Chapter 118： What can you stop me doing?

When she sits on the floor and sleeps, just pick her away and there will be no such thing.

After taking the anti-fever medicine and cold medicine, Li Beichen used a towel to physically cool Ye Qingge. The delicate little face was flushed, and the heat that came out of his mouth hit Li Beichen's hand.

"You blame yourself? You regret it? Are you distressed?"

Li Mumu leaned against the door, looking at his dad's somewhat awkward appearance, really amused.

"Why don't you go find your godfather, or find your brother Feng to play!"

Li Beichen really didn't want to pay attention to his son.

"That won't work, you and my mother are the only ones left in this family. She's delirious. If you do something to her, who knows, no one will stop her, that won't work!"

Li Mumu laughed at the thief, and couldn't hide his jokes.

Li Mumu's mother's name was smooth and natural, and as soon as she accepted it in her heart, she didn't need to adapt too much.

"What can you stop me doing?" Li Beichen smiled, what the son was thinking about all day.

He is so hungry and thirsty, this woman is so sick, he will still have that thought.

"Then try it!"

The person is not big, but the tone is not small, this is Xiaoye Li, madly dragging him.

"go to sleep!"

"Dad, go and cook some porridge for my mother. If she wakes up, she will be hungry. You can cook porridge for her personally, and she will be cured if she is moved by drinking."

"If you don't do that, go to sleep!"

Li Beichen paused for a few seconds, then replied deeply.

"It seems that my mother likes to drink sweet potato and pumpkin porridge. People who are sick can't eat it greasy!"

With his hands in his pockets, he left leisurely, with a smile on his face.

A certain man who said not to do that was cooking porridge in the kitchen.

The chef who was waiting on the side mentioned his throat in his heart. If it was hot, they could not afford it.

Li Beichen was wearing a white compassionate shirt and black slacks. The dignity and dullness of his suit were removed, just like a family man.

He stirred the porridge so earnestly, dots of pumpkin sweet potatoes rolled in the snow-white porridge.

This is the first time Li Beichen has entered the kitchen for a woman named Ye Qingge.

Sure enough, Ye Qingge woke up at one o'clock in the morning, the fever subsided, and people were hungry.

I was sweating, my body was cold and weak, I looked around and found myself lying on Li Beichen's bed.

But Li Beichen fell asleep while sitting on the bed with a towel in his hand.

Ye Qingge wanted to drink water, stood up, wanted to grab the cup on the bedside table, but Li Beichen was in the middle.

He didn't have any strength, so he lay on Li Beichen's upper body without supporting it.

Li Beichen was awakened in a cold sweat.

"If you want to drink water, you have to get up by yourself!" Li Beichen thought that Ye Qingge wanted to drink water.

Hugging her, let her lean on the head of the bed, and feed her with a water glass.

"I...drink it myself, uncle..." His voice was hoarse, and his breath was empty.

Ye Qingge was a fire attack. She was worried about Ye Wenwen and felt sorry for Li Nancheng, and she didn't know how to face Li Beichen.

"Open your mouth!" How could Li Beichen let her drink it by herself? She was still stubbornly ill.

She was really thirsty, Ye Qingge no longer stubborn, opened her mouth, and drank happily.

"Thank you, uncle, for causing you trouble!"

Ye Qingge's words were not hypocritical, she really didn't want to cause trouble to others, that was her temperament and didn't like to owe others.