Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old

  Chapter 917 Your cutie is back~~2

  Baby Su Chaoyang saw that the four masters had all been tricked by her, so she dragged Si Mingjing into the house happily.

   "Mom, over there is the baby's room, you go there to rest~~"

   Baby Su Chaoyang has a fever and feels very uncomfortable.

  She must be suffering as much as she does, Xiao Shun is in a hurry, and asks Si Mingjing to go to her room to rest.

  Si Mingjing followed baby Su Chaoyang into a bedroom. The bedroom was covered with photos of her, all of them in Taoist clothes. The navy blue Taoist clothes matched her handsome cheeks, which looked very good. Si Mingjing turned on the phone camera.

  She took pictures one by one, and these photos are very precious to Si Mingjing.

  She missed her daughter's growth, and can only understand her growth process through these photos.

  The bedroom is very simple, with a Monet-colored floor and a large white wall. It is ordinary, but every soft decoration is very emotional, with an indescribable sense of Taoism.

  The 1.5-meter single bed is not fancy. It is covered with white sheets and quilt covers, and the pillow is navy blue. There is a small compass and a small wooden frame mirror on the cherry wood bedside table, giving people a simple feeling.

   "Mom, you go to sleep, and the baby will tell you after the master has done the calculation."

Si Mingjing was pulled by his daughter to sit on the edge of the bed, a feeling of warmth surged into his heart, Si Mingjing picked up his daughter, put her on the bed, touched her hot forehead, and said, "Mum doesn't say anything, Yangyang sleeps. "

   "Mom, the baby is fine, the baby is in great shape~~"

   "Be obedient, be good."

  Si Mingjing pinched the child's hand and felt her pulse.

  Afraid that her mother would be worried, Yang Yang lay down obediently, blinked her eyes, and then patted the place next to her: "Mom, you sleep too, let's sleep together~~"

   "Okay, Mom will sleep with you."

  Si Mingjing put on his clothes and lay down beside his daughter.

  She lay on her side, took her daughter into her arms, and gently patted her back with her hand: "Hey, close your eyes and go to sleep. Your task has been completed, and the rest will be left to Mom and Dad."

   "Oh~~"

  Master will not give face to parents, only she can do it.

  Baby Su Chaoyang pretended to be asleep, and wanted to wait for her mother to fall asleep before going out to continue fooling the masters.

   Never thought that Si Mingjing would take out the silver needle from his pocket, and stab her in the back of the neck quietly.

  As soon as the needle was inserted, Su Chaoyang felt drowsy. She yawned repeatedly, her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and soon fell asleep.

   After she fell asleep, Si Mingjing got out of bed and covered her with a quilt.

  Si Mingjing went out and asked one of the Taoist masters: "Senior, do you have any antipyretics?"

  The Xuanmen boss said bluntly: "No!"

   After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Who has a fever?"

   "Yang Yang."

"What?"

  The four Taoist masters spoke in unison, their voices were terrifying, and they stared at Si Mingjing coldly.

   "Hey, you are an adult, and you can't even take care of a child. Why don't you tell me if you have a fever?"

  The four Taoist masters acted in unison, each rushed back to their respective rooms, rummaged through the boxes inside, ran out with antipyretics and antipyretic stickers, and stuffed them into Si Mingjing's hands.

   "Thank you."

Si Mingjing saw it clearly. The four Taoist bigwigs were all cold-faced and hot-hearted. They seemed not to care about Yang Yang on their lips, but they were more nervous than anyone else in their hearts. Si Mingjing was full of gratitude. house.

  The four Taoist masters followed up together, and stood by the bed watching Si Mingjing put the anti-fever patch on Yang Yang's forehead.

  The third master asked anxiously: "Will you not give her antipyretics?"

  Si Mingjing said: "There are fever-reducing patches, physical therapy first."

   "Are you sure physical therapy works? Are there any antipyretics that work? If it works, give it to her!"

  The Taoist masters who have lived for more than two hundred years are like ants on a hot pot when they encounter illness. They have no feasible suggestions. Si Mingjing does not intend to listen to them. She insists on physical therapy first and then medication to control it.

  After pasting the anti-fever stickers on the child, Si Mingjing said, "Let's go out first and let Yang Yang take a good rest."

The master said anxiously: "You girl, the child has a fever, why do you bring her here? I really don't feel sorry for Yang Yang at all. Let me tell you, girl, it doesn't matter what your status is. If you don't love Yang Yang, you can Don't even think about taking Yangyang away again!"

  Si Mingjing listened to the teaching with an open mind, because several Taoist masters really cared for Yang Yang.

  Second Master took Master Master's hand and said: "Let's go, let Yang Yang have a good rest. Let's go to the kitchen and cook another bowl of millet porridge for Yang Yang. I have experience with fever, and millet porridge is the best."

  The master rushed back to the second master: "Do you think that Yang Yang is as rough-skinned as you? He has a fever and can be fooled by eating a bowl of millet porridge? It must be preserved egg and lean meat porridge!"

  The third master said: "You guys go cook the porridge, and I'll dig out some bird eggs to nourish Yang Yang."

  Fourth master said: "I'll go to the seaside and touch a few fish for Yangyang, and make fish soup for her to drink."

  During the conversation, the four Taoist masters were busy everywhere and dispersed.

  Si Mingjing continued to sit on the bed and take care of his daughter.

   After a while, Mo Yinhe went back and forth, and entered the Taoist temple with both hands carrying big bags and small bags. Seeing that there was no one in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, he called out: "Mingjing?"

  Si Mingjing walked out of the children's room, and took two antipyretics and a cup of hot water.

  Mo Yinhe put large and small bags of gifts on the stone table, all of which were high-end gifts, even if it wasn’t the best, Mo Yinhe couldn’t afford it, but he didn’t know the preferences of several Taoist masters, so he couldn’t match them up.

   If you are in a hurry, buy a few gifts and come to the door first, and then ask Yangyang later, and make up for better gifts according to what he likes.

  Si Mingjing put the antipyretic medicine to his mouth and said, "Take the antipyretic medicine."

"Um."

  Mo Yinhe did not refuse, took antipyretics, took a sip of hot water, and asked, "Where is the person?"

   "I told Yang Yang to go to bed. The seniors learned that Yang Yang had a fever. Fishing fishers, digging out bird eggs, cooking porridge, we all misunderstood, Yangyang is indeed very favored."

  After drinking water, Mo Yinhe reached out to touch her forehead, it was hot: "Have you taken antipyretics yet?"

   "Eat it, I'm not stupid."

  Mo Yinhe took her hand and entered the children's room.

  His eyes were gentle: "Why don't you sleep too?"

   "Business matters."

"No matter how important it is, don't worry about it for a while. Just squint for a while. I don't think it's possible for the masters of Yangyang to give us answers in a while. It's not too late to ask when you have enough energy. I will sleep with you .”

  Knowing that it was impossible for her to sleep, Mo Yinhe simply took off his leather shoes, and pulled her to lie down together.

  The bed of 1.5 meters is very crowded for three people to sleep, so Mo Yinhe hugged her tightly in his arms.

   Afraid that she would not be in the mood to rest, he added: "Mingjing, I went through any door twice, and it was very uncomfortable, please lie down with me for a while."

  (end of this chapter)