot, what should I do?!" Zhang Qiao looked at He Guangming helplessly.

He Guangming also frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Why did my little sister get sick from the rain?"

"Your little sister went to the mountain after you went out. Mother knew that she was avoiding...but then it rained. How could this child not know how to hide under the big tree first?" Zhang Qiaoshou Frowning, he omitted Yang Jiu.

But when Zhang Qiaoshou hesitated just now, He Guangming still understood.

I'm afraid that my little sister will get caught in the rain, and she will have nothing to do with Yang Jiu!

"Mother, go to decoct the medicine first, and try drinking the antipyretic medicine," He Guangming said.

"No, that prescription was left by your little sister before. Maybe your little sister's condition is not certain now?"

Zhang Qiao shook her head, she wanted to invite a doctor.

"Can't you ask the doctor to take a look?" She asked what was in her heart.

(End of this chapter)