Chapter 1181： Son is his pride

Chapter 1181 Son, is his pride

She held the bottle, put it in her mouth and took a sip.

Xiao Mohan turned around, got up with Xiao Yijue in his arms, and walked away, obviously in a hurry, and said in a deep voice, "Why is it burning so badly?"

Hugged by Xiao Mohan, his eyelids moved, he opened his eyes, and looked at Xiao Mohan dumbly, unable to even speak, his small body leaned into his arms.

Walking into the study with Xiao Yijue in his arms, holding the anti-fever stickers, sticking them on his forehead and soles of feet, fetched the medicine, melted into water, and handed it over.

"Hmm, puff." Xiao Yijue was given the medicine, his face wrinkled in pain, and he subconsciously wanted to vomit.

The medicine oozes from the corner of his mouth, and Xiao Yijue covers his mouth and glances at Xiao Mohan.

"Cough cough." Xiao Yijue coughed in a low voice, the medicine was sprayed out, and Xiao Mohan's face and clothes were dirty.

After coughing, Xiao Yijue panicked.

The medicine was too painful to swallow. He covered his small mouth and looked at Xiao Mohan indifferently, not daring to move.

"Drink the medicine and it will be cured soon." Xiao Mohan knelt on the edge of the sofa, reached out to support his body, and handed the bowl to his mouth.

Xiao Mohan was stunned, preparing to remove the bowl.

Who knows that Xiao Yijue’s chubby little hand stretched out, holding the bowl he wanted to remove, his small mouth drank, and he swallowed it forcibly.

"Hmm." Xiao Yijue was so bitter, his handsome face wrinkled into a ball.

"Papa Papa" Xiao Yijue licked his small mouth....

Xiao Yijue licked his small mouth and looked at the tissue on Xiao Mohan's hand. He stretched out his small hand and pinched it, subconsciously wiping Xiao Mohan's face, trying to wipe off the liquid medicine he sprayed.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan stared at him, wiped his face before returning to his senses.

His dark eyes are complicated, staring at Xiao Yijue.

Even though he knew that Xiao family men must be independent, Xiao Yijue, a child who was only more than three months old, could not even walk, seemed to be able to read everything.

"Your performance today is very good! Reward." Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand and handed it a lollipop from the coffee table.

When Xiao Yijue saw this, he lowered his head and held it, his eyes bright.

Wen Shui pushed the door in, with a solemn expression. He wanted to discuss matters with him. He smelled the strong smell of medicine. He stepped forward and asked in a daze, "Han, don't tell Ben Shao, the fourth master drank this medicine?"

"Well, I drank it." When Xiao Mohan responded, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Xiao Yijue again.

He stretched out his slender fingertips, rubbed Xiao Yijue’s mouth, and then laughed again.

"Did you forcibly administer it?" I couldn't believe it. It was a bit bitter for him to change this medicine to drink by himself.

In addition to suppressing fever, this medicine also adds many special medicinal materials and grinds them into powder, which is miserable! Most people don't drink it.

"He doesn't need it." Xiao Mohan was full of pride when he said this.

He fetched a basin of water and wiped Xiao Yijue's face and hands before he took off his shirt, washed his face, and took a clean piece of cloth.

Wen Shui was stupid, stood there looking at Xiao Yijue, and said in a deep voice, "Four Lord, I admire you."

Xiao Mohan turned around, tied the buttons elegantly, and asked in a low voice, "Is something wrong with me?"

"Han, let the brothers withdraw, Ben Shao knows, so many days have passed, I am afraid that I can't find it." The voice of the question is very heavy, and the mood is unclear.

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan replied in a deep voice.

Wen Shui walked to the bar and leaned against it, took out a cup, looked down, and said, "I have been in contact with her many times, but I have never asked her name."

Some regrets, some regrets.

(End of this chapter)