My Bitter Love with Mr. CEO

Qiao Xue's words knot, yes, she feels that she is crazy just to song Zixuan, a pair of slightly resentful eyes are staring at her, two people's heads are close to each other, her head is on Song Zixuan's arm, two head sides almost touch each other.

For a moment, I just felt that the world was quiet, even the sound of wind and rain outside was faintly disappeared. I could only hear each other's breathing. Qiao Xue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She closed her eyes and touched it gently.

Song Zixuan didn't expect that she was so bold and dared to kiss him. She wanted to push her away and tell her to know her identity?

Just that pair of soft red lips touched to come over, suddenly had no way to push her away, by her pillow arm along with the situation to buckle her back brain, deepened this kiss, he never thought originally Qiao Xue's lips also have a different flavor.

He easily pries open her lips, in which rampant, Qiao Xue also responds, only feels that his whole person is drunk, the whole person is about to melt away.

Two people are hot kiss, Huanhuan in the side of a big sleep, not affected.

Song Zixuan feels that a kiss can't satisfy her any more. She really wants to put her under the pressure and teach this woman a lesson.

All of a sudden, he pushed her away and got up angrily from the bed. "Qiao Xue, you will kill her sooner or later."

At that time, poor song Zixuan walks into the bathroom again. If there is anything wrong with his body, it is Qiao Xue, the dead woman.

Qiao Xue is still in bed, her head has not recovered, and she is still intoxicated in the kiss just now. For the first time, she feels that kissing song Zixuan is such a happy thing. It seems that it's worth dying the next second.

Until she heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, she finally knew what he meant? Thinking of this, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

"Huanhuan, your father is actually a very good father. You forget all the things just now." Qiao Xue is in a good mood. She closes her eyes and sleeps happily with song Huan in her arms.

Song Zixuan scolds Qiao Xue hundreds of times in the bathroom. This dead woman dares to seduce her. He has already washed cold water twice tonight. If he washes it again, he worries that he won't do it.

He swore in his heart that sooner or later, he would teach this woman a lesson and let her know that men can't be provoked.

Fortunately, it's not winter now, or I'll wash cold water twice a night. I'm afraid the blacksmiths will not be able to do it. The more I think about it, the harder I will be forced. If Qiao Xue is in front of him now, maybe I'll strangle her, so as not to be upset.

After taking a bath, song Zixuan watched them all sleep. He didn't want to go in and disturb them. He went into his study to see the rain.

Early in the morning, before dawn, the trees and plants were scattered after the heavy rain. Qiao Xue came to sleep and looked at the baby. She reached over and touched her face and found that it seemed a little hot. She got up from the bed, touched her forehead again and touched it again. It was really burning.

She rushed into the study, the study of song Zixuan pulled up, "Zixuan, wake up, Zixuan, Huanhuan seems to have a fever."

Song Zixuan was awakened by her, very unhappy, but heard is Huanhuan fever, in the heart a surprised, sleepiness all disappeared, quickly followed Qiao Xue walked past, touched her forehead, "take thermometer."

Qiao Xue flurried out the thermometer from the medicine box and put it under Huanhuan's liquid. After a while, she looked at the temperature above and found that there was a little fever. She felt guilty. She must have had a fever because she didn't take good care of her last night.

The child's fever can be big or small, song Zixuan picked her up, looked at Qiao Xue, the woman is anxious to cry out, "children sick is also very normal things, you stay at home, I will take Huanhuan to the hospital now."

"No, I'm going too. Anyway, I'm going to be on the moon. I don't want to see her with my own eyes. I'm not at ease." Qiao Xuecai doesn't care about confinement. Anyway, she thinks it's much better now. She's going to get moldy in her room. Fortunately, Huanhuan is here, but now she's going to be taken away, and she's still feverish. How can she be at home?

Song Zixuan said that she could only follow her at last. Zhou Huigang got up and didn't expect to see their husband and wife come down from the stairs with their children in their arms. He asked nervously, "Zixuan, what's wrong with Huanhuan?"

"Mom, Huanhuan has a fever when she wakes up this morning. I'll take her to the hospital. Mom, don't follow me. I'll take care of the baby."

Hearing song Zixuan's words, Zhou Hui reached over and touched, "it's a little fever. It's normal for children to have a cold and fever. Take a blanket with them."

"Xiaoxue, you should pay more attention to it. You can't blow, or you can stay at home. I'll go with Zixuan." Zhou Hui thinks that Qiao XueYue's confinement is not full yet. She is worried that if she let Qiao's family know, she still thinks she is abusing her.

"Mom, I'll be fine. I can't put joy in my heart."

"Well, be careful, you two. Call me if you need anything." Zhou Hui explained it to them. Thinking of their parenthood and their children's affairs, they should make more efforts to let them know how difficult it is to raise a child.

Came to the hospital, the hospital is not a lot of people, soon hung up and saw the doctor.

Standing at the door, they were very anxious. Although they had only a little fever, they could not stop worrying. At the moment, they both understood the meaning of "raising a child for 100 years, worrying for 99 years".

Song Zixuan sits calmly at the door, but his eyes look inside from time to time. Huanhuan has been very good since he was born. Occasionally, he just has a little temper tantrum. According to his mother, the little girl is much better than he was.

"Zixuan, do you think Huanhuan will be ok? It's all my fault. It must be that I didn't take care of her last night. I slept too much. " Qiao Xue's heart is really self blame dead, the first three months of children, have to take good care of, at this time of the child is particularly easy to get sick.

"It's OK. My daughter is not so delicate. She will be OK." He pulled her down and let her sit next to him. Since Huanhuan was carried in by the doctor, she has been walking around the door. She is not tired, and he is not tired.

"It's just a little fever. You don't have to be so nervous. It'll be OK." He couldn't help but put down his voice to comfort her and didn't want to shout at her.

Qiao Xue was still worried. For a long time, the doctor finally came out, "doctor, how's my daughter?"

"It's OK. It's just a little bit of high fever. It's been dealt with. The child is small, so we should pay more attention." The doctor explained the situation, said some matters needing attention, and they were relieved at last.

Song Zixuan thinks that the child is still young, whether it's time to find a family doctor. When they come home with the child, it's already noon.

Huanhuan has been sleeping since she took milk in the car. She doesn't cry. But Qiao Xue is also heartbroken. She always feels sick when she gets sick. Fortunately, she has a little high fever, which is not too serious.

When the child is handed over to Zhou Hui, they realize that they didn't have breakfast. The servant has already prepared the food and brought it to the table.

Watching Qiao Xue eat like a cat, song Zixuan is a little displeased and goes to her bowl, "how can I eat so small? If you don't eat well, Huanhuan can't eat well. "

He was ferocious in educating her, letting her know that he cared about her because of her children, which was absolutely meaningless.

Qiao Xue doesn't have a big appetite. She just looks at the dish that song Zixuan put in. Then she looks at a ferocious expression. Her eyes reveal the meaning of "she dares not to have a try". But she wrists her eyebrows and eats it.

"That's enough. I can't eat any more." Qiao Xue looked at him as if he was going to pile his bowl into a hill, and quickly picked up the bowl and moved it away.

"Well, eat quickly. It's not a child. When you eat, you have to let others say that you need to drink some more soup. Mom says this soup is very suitable for you." Song Zixuan himself did not find, when he has begun to pay attention to Qiao Xue everything.

After lunch and tossing all morning, they went back to the room together. Zhou Hui had coaxed the children to sleep. Seeing them back, "Huanhuan has gone to sleep. I'll take the children these two nights. You are still young and have no experience."