Chapter 196： The actor is my mother fan 36

The little girl has a pale and tender face, holding a bowl in one hand, and touching her head with the other hand, her **** are slightly bent, so she tilts her head toward him.

Yan Chao only felt that his heart was hit by something.

Cute.

And you seem to be a bit too cute, so...seduce him.

His body was slightly stiff, and his fingertips moved slightly. Yan Zhao wanted to look away a little uncomfortably, but was reluctant to look away.

In the end, he could only press the corners of his lips, just looking at Chu Ci and nodded.

Burning and dizzy, the reaction is slow, and Yan Zhao looks a bit dazed.

Chu Ci put down the spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl, then spoke again.

"Yes, so Senior, you can't pretend to be pitiful and innocent. You just got soaked in the rain and went to take a cold shower. Senior, please reflect on yourself."

Beauty and temptation are not good either.

Yan Chao is dizzy, IQ is still not very online, looking at the little girl in front of him.

Obviously speaking in a soft voice, but it just gave people a little threatening appearance of her frying hair and teeth.

Because Lao Tzu is more cute than you, please reflect on what you have done. jpg

Ah... dying... The emoticon pack of God stepping on a horse is so cute.

Yan Chao just looked at the little girl like this, and didn't even want to follow Chu Ci's words, "I've been reflecting on it, it's my fault."

You are so quick to reflect.

Chu Ci paused slightly, and stopped slightly, tilting his head to look at this. Maybe he didn't think at all, but relied on his subconscious instinct to answer. Don't you be really silly?

Although she had taken her temperature before, Chu Ci subconsciously raised her hand to touch the temperature on Yanchao's forehead.

Yan Chao didn't move, watching Chu Ci slowly stirring the bowl while slowly letting the temperature of the porridge inside drop down.

There is only one thought left in my head: Porcelain Treasure is going to feed me...

There should be nothing wrong, Chu Ci probably tested his temperature, and then stuffed the porridge bowl whose temperature was just right for the entrance into Yan Chao's hand.

"Senior drink it."

Yan Chao:...

Looking at the bowl in his hand, Yan Zhao had a dark light of dissatisfaction in his eyes, and his body became even more paralyzed behind him, "The body is sore and uncomfortable."

Obviously it was just a fever, how could he become so hypocritical.

The only trace of Qingming Yanchao spit on himself, while raising his eyes to look at Chu Ci.

The consequence of not thinking about it is that this reason is crappy and naive, and the purposeful one is almost written on his face: Feed me.

Chu Ci paused, and couldn't help but laugh without being stretched. His voice was also with a sweet, unhelpful smile, "Senior, are you a kid?"

If it's a child, you can feed it. Now you say that he is only three years old and he can do without saying anything.

After being sick, he was capricious and naive, and he didn't stop until he reached the goal, and even the previous restraint disappeared completely.

It's really safe to say three years old.

Chu Ci smiled and took the bowl, scooped a spoonful and handed it to his lips.

Yan, who had his wish, still had a serious face at the age of three, and then opened his mouth.

When the meal is over, it's time to take the temperature again.

Putting the thermometer in place, looking at the time, Chu Ci sat on the side of the bed casually looking through the phone with his phone, waiting for him to take his temperature.

Looking at the little girl sitting next to her bed with a thermometer in her mouth, the faint light of the phone screen shone on her small, tender and well-behaved face.