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Chapter 215 You Can Be Delicate, I Pamper You
"Of course, I will take care of you. You are my husband. If I don't help you, no one will care about you." Yang Yiyi patted his shoulder and said a little arrogantly.

Su Qianye heard the word husband.

I almost laughed out loud.

It is also good to have a little wife who takes care of herself.

Like a chicken every day, chirping.

When I went back in the evening, Yang Yiyi boiled Chinese medicine for Su Qianye. It was very troublesome to boil Chinese medicine, and I had to watch it all the time, and I had to pay special attention to the cooking time and so on.

Yang Yiyi squatted there, fanning the herbal medicine pot with a small spoon, smelling the smell, she knew it must be very bitter!

Good medicine tastes bitter, but you have to drink it.

The smell of herbs filled the whole house. Su Qianye came down and frowned. Seeing her squatting there and not resting, she said displeasedly: "I'm down, go to sleep."

Yang Yiyi looked sideways at him, "This is for you to drink, how could it be poured?"

Su Qianye stepped forward and unplugged the battery directly, frowning, "I don't take medicine."

After finishing speaking, she walked upstairs, Yang Yiyi had no choice but to plug it in again, asked Uncle Zhao to help watch, and chased upstairs, "Why don't you drink it, it's good for you, it's for recuperating your stomach."

Su Qianye sat down on the chair and put the coffee aside. Yang Yiyi opened her eyes wide when she saw it, "What are you doing? Drinking coffee at night? And drinking black coffee!?"

Does he not want his stomach anymore?
Su Qianye picked up the plan on the side and looked at it, as if she didn't hear her words.

Yang Yiyi snorted at him, "Why are you like a child? Afraid of thunder and taking medicine?"

Su Qianye took a deep breath, and looked at her viciously, "Try saying thunder again?"

Yang Yiyi bent her lips, and nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, don't say it, then I'll cook it for you later, shall I? I burned my fingers to cook this for you, it's hard work~"

Su Qianye's face darkened, and she looked at her, "Where is it hot?"

Yang Yiyi showed him her finger. Her skin was tender, and blisters formed when she touched it. She squeezed it out by herself, and now it was red and swollen.

Su Qianye grabbed her hand and walked out, came to the living room and asked Uncle Zhao to bring the medicine box over and disinfect her with alcohol.

Yang Yiyi couldn't stand the stinging pain and shook her hands, her little face wrinkled together, "Who would pour it directly on their hands? It hurts..."

Su Qianye glanced at her, put the alcohol back and pinched her fingers, lowered his eyes and blew, "How delicate you are."

"I'm not delicate." Yang Yiyi tilted her head, "Because no one cares."

Only those who are loved are qualified to be delicate.

How can she be so delicate when her mother is not around and her father doesn't love her.

Su Qianye felt pain in his heart, and looked sideways at her.

Yang Yiyi looked a little embarrassed by him, "What's wrong?"

Su Qianye hugged her into his arms, and kissed her forehead with his lips, "You can be delicate in the future, I will pamper you."

Yang Yiyi's heart trembled slightly, and she leaned into his arms and bent her lips, "Then... can I drink the medicine? I've been suffering for a long time..."

Su Qianye closed his eyes helplessly, looked down at her and nodded, "Yeah, but don't listen to the doctor too much, they are all for you to buy medicine to earn your money."

Yang Yiyi thumped him lightly, "You don't listen to what the doctor says, so what do you want to do? I'll fill you with traditional Chinese medicine."

Su Qianye didn't like to take medicine, and he would never take it if it wasn't particularly serious.

Yang Yiyi served him a small bowl, watched him take a breath and drank it, couldn't help wrinkling her face, "Is it bitter?"

Su Qianye put it down expressionlessly, watching her bend her lower lip, "Would you like to try it?"

Yang Yiyi seemed to say no need, his lips were already approaching...

this man!

The mouth that was kissed by him was swollen, Yang Yiyi stared at him resentfully, "Too much."

Gently wiped her lips with his thumb, Su Qianye smiled, "Is there any? I think you enjoy it very much."

Yang Yiyi slapped him coquettishly, and asked, thinking of something, "When will Nuonuo and Ziming come back? Brother Runxuan, will he take care of the children as a man?"

The two little ones felt a lot more empty when they weren't making noise at home.

Mainly I miss them.

(End of this chapter)