Princess, be nice

Chapter 1191

He put the veil on Xie Ci's forehead very carefully, gently and carefully, which made Yuan Changhuan jealous, "Son, why are you being so nice to this liar."

"Mother, stop messing around. Daddy is injured and has a fever." Yuan Miao looked at Yuan Changhuan seriously, "Okay, if mother doesn't want to take care of Daddy, then Miao Miao will take care of him."

Then he let out a long sigh, "Sure enough, as Daddy said, besides Miaomiao, Daddy has no one else who loves him."

Dumbfounded by his own son, Yuan Changhuan rubbed his little head vigorously, "It's clearly you, father, who lied to us."

"Mother, the fever is real, and the wound is real, how did Daddy lie?"

As expected of awakening the dreamer with one word, the corners of Yuan Changhuan's lips froze, and he remained silent for a while.

Sensitively, Yuan Miao realized that her mother had stopped talking, so she poked her mother cautiously, "Mother, are you angry?"

"Mother is not angry, mother thinks Miaomiao is right."

She shouldn't think too much, it might as well be as simple as her own son's. He is right, Xie Ci's injury is not a lie, and his fever is not a lie, even though he is pinching himself to prevent him from going, it is also true.

but……

She shouldn't ignore this premise, he did it to save their mother and child.

Closing his eyes, Yuan Changhuan patted his son's little head lightly.

Unexpectedly, mother would say these words to him, Yuan Miao almost thought that mother was going to beat him up, after all, mother is usually very jealous, seeing mother admitting her mistake at this time, Yuan Miao was frightened, "Mother, then ..."

Picking up the handkerchief that had already been scalded by Xie Ci's body temperature, Yuan Changhuan handed it to his son, "Go and get a new one."

"it is good."

It's rare to be able to do something with mother, Yuan Miao wanted to do it well from the bottom of his heart, seeing that Yuan Changhuan needed him, he immediately jumped off.

Repeat the action just now, and become more and more familiar.

Xie Ci was in a coma, the corners of his lips were still curled, and he didn't intend to purse them flat.

At this moment, Yuan Changhuan really realized that he had misunderstood and thanked him. He really didn't wake up, and everything was just a mean move.

After working in the middle of the night, the temperature in Xie Ci's hands gradually dropped. Yuan Miao ran back and forth countless times. Seeing Xie Ci's temperature drop, he felt a sense of accomplishment, "Miao Miao can take care of Daddy now."

"When your father wakes up, mother will definitely tell him." Yuan Changhuan rubbed his son's cheeks, "Okay, you can go to bed now."

"Miao Miao did a good job today." Yuan Changhuan kissed his son on the cheek, making Yuan Miao's originally hazy eyes instantly brighten.

Ever since he became sensible, mother has rarely kissed him.

So now that she got a kiss, Miaomiao was very happy, she put her arms around Yuan Changhuan's neck and rubbed it vigorously, then she was satisfied and shrank back to the inside of the thank you speech, and closed her eyes.

This time, the corners of Yuan Miao's lips were also curved, as if falling asleep with a sweet dream.

The father and son had the same expressions, even the curvature of the lips. Only at this time did Yuan Changhuan realize that the two of them had a little bit of similarity.

It is strange that the father and son are not half alike.

Yuan Changhuan shook his head, shaking off any doubts in his mind, and looked at Xie Cigai's hand. This man was not afraid of being tired, and even held her for a whole night.

(End of this chapter)