Male God, a Little Su

I don't know how long ago, the door was knocked suddenly.

Joey was startled.

By the time he reacted, he had already opened the door.

The little girl put her hand on the door frame, and when she saw him appear, she raised her face and rolled her eyes at him, showing a bright smile, "Master, I'm out of the hospital~"

The surgery hurt her vitality, her mouth was still pale, and her cheeks quickly lost weight.

Just that smile made Qiao Ye feel that his bleak life suddenly brightened.

I finally understand what the difference is.

"Does it hurt?"

When he spoke up, he was surprised that his voice was hoarse.

"very painful!"

Su Yan looked at him aggrievedly, her eyes were red, as if she was about to cry in the blink of an eye.

Soft tones, glutinous with nasal sounds.

"I'll take you in."

He pursed his thin lips slightly, suddenly bent over, picked her up as if he were a thief, closed the door quickly, and gently placed her on the sofa.

When you put the little girl down, look at her expression.

Only then did he realize that Su Yan was pursing his lips, watching him steal, and there was a gleam in his jet-black eyes, as if the stars were shining.

Qiao Ye was helpless, her neck was wrapped around her hands, and she couldn't pull it apart. She was helpless in this position, bent over and asked helplessly, "So funny?"

The two were so close together that their breaths seemed to be intertwined.

But it is distinct.

Su Yan pursed her lips, suddenly her face tensed up, and she stopped smiling.

"You don't even come to see me!" she began to accuse.

Qiao Yexin was sullen. God knows how he came here after the chattering voice was gone in the house this week.

Even eating, I lost my appetite.

Because it's not the taste of a little girl.

"My fault."

The man lowered his head, and the broken hair fell on her forehead, itching.

Su Yan wrinkled her little nose and was stunned for a while, looking up at Qiao Ye in disbelief.

Reaching out a small hand, he touched his forehead.

"What's wrong with you, are you sick??"

It is obviously not Qiao Da Demon's style to admit mistakes so easily.

"Well, I'm sick." Qiao Ye nodded solemnly, took her hand away, squatted down and looked at her, and touched her cheek with a distressed finger, "I've lost weight."

"Is there?" Su Yan blinked, leaned over to look at him, and they looked at him, "I'm sick, have you taken medicine?"

"Well, I didn't eat it originally, but I just ate it."

The corners of Qiao Ye's lips curled slightly, and there was an imperceptible tenderness in his eyes.

"Pfft-"

Su Yan pursed her lips and snickered, "How old are you, are you disabled?"

Qiao Ye glanced at her, "Isn't your illness cured? Go back to bed for me later, where's your mother? She allowed you to run around before you recovered?"

Seeing him get up, Su Yan thought that he was going to send herself away now.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and hurriedly said, "I-I don't want to leave!"

Qiao Ye lowered his eyes, he just wanted to pour her a glass of water.

But he heard the little girl shake the corner of his shirt aggrievedly, "I haven't seen you for a week! Can I stay here? My mother took me back and went to work, and now there is no one at home. "

For a time, an emotion called anger surged in Qiao Ye's mind.

This surprised him because he has always been a very emotional person.

But, let a little girl who has just been discharged from the hospital stay at home by herself. Her wound has not healed. What should I do if I am hungry and thirsty?

This is the first time Qiao Ye has met such irresponsible parents.

He took a deep breath and bent over to pick up the little girl.

"Then don't go back."

Happy Chinese Valentine's Day, darlings~~Refills~?