Chapter 1113

The weather in Longcheng is getting hotter day by day, but it is also a rainy season.

An xiaonuan opened his eyes vaguely and saw the pattering rain beating on the glass.

"Woo..." she felt her head hurt so much that she took her hand from the quilt and pressed her temple.

"Do you have a headache?" Yeming's voice sounded from behind her.

An xiaonuan turned to look, and saw him standing at the door with a plate, and a woman standing behind him.

"Well, she is?" Ann xiaonuan looks at the woman behind him.

Why did Uncle bring others in? She's still wearing pajamas.

Lord Yeming went over and put the plate in his hand on the bedside table.

An xiaonuan looked and saw a bowl of light white porridge.

"She's a doctor. I'll give you a drip." Yeming said with a bad face.

"I just got up a little hoarse in the morning. It's okay. I have to rush to the company today."

And the injection is really everyone's childhood shadow!

It doesn't hurt very much, but I feel worried when I see the tip of the needle.

"Don't try to be brave. Let her have a look, huh?" said Lord Yeming, taking an xiaonuan's temperature with a thermometer.

"38 degrees, it's a fever." Lord Yeming frowned at the thermometer in his hand.

Then he secretly scolded himself. He shouldn't have made trouble with her last night.

Looking at his little face in the quilt, he felt as if his heart had been pulled.

An xiaonuan said, "I'm in good health. Just take some cold medicine."

Her white face was full of unhealthy flushing and her voice was hoarse, but what she was thinking now was the unfinished design in the USB flash drive.

Finally, with inspiration, she didn't want to stop on the way.

But Lord Yeming, who has always been obedient to an xiaonuan, was very serious and said strongly to an xiaonuan this time: "warm, obedient, just give an injection."

A cold can cause many complications. Now wennuan doesn't know how to take care of herself. It's estimated to be uncomfortable at that time.

It's better to make her angry now than make her uncomfortable at that time.

Ann xiaonuan was as angry as he thought.

"Uncle, I'm really fine. I haven't finished the design yet," she said.

Yeming Jue did not continue to talk, but picked up the porridge at the head of the bed, and then took a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. After scooping up a spoon to blow cold, he sent it to an xiaonuan: "have some porridge first."

An xiaonuan looked at the doctor standing like a model behind him. His face became more red and said, "let the doctor finish it first."

Yeming Jue didn't insist. Seeing that she was willing to see a doctor obediently, he put the porridge back on the bedside table.

The female doctor with the medicine box was wearing a mask and could not see the expression on her face, but her eyes showed no waves.

She is a doctor under Dr. Mo and often goes back and forth between the female families of these presidents, so this kind of love is common.

"OK." Yeming Jue said, got up, then stepped back and asked the doctor to examine her.

After seeing it, the doctor said, "it's a little cold and tonsils are a little inflamed. Recently, we should drink more tea under the fire."

Put away the utensils, she asked Lord Yeming again: "President Yeming, do you need to give a drop to the madam?"

An xiaonuan quickly looked at Yeming and shook his head.

No! She doesn't want an injection!

That needle looks scary!

An xiaonuan shook his head like a rattle. He was so helpless that he could only look at the female doctor.

The female doctor knew what he meant as soon as she saw it, so she said, "I have a little cold. As long as I don't have a hair dryer today, I'll go to sleep after I finish my medicine and cover my body with sweat."

An xiaonuan nodded immediately and said, "OK, thank you, doctor!" then he looked at Yeming, and his eyes were slowly proud.

Look, I said no injections!

That proud look doesn't look like a sick man.

Lord Yeming tucked in Ann's warm quilt and went out to send the doctor out.

After he went out, yeziyan ran in.

As soon as an xiaonuan saw her running towards him, he quickly stopped: "don't come!"

The smoke is so small. What if I catch a cold?

Yeziyan immediately stood in place, and then said a little sadly, "what's the matter with mom?"

She had never seen her mother like this, and her mother's face was so red, like a big apple.

Ann xiaonuan was sad when she saw Ziyan. She immediately said, "mom is sick and afraid of infecting you, so she won't let you come. She doesn't like you."

But yeziyan was still unhappy with his small mouth. Ann xiaonuan didn't know how to comfort her, but she couldn't let her come. She was struggling with what to say, and saw Yeming Jue coming back.

She hurriedly said, "husband, take the cigarette out quickly and don't infect it."

Yeming Jue also thought so, so he took two steps and stood behind yeziyan and said, "Ziyan, dad will take you down to see the picture book."

Yeziyan knew that his father always said the same thing. Unless his mother spoke, he would change his mind.

But now her mother didn't want her to stay here, so she didn't say anything and obediently took Yeming's hand and left.

Just looking back at an xiaonuan step by step.

She wants to draw with her mother.

After Lord Yeming came downstairs with yeziyan, yeziyan asked Lord Yeming, "Dad, what's wrong with mom? Does it hurt? Why don't you let Ziyan see her? Can you draw with Ziyan?"

In the face of this little daughter, everyone will have full patience, especially Lord Yeming, who dotes on her in the palm of his hand.

Smelling the speech, he squatted down, touched yeziyan's head with his big hand, and comforted: "Ziyan don't worry, mom just caught a cold and will get better soon. When mom is well, he will take Ziyan to draw."

Yeziyan knows what a cold is. It's the kind of disease that is very uncomfortable, the nose will be blocked, and the sound will become very unpleasant.

She frowned and said, "why is mom so careless? She's sick but needs an injection!"

After that, she suddenly remembered something, released Yeming's hand and ran to her room.

Lord Yeming followed her and said, "run slowly."

Halfway through the conversation, I saw that the little man had run up the stairs.

Yeming Jue helped his forehead and was deeply helpless for the two girls in his family.

Both are elves and ghosts. They are very noisy.

But it happened that he was reluctant to let these two people have a little unhappiness

He sighed, but a faint smile hung from the corners of his mouth.

Such a busy place is called home.

Then he quickened his pace to catch up with the yeziyan in front of him.