Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

Every time she had a fever, Su Shi gave her a towel and a pediatric antipyretic sticker to physically cool her.

She has learned experience.

Su Shi smiled and nodded, "Okay."

If Xiao Qiao cools him physically, he will surely die.

After the mother and daughter had finished eating, Su Shi went into the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Su Xiaoqiao ran into the room, Su Yan washed the dishes out, and swept around in the living room. Su Xiaoqiao's small figure was not seen. She went to the room door in doubt.

As he walked, he asked, "Little Joe, what are you doing?"

"Wear a mask." Su Xiaoqiao's small body appeared like a small meat ball. She wore a red coat just bought at Christmas, wearing small gloves and a mask, and appeared neatly.

Su Shi frowned and thought it was funny. "Uncle's home is very close. Don't wear a mask."

Su Xiaoqiao said milkily, "a cold can be contagious."

Su Shi: "..."

Small things, really thoughtful ...!

But it really makes sense. She caught the cold, and she forgot it.

Sometimes her mind is really not as good as this little girl.

Su Shi thought for a while and shook her head with a smile. She took Su Xiaoqiao's hand and walked toward the door.

After changing the shoes, Su Shi picked up the heat-preserving bucket on the shoe cabinet.

Su Xiaoqiao looked at her thermos bucket and asked, "Does Mommy need to hot your uncle?"

Su Shi said, "No, it's porridge, for my uncle."

"Oh."

The mother and daughter talked while leaving the house. It was snowing outside. It was not big. The small snowflakes were flying. The wind was much smaller than yesterday.

The footprints I stepped on last night in the yard were covered again by the needs last night.

The two walked out of the yard one step at a time.

Su Xiaoqiao shakes off Su Shi's hand, two short legs run forward quickly, towards the yard of Ming Ansheng's house.

"Uncle, uncle said ..."

She shouted excitedly as she ran, as if she hadn't seen each other for a few days.

"Little Qiao." Ming Ansheng heard Su Xiaoqiao's shouting in the room, opened the door, and looked at the courtyard door.

Suddenly, a pair of little hands clasped his legs, and the soft little face hugged softly on his legs.

Ming Ansheng looked down at the little thing holding him, with a coddled smile on his face, "Little baby."

He stooped and hugged Su Xiaoqiao.

"I touch it." Su Xiaoqiao took off his gloves and touched Ming Ansheng's forehead with his back of his hand.

There is something different.

After touching for a while, she looked at Ming An Sheng and asked, "Are you still feverish?"

Ming Ansheng was also puzzled by the sudden act of the little girl, and suddenly realized that she looked up and laughed.

With some hoarse laughter, hearty and nice.

He grabbed Su Xiaoqiao's little meat hand and rubbed it on his lips, smiling, and said, "No fever, it's fine."

"Touch it." Su Xiaoqiao was restless, and put his hand on Ming Ansheng's forehead.

She frowned, and the serious appearance made Ming Ansheng extremely open.

I couldn't help tightening my hands, pouting and kissing the little girl's forehead, "The little baby is really a good daughter of my father."

Su Xiaoqiao leaned his head back, looked at Ming Ansheng, and explained with her immature voice: "You can't eat ice cream, you can't drink cold water."

Ming Ansheng nodded ‘obediently’, “I see.”

Su Xiaoqiao also said, "It is necessary to take a good rest with your eyes closed, drink plenty of water, and not drink with you."

Ming Ansheng patiently cooperated, "Well, I know everything, doctor."

"Close your eyes obediently and take a good rest." Su Xiaoqiao blinked his eyes.