Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

She held the bottle, put it in her mouth and took a sip.

Xiao Mohan turned around, stood up with Xiao Yijue in his arms, and strode away. His steps were obviously a little hasty, and he said in a deep voice: "Why do you have such a severe fever?"

Being held by Xiao Mohan, his eyelids moved. He opened his eyes and looked at Xiao Mohan blankly. He couldn't even speak, and his small body leaned towards his arms.

He carried Xiao Yijue into the study, took a fever-reducing patch, put it on his forehead and soles of his feet, melted the medicine into water and handed it over.

"Uh, poof." Xiao Yijue was given the medicine, and his little face wrinkled up in pain, and he subconsciously wanted to vomit it out.

The medicine seeped out from the corners of his mouth. Xiao Yijue covered his mouth and looked at Xiao Mohan.

"Ahem." Xiao Yijue coughed in a low voice, and the medicine was sprayed out, making Xiao Mohan's face and clothes dirty.

After coughing, Xiao Yijue panicked.

The medicine was too bitter to swallow. He covered his mouth and looked at Xiao Mohan indifferently, not daring to move.

"Drink the medicine and you'll be fine soon." Xiao Mohan knelt on the edge of the sofa, stretched out his hand to support his body, and handed the bowl to his mouth.

Xiao Mohan was stunned for a moment and was about to take the bowl away.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yijue's chubby little hand reached over, hugged the bowl he was about to move away, put his small mouth to it, drank in one gulp, and swallowed it forcefully.

"Hmm." Xiao Yijue was so miserable that his handsome little face wrinkled up.

"Pap tap tap tap" Xiao Yijue licked his mouth...

Xiao Yijue licked his mouth and looked at the tissue in Xiao Mohan's hand. He stretched out his hand to pinch it and subconsciously wiped it on Xiao Mohan's face, trying to wipe away the medicine sprayed out by him.

"Hiss." Xiao Mohan stared at him and was wiped on his face before he came back to his senses.

His dark eyes were complex, staring at Xiao Yijue.

Although he knew that the men of the Xiao family must be independent, Xiao Yijue, a child who was only more than three months old and could barely walk, seemed to be able to understand everything.

"Your performance today is very good! Kudos." Xiao Mohan reached out and handed over a lollipop from the coffee table.

When Xiao Yijue saw this, he lowered his head and held it in his mouth, his eyes bright.

Wenshui opened the door and walked in with a solemn expression, wanting to discuss things with him. Smelling the strong smell of medicine, he strode in and asked blankly: "Han, don't tell me that the fourth master drank this medicine?"

"Well, drink it." When Xiao Mohan responded, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Xiao Yijue again.

He stretched out his slender fingertips and rubbed Xiao Yijue's mouth, and then laughed again.

"Did you force it?" Wenshui couldn't believe it. This kind of medicine would be a bit bitter for him to drink by himself.

In addition to suppressing fever, this medicine also adds many special medicinal materials and grinds it into powder, which is extremely painful! Most people don't drink.

"He doesn't need it." Xiao Mohan was full of pride when he said this.

After fetching a basin of water and wiping Xiao Yijue's face and hands, he took off his shirt, washed his face, and took something clean to put on.

Wenshui was stunned. He stood there looking at Xiao Yijue and said in a deep voice, "Fourth Master, I admire you."

Xiao Mohan turned around, tied his buttons elegantly, and asked in a low voice: "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Han, let the brothers withdraw. I know very well that after so many days, I'm afraid I won't be able to find him." Wenshui's voice was deep and his emotions were unclear.

"Yeah." Xiao Mohan responded in a deep voice.

Wenshui walked to the bar and leaned against it. He took out a cup, lowered his head to study it, and said, "I have been in contact with her many times, but I have never asked her name."

Some regrets, some regrets.