Lord Huo picked up a real princess

Chapter 17 Writing
Wanwan took the bottle for several days in a row, and at night the fever returned slightly.

Huo Yin took a thermometer and measured it for her.

37.6.

She was half lying on the bed with the blanket in her arms, her smile was still sweet.

"Wanwan is fine."

A sick person comforts others first.

To be honest, since she was born until now, she has rarely lived like this for a few days.

When it was serious before, she didn't get out of bed for two months, she always had high fever repeatedly, and drank bowl after bowl of medicine prescribed by the imperial doctor.

Thanks to that "angel in white", Wanwan felt much better.

Huo Yin put the thermometer back, saw a small dish of candy on her bedside table, and took it away without saying a word.

This morning Wanwan ate sweets at the clinic, and the doctor reminded him when he saw that, during the high fever period, he should eat lightly and eat less junk food.

Huo Yin specifically searched the Internet, and ordered a nutritious stewed soup from the takeaway. It was already half cold when it was delivered, so he poured it all into a pot and boiled it up.

Wanwan was wearing a thick pullover, and the snow-white sea urchin hair added a bit of playfulness. She was sitting on the coffee table, holding a 0.5 black fountain pen in her hands, and carefully traced the characters.

one two Three…

She is a studious child. Every time she traces, she starts from the most basic, and then traces to the place she plans to complete today.

Halfway through the drawing, someone knocked on the glass of the kitchen partition.

Remind her to eat.

Wan Wan immediately put down her pen, closed the book without haste, stood up and walked to Huo Yin's side.

He pointed to the sink, and Wan Wan washed her hands sensiblely.

He also took two facial tissues from the table to wipe his hands.

This is Huo Yin's habit, and she followed suit.

There were two bowls, one large and one small, on the table, bought by someone who went to the supermarket yesterday, and with Huo Yin's acquiescence, Wanwan picked out many items that seemed to be her favorite.

This includes potato chips, milk, rubber bands, Kleenex, rice, and more.

There was also the two boxes of strawberry flavor that Wan Wan took from the shelf at the cash register with an innocent face... At that time, the cashier's eyes were full of gossip and amazement.

The gossip was of course the two boxes of strawberry flavored things, and the surprise was for Huo Yin, who was not wearing a hat, and Wanwan, who was dressed exquisitely and expensively.

After returning home, Huo Yin picked out the two small boxes from the shopping bag with a blank expression, and threw them into the garbage bag that he was going to take down for disposal.

Fortunately, Wanwan bought so many things that she didn't even remember what she took.

She is also immersed in the joy of shopping, as well as curiosity and interest in the world.

Of course, she still didn't dare to approach the kettle because she was afraid of the voice-activated desk lamp that Huo Yin threw under the sofa.

Even when the radio outside the window started playing music, she would subconsciously move towards Huo Yin.

The two of them didn't make much noise when they ate, Wan Wan ate slowly, elegantly and dignifiedly, Huo Yin ate quickly and swiftly, but he didn't appear rude.

When he finished eating, Wanwan took a few sips of the soup.

Her usual eating habit is to eat out of a bowl quietly, and Huanyu will ladle out the soup for her, so every time she eats, she always forgets to bring her own vegetables.

Huo Yin held the chopsticks, each of which gave her a chopstick.

"Thank you."

Wanwan raised her head to thank him, her eyes were crooked like crescents when she smiled.

Huo Yin was going out in the afternoon, and poured Wanwan a glass of water before going out.

When she is alone at home, she will not walk around, but will sit on the coffee table obediently, carefully copying the traditional and simplified Chinese comparison table.

Copy from one to twenty, write from twenty to one hundred, and write from one hundred to my own name.

Time passed little by little, and the sun was high and low.

After copying half of the book, Wanwan pursed her lips lightly.

It was getting dark, and the light in the room was no longer enough for her to read the text clearly.

Snow particles are flying outside.

Huo Yin hasn't come back yet.

(End of this chapter)