Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 972 My Medicine is You

Li Sinian smiled deeper and was coaxed to feel comfortable all over. He put his arms around Yu Sitian and got in the car, "My dear baby, go, I won't go back to school tonight, let's go to the hotel, and I will take you shopping tomorrow! "

Although he has no rights, he still has money in his hands, and it is not a problem to buy a bag of hundreds of thousands.

Yu Sitian curled her lips silently and leaned in to kiss him, "Thank you dear."

It was originally a deal, to talk about feelings? Hurt money!

As long as she climbs up and can earn enough money to give back to her parents and brother, everything is worth it!

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"brother?"

The bedroom was dark, Song Yaoya kicked off his shoes and stepped barefoot on the carpet.

Moonlight spilled in from outside the balcony, and the room was empty with a faint light.

There is no figure of Huo Yunque.

Song Yao touched the balcony very well, and on the black leather sofa, there was a long figure lying on the black leather sofa.

There was only a vague outline, with her back facing her, not sure if she was sleeping.

I don't usually feel it, but when I meet, I feel that my longings are like a tide, and one after another comes to her.

"Brother, why don't you go to bed to sleep?"

She didn't turn on the light and touched it quietly.

Just when she was about to approach, she didn't know what was kicked under her foot, and her foot hurt, and her whole person rushed forward quickly.

Before the fall, Song Yaoya was still thinking: It's over, it's going to hit his brother.

But it was tears that fell before the body.

With tears in his eyes, Song Yaoya fell into a warm and broad embrace.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

Huo Yunque's voice was dumb, a bit lower than in the past.

With a sense of vulnerability that can hardly be noticed without listening carefully.

"Woo... my feet hurt..."

Song Yaoya narrowly exhaled, and the golden beans snapped off, completely out of her control.

She curled her toes, her scalp was tingling.

When I cried, the tip of my nose was red, as if I had been bullied.

"Ugh……"

A low sigh sounded in her ear.

Huo Yunque hugged her and stood up, and the warm yellow chandelier softly illuminated her.

Song Yao's eyes hurt, and he buried his head in his arms.

"very painful."

She was boring and acting like a baby, and her Nuo Nuo voice was nasal.

Very pitiful.

"Sit down."

Huo Yunque helped her sit down, lifted the blanket and knelt on one knee to hold up her little feet.

Song Yao pouted, with tears in his eyes, "Have you taken the medicine? Is it serious? If you are sick, don't take a good rest, why should I lie on the sofa! If I didn't find you, I could knock my feet! I blame you! "She complained with tears in her eyes, but she said she was acting like a baby when she was obviously concerned.

"Yes, I blame it all."

He held her small face, his thumb gently wiped away the tears from his cheek, then he lowered his head, his thin lips slowly pressed against her eyes.

His eyes were scalded, and Song Yao's reflex shrank.

"Brother, your lips are so hot..."

With a low and waxy voice, she pushed him a little, and her little hand moved to touch his forehead.

Slightly hot.

"You have a fever."

"Ok."

Huo Yunque responded in a low voice, with a smile flowing in his dark eyes.

"Go take medicine." Song Yaoya pushed him again.

If it weren't for Huo Yunque's feet, Song Yaoya wanted to go to his pharmacy and grab some Chinese medicine to give Huo Yunque a drink.

Fortunately, there is also Liu Yu, a superb medical expert at home.

As soon as the voice fell, the body fell into an embrace again.

Song Yao was stunned for a moment, and gently wrapped Huo Yunque's waist.

So under the gentle light, the two sit and stand one by one, and the picture is beautiful like a painting.

"My medicine has returned."

(End of this chapter)