President uncle, don't come close

"Why do you look at me like this?"

Ling Moqin felt uncomfortable by him. Looking back on his memory loss, she seemed to have never had the opportunity to be alone with him. This uncle's illness was cheaper for her. However, she would rather not be so cheap

"That glass of water, for me?"

Sheng Huaizhe's voice is a little hoarse, probably because he hasn't drunk water. Before she came back, sister Liu was busy looking after Xiaoxiao and couldn't take care of Sheng Huaizhe. In addition, Sheng Huaizhe didn't let sister Liu take care of her... Really, such a big person has to make trouble with a cold.

"Or what? Drink for yourself? "

Ling Moqin felt unable to laugh or cry. The more he looked at Sheng Huaizhe, the more he felt that he was like a child who had not grown up. He was just different in peace. She is familiar with Sheng Huaizhe. She took care of Sheng Huaizhe once a long time ago, when she caught a cold, had a fever and got sick... However, he usually took care of her more at that time, because she was weak for a period of time.

"Can't you... Talk well?"

Sheng Huaizhe frowned. Ling Moqin's tone seemed to be talking to a little boy. Did she regard him as an awkward little boy? Thinking of this possibility, he felt a little speechless. Although he had a cold and fever, he was still conscious. For example, seeing Ling Moqin in his room, his heart was relieved immediately

"I think I'm good at talking now! It's you. Why don't you want sister Liu to pour you water? You refuse to go out to buy you medicine? Thought you were a three-year-old? Or do you think your body is made of iron? "

Ling Moqin's series of reproaches left Sheng Huaizhe speechless. He didn't expect that sister Liu told Ling Moqin now that he really refused sister Liu's care because he didn't feel used to it. In recent years, he seldom gets sick. Even if he gets sick, he has to endure it by himself. He hates taking medicine and injections

"Why, if I don't speak, I'll stop reading? You think too much. Since I'll take care of you this time, you have to listen to me! Otherwise... "

Ling Moqin pretended to threaten him fiercely, but suddenly he couldn't think of what he was afraid of.

"What else?"

Ruju's eyes fell on Ling Moqin. Ling Moqin felt that he was about to burn a hole in his eyes... He shook his head and thought that she shouldn't be led by his nose.

"Otherwise, I'll tell Grandpa! Let him find a way to deal with you! "

No way, who told him to be afraid of the old man? Ling Moqin thinks about it. He has this weakness. He doesn't need it.

"Despicable."

Sheng Huaizhe spits out these two words, but the corners of his mouth unconsciously show an arc... In this way, he quarrels with her back and forth. It seems that his sleepiness is not so heavy and his body is not so uncomfortable. Sheng Huaizhe doesn't know whether it's because his fever has subsided or just because the woman standing in front of him is Ling Moqin

"Bring it."

Sheng Huaizhe stretched out his hand towards Ling Moqin, looking at ease. I don't know how long it hasn't been like this. It turns out that Ling Moqin's attention and love for him don't always stay in place. He will lose it if he's not careful... Sheng Huaizhe is a little lost when he thinks of Ling Moqin chasing his ass some time ago.

Now she's around dragon 11, isn't she? Last night, he didn't dare to call her, even if he was afraid to disturb her two worlds. In his original setting, she went to the movies with Long Xi for romance... Until Su Li called, he had a little comfort in his heart that she was with Sheng Zhuwen.

This mood has been making trouble in his heart repeatedly. He doesn't know whether it's because Ling Moqin's sudden lack of love makes him feel worried about gain and loss, or whether he has really begun to pay attention to her and care about everything about her... At this moment, Sheng Huaizhe only knows that he enjoys being alone with Ling Moqin in this room, listening to her broken thoughts and her scolding him, The words of blame are also mixed with a distressed tone

"What?"

Ling Moqin didn't react. Although she had been bickering since she came in, she didn't know why. She felt that Sheng Huaizhe today was much more gentle and different from usual... Maybe it was because he had a fever.

"Water, I'm so thirsty."

Sheng Huaizhe said angrily that sometimes he didn't know what was in the little woman's head... He looked confused. He always looked so confused that he felt a trace of heartache, and always stimulated his desire and hope to protect her.

"Oh... Here you are!"

Ling Moqin feels embarrassed. What is she doing? When is this time? He is still in a daze. Sheng Huaizhe must have laughed at her clumsiness in his heart. Maybe he still dislikes her in his heart.

"Well, I want more."

Sheng Huaizhe drank up the water in the cup in one breath, and then handed the cup to Ling Moqin. After confirming that she would not leave again, he felt much more relaxed, and the cells of his whole body were off guard. Looking at her, I felt inexplicably settled down

"I'll go out and see if Xiaoxiao wakes up."

Ling Moqin went out with a cup and left Sheng Huaizhe alone in the room. Recalling every word he just said to Ling Moqin, his mood suddenly became happy... The arc of the corner of his mouth was constantly enlarged, and finally he even laughed.

I have to admit that I was happy when I stayed with Ling Moqin. Every cell in the whole body seems to be happy. He can't say why, and he doesn't know when it started

When Ling Moqin came over with a smile, he saw the scene. Sheng Huaizhe got up and sat on the bed, giggling. I don't know what he's fooling about? Ling Moqin subconsciously picked up his mobile phone and quietly took a picture of him in a daze and giggling. When he wanted to put his mobile phone away, he slept a little misty and smiled and talked

"Daddy! What's the matter with you? "

Mommy said that her father was ill. She knew that she was very sick and needed to take medicine... So Sheng Xiaoxiao felt very distressed about her father and told mommy to hug her father.

"Smile? Come on, come here, Dad. "

Thinking that he was just in a daze when Ling Moqin saw him, Sheng Huaizhe was a little uncomfortable. He held out his hand and smiled from Ling Moqin's arms, and then let her act like a spoiled child in his arms.

"Daddy, does it hurt? Blow. "

Sheng Xiaoxiao picked up Sheng Huaizhe's face, and then began to blow it with her small mouth towards the antipyretic paste on his forehead... Every time she got sick and had an injection, Mommy would blow it for her, and then it wouldn't hurt so much.

"Hahaha..."

Sheng Huaizhe burst into laughter, but his heart felt very warm. This illness was a completely different experience. Compared with being alone in the past, he was a little flattered by the current treatment.