Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

"Follow me." Xiao Mohan said, picking up Xiao Yijue. The child's foot accidentally hooked something on the table, and something fell to the ground.

Xiao Mohan was afraid of waking her up, so he subconsciously bent down to catch it.

"This is..." Xiao Mohan looked at the thing in his palm, which had a sticky note on it: "Mo Han, this is what the little fox brought back. It must be what you need."

Looking at the thing, Xiao Mohan held it tightly and ran out excitedly.

"Bang" Xiao Mohan pushed the door open, but he used too much force and almost tore the door down. When he rushed in, Wen Lao was undressing and preparing to rest.

"Third Master?" Wen Lao turned around when he heard the sound and saw Xiao Mohan rushing in with Xiao Yijue in his arms. He quickly fastened his buttons and stepped forward to greet him.

Xiao Mohan opened his palm, handed something to him, and asked, "Is that it?"

"Let me take a look." Wen Lao took the thing, put it between his nose, sniffed it, crushed it hard, turned around and walked towards the inner room, Xiao Mohan quickly followed.

Suddenly looking at Xiao Yijue, he thought that he was a child and should not be exposed to too much medicine.

"Lie down for a while." Xiao Mohan said, put him on the sofa and walked towards the inner room.

In the early morning, a ray of sunshine shines on the earth.

"Hiss." Wenshui turned over and bumped into the corner of the sofa. He climbed up and subconsciously shouted: "Feng Tianjing, are you awake?"

Wenshui stood up and walked towards the bed. He saw the soft bed and the quilts were folded neatly, but he didn't see her figure. Wenshui turned around and walked out, calling: "Feng Tianjing."

"Bang" he rushed out and bumped into someone.

Han Changqing's cold face darkened slightly. He felt pain from being hit by Wenshui. He reached out and pinched Wenshui's face, pushed it aside, and said in a cold voice: "What are you doing with your hair?"

"Have you seen Feng Tianjing?" Wenshui asked, hurriedly walking out.

Han Changqing turned around handsomely, smiled softly, and joked: "I just sent her away."

"Leave? She's gone?" Wenshui listened, a little disappointed, but tried his best to hide it. He combed his hair in embarrassment and said, "I'm going to see how my sister-in-law is doing."

He said that his steps were a little messy and he walked forward.

In the early morning, Gu Chuyan was lying on the bed, with a movie playing in her mind, and many things kept repeating.

"Brother, brother, no." Gu Chuyan said in a panic. When Xiao Mohan heard her voice, he quickly pushed away the computer, ran towards her, and touched her forehead.

"Why do you have a fever?" Xiao Mohan frowned slightly and took her temperature.

There was a knock on the door, and a voice asked for water, saying: "Cold."

"Come in." Xiao Mohan said, wiping the cold sweat from her forehead. Xiao Mohan's silent black eyes were bloodshot because he hadn't rested for several days.

"She has a high fever, 40 degrees. Is this normal?" Xiao Mohan handed the thermometer forward, asked for water, took it and looked at it.

He stepped forward, touched Gu Chuyan's forehead, checked her and said, "The pulse is very messy and the beating is very irregular. Could it be that I am wrong?"

Wenshui said, not daring to neglect, and said to Xiao Mohan: "Medicine box."

Han Changqing also came in. After hearing Wenshui's words, he quickly went to get the medicine box and handed it over. Wenshui gave her an injection. Xiao Mohan stared closely, afraid of missing every moment.

"In half an hour, let's see if sister-in-law can reduce the fever." Wenshui said. He was leaning there a little exhausted and looked at Xiao Mohan with a complicated expression.

Wenshui was carried by Han Changqing, and he threw it towards the ground, saying, "Where is the coolness?"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaae" By the time Wenshui screamed in pain, he heard someone screaming in more pain than him. Wenshui silently lowered his head and saw that the little fox was so pressed by him that his tongue came out, struggling and digging in the mud with his claws.

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