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A box of fried chicken wing s appeared in front of him. Little Wife smiled and said: "Chief, it's still warm. I'll buy it for you. Chief, this is very delicious."

This year seemed to be a bit warmer than the previous years.

Wei Minmin's reaction was fast, and she immediately started to clean up.

He watched leisurely as she ran left and right, gathering up all the messy clothes within a minute.

"Ming-er, go back!"

"Huh?"

"Ah what? I'm on leave. I'm going back to B City to celebrate New Year." Maybe they were all right. Things that had been going on for so long were now heading for a new life, and many things were going to change.

Just like Little Min, it was also the past.

He couldn't blame his mother anymore. Perhaps, this was life.

Wei Minmin was a little resentful. She felt that she really was an object, when they told her to go east, she had to go east, and west, only two days later, she had to go back.

She swore that in the future, she would learn to stand on her own two feet and become the Lord of her own life.

The flight was very late, and before long she began to doze, her little face resting on his hand, her thin, soft skin under his eyes.

Gu Mojing sighed lightly and pulled up the blanket to cover the Little Wife.

She was afraid of the cold. If she was cold, if she had a cold, he would be in more trouble.

Along the way, she was a bit muddle-headed, but what he was worried about still happened. When they got back in the car, she weakly leaned on his shoulder, occasionally leaning over and then quickly straightening her seat.

He simply gave her a light hug and let her lie on his lap. Her small face snuggled into his hands. The skin under his fingertips was so smooth and so hot.

He told the driver to take her to the hospital, the hospital he hated the most, but when he got to the door, he carried her in without hesitation.

"Doctor, my wife has a fever."

The doctor in the emergency room found a thermometer and gave it to him.

After a few minutes, he took it out and said, "It should be cold. It's alright. It's only 38 degrees Celsius. Just prescribe some antipyretic."

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. On the way back, it drizzled a little. He kept looking out the window.

So it was just a slight fever. Going to the hospital wasn't as difficult as he had imagined.

Min Min, she will really walk out.

"Drink water. Drink water." Little Wife shouted.

He stroked her face gently with his fingers. "We're almost home."

She actually quieted down, her muddled mind sticking to his hand. The warmth made her feel warm.

When he got home, he gave her a towel to wipe her face. He gave her the medicine and some water, but she immediately got up and spat it out.

He gave her another antipyretic and ordered, "Take it."

Her throat moved as she swallowed the medicine.