Qiao Renshan looked at the determined girl with a sore nose.

From Qiao Yimo's care for Grandma Qingzhi just now, she knew that she was not a cool person at the beginning.

Now that Qiao Yimo is so far away from them, everything is self-inflicted.

For her debts, only slowly compensated.

Back in the room, Qiao Yimo saw that Leng Tiong actually got up from the bed.

"You lie down!" She scolded immediately and walked to the man's side.

The man sits on the edge of the bed, his charming peach blossom eyes have the old style, hanging down, looking like aggrieved, "I just thought you were where."

Seeing the aggrieved appearance of the young man's daughter-in-law, Qiao Yimo couldn't help but feel softened, "Where else can I go?"

"Let me see, your fever has gone away." As she said, she reached out and touched the man's forehead.

The forehead is still very hot.

Still have to use anti-fever medicine.

"Momo." The man grabbed her hand that reached out to the phone and said, "Don't worry, I'm all right."

Qiao Yimo frowned, slapped his hand, and said displeased: "What are you talking about? It's still hot."

Not long afterwards, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

The servant walked in with anti-fever medicine.

As soon as Qiao Yimo thought of getting up to take it, the man clung to her slender waist like a child.

I'm not going to let it go.

Qiao Yimo had no choice but to signal the servant to put the anti-fever medicine on the table.

The Tired Master, who is vigorous and vigorous, is like a child when he has a fever.

Quite naive!

Qiao Yimo couldn't laugh or cry.

She could probably guess how she looked shameless when she was drunk. Compared with him, she is probably not much better.

Also, he had taken care of her before, and finally he could rely on her a little bit.

Although she doesn't like to take care of "children", the current feeling is pretty good.

"Come up with an ice pack." Qiao Yimo glanced at the servant and spoke lightly.

The servant nodded and quickly grabbed the ice pack.

Leng Tien seldom has a fever, so when he can be taken care of by others, he almost never has a fever.

Seeing how Qiao Yimo was busy for him.

He really wants to be sick longer.

"Take medicine." Qiao Yimo helped Leng Tiong up.

The man looked at the medicine in front of him, and although he hesitated for a while, he still took it.

At the moment of entrance, it is slightly bitter and not unpalatable.

Qiao Yimo looked at his expression and thought it was bitter, so he asked, "Bitter?"

Leng Juo curled his lips, feeling wronged, "It's very bitter."

Hearing this answer, Qiao Yimo couldn't help laughing.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and spoke lazily, "This medicine is only slightly bitter."

After being dismantled by himself, the man still cheeked and said: "It's just very bitter, I don't care, I want to eat some candy."

"Sugar?" Qiao Yimo twitched at the corner of his mouth, "Where..."

The word "li" hasn't landed yet, and my eyes are blurred.

Her pink lips were tightly blocked by the man.

Knowing that he was pretending, but still couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

After all, if you want to be an ordinary person, you have to fall asleep for a few days and nights.

Therefore, Qiao Yimo didn't bother to resist, and let him kiss for a while before saying, "Is sugar delicious?"

"It's delicious, very sweet" The man squinted his eyes and wiped the corners of his mouth contentedly.

Obviously he was still unfinished.

Those peachy eyes that hooked people were shining brightly at her at this moment.

Qiao Yimo powdered his cheeks and prepared to get up and add some water to the cup.

Just as he was about to get up, the servant pushed in.

"Madam." The servant put an ice bag and a bowl of porridge on the table, and said respectfully: "According to the old lady's instructions, cook a bowl of porridge for Lord Tiong. I put it here."

The man half-lying on the bed frowned, showing no expression.

Qiao Yimo clicked the corner of his lips and said lightly: "Okay."

"The old lady just ordered the kitchen to cook a lot of dishes you like. Would you like to come down to eat?"

The servant's words were obviously addressed to Qiao Yimo.

Qiao Yimo took the bowl on the table, "No, let the old lady eat first, I'll go down later." JrNovels.com