Chapter 809

"Good." The colder I am, the less I need to think about it.

See year small Mu stupefied, realize the speed that oneself answers is too fast, he slightly raises a hand to block thin lip, light cough, conceal oneself mood.

Then, he stepped forward and reached out to touch Liu's forehead.

The antipyretics worked quickly.

Liu's fever has subsided, but his face is still a little red.

The little nuomi dumpling, which usually dances around, calms down. It's pathetic, half squinting and groaning.

It breaks people's hearts.

It seems that Yu Yuehan is touching her. His half narrowed eyes suddenly open and his mouth is full.

With a small face, she said coquettishly.

"Liu Liu is ill, so you need to hug Ba Ma Ma personally."

Yu Yuehan: "..."

Nian Xiaomu: "..."

The colder I was, the more I was. I simply bowed my head and kissed her face.

See him kiss, year small Mu also does not wriggle, heartache of follow kiss.

Not satisfied, kiss again.

Gently pat the small back of Liu Liu, coax her to sleep.

Soon, Liu fell asleep.

In the children's room, the atmosphere is very quiet.

Young Mu is sitting beside the bed with little Liu in his arms, humming a nursery rhyme softly.

Yu Yuehan sits beside her, eyes doting on her mother and daughter

Time seems to be slowing down.

Everything around is still, only this warm.

When Liu falls asleep, Nian Xiaomu puts her on the bed.

"First, you accompany Liu. I'll deal with the work. I'll call you at dinner later." The colder I saw her, the more shy she was, the lighter she opened her lips.

The words fall, first out of the room.

Two people, not much communication.

No one talked about the video or the collapse of tan.

Until Liu Xiaoliu woke up, Nian Xiaomu held her out of the room.

Just walked to the door of the restaurant, I saw Yu Yuehan coming down from upstairs.

Young Mu is still hesitant to say hello. The little Liu in his arms has happily raised his little face, "Baba, hurry up, have a meal!"! If you are not good today, you will be found out by numbness! "

Nian Xiaomu couldn't understand what riddles their father and daughter were playing, but when he heard Liu Liu's words, he couldn't help thinking whether she didn't eat on time when she was away.

As soon as the thought came out, she subconsciously turned to look at the housekeeper.

The housekeeper averted his eyes as expected.

Young Mu frowned and went up with little Liu Liu in his arms. He put her in his children's chair.

Beat the rice and let her eat by herself.

Liu Liu is ill, and his appetite is not very good, but his nature of chattering has not changed.

As soon as I saw Yu sitting down with his hands on his cheeks, I began to complain.

"Ma Ma is not at home. Baba doesn't like to laugh."

"It's not sweet to eat, it's not good to sleep."

"I'm a good boy. I'm full, and I'll sleep by myself!"

"Well..."

Small six plate small finger, not finished counting, more and more cold has scooped a meal, into her small mouth.

She was gagged.

On the last year's small Mu stunned eyes, calm lips, "some time ago, too busy work, a little insomnia."

"Oh."

Young Mu answered and glanced at him again.

I don't know why. When I heard Liu Liu's words, I saw Zheng Yan's picture in the hotel this afternoon, and suddenly I jumped into my mind.

Can't help blurting out.

"What's your relationship with Zheng Yan?"