Princess, be nice

Chapter 1190 Thanks
Walking to the bed, seeing Xie Ci's plain face, Yuan Changhuan's eyes were a little sour, and finally he couldn't help but fell asleep lying on the bed.

After she fell asleep, Xie Ci, who was asleep, slowly opened his eyes, lifted his hand feebly, and placed it on the back of Yuan Changhuan's hand.

Overlap your hands and cover them in one place.

Then he closed his eyes again in satisfaction.

Yuanyuan was still by his side, that was enough.

midnight.

It was Yuan Miao's exclamation that woke Yuan Changhuan up, "It's so hot, Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Changhuan woke up suddenly, and found that the back of his hand seemed to be covered by a piece of hot iron, scalding hot and scary.

"What happened to your father?"

The horrified eyes of his own son came into his eyes, and Yuan Changhuan raised his hand to brush Xie Ci's hand away.However, Xie Ci's grip was very tight, no matter how Yuan Changhuan shook it, he couldn't shake it off.

Sensing Yuan Changhuan's movement, Xie Ci's grip tightened even more. Yuan Miao, who was at the side, noticed that his mother was still struggling with his hand, so he hurried over Xie Ci's body and grabbed Yuan Changhuan's sleeve, " Mother, Daddy has a fever, and his body is very hot."

Of course Yuan Changhuan knew that Xie Ci had a fever.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already dark, what should I do if I have a fever in the middle of the night.

Yuan Changhuan couldn't move his hand, so he could only direct his son, "Miao Miao, step on the chair, go to the water basin, soak the handkerchief, wring it dry and give it to mother."

"Okay, Miao Miao will go now."

Miao Miao quickly jumped onto the bed, and followed her mother's instructions to twist the cold handkerchief.

At this time, Yuan Changhuan had already seen Xie Ci's cheeks. His cheeks were blushing, which was in stark contrast to the previous paleness. Even his bruised lips were faintly red. This man's body began to turn red when he had a fever. .

"Thank you, let go first."

Yuan Changhuan pressed hard, making Xie Ci's hand squeeze tighter and tighter, and he could only soften it, "You loosen it, it hurts me even more."

Probably because of Yuan Changhuan's misty voice, Xie Ci's tight grip really loosened. If he hadn't seen that Xie Ci's forehead was still sweating and his whole body was red, Yuan Changhuan would have suspected that he was Not faking a coma.

Feeling the loosening of Xie Ci's hand, Yuan Changhuan took the opportunity to withdraw his hand.

pity……

Just when she thought she was about to succeed, Xie Ci grabbed her hand suddenly.

"Thank you!"

Yuan Changhuan shouted quite angrily.

In a coma, Xie Ci kept hearing someone calling his name, calling him in countless tones. This voice, which he would never forget for the rest of his life, was Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan was still by her side.

Holding Yuan Changhuan's hand, Xie Ci couldn't help but bend his lips when he heard her voice.

Seeing the corner of Xie Ci's lips curved, Yuan Changhuan thought that Xie Ci was teasing her, and pinched Xie Ci's cheek with his free hand, "Xie Ci, don't think I didn't see it, You are pretending to be asleep!"

"Stop pretending, wake up!"

It's just that no matter how much Yuan Changhuan ravaged Xie Ci, Xie Ci did not show any signs of sobriety.

Yuan Miao, who walked over with a wrung cold handkerchief, saw the scene of his mother ravaging his father at a glance, and almost suffocated in fright, "Mother, father is so sick, you still bully him! "

"I bullied him?" Yuan Changhuan couldn't help but look at him when he heard his son's righteous words, "It's your father, can you pretend to be unconscious and bully us?"

When Yuan Miao was talking to his mother, he had already climbed onto the bed with all his hands and feet.

(End of this chapter)