Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"You must like her in particular ..." Auspicious voice was very low. Xiao couldn't even hear herself, she sucked her nose hard, and finally glanced at Song Tong, then she got up slowly.

"Drinking the medicine?" Song Fu looked at the empty bowl in Jixiang's hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and kept his frowning froze, then suddenly he stretched out, "Drinking just fine."

"Daddy, let me cook for you," Jixiang was so busy that he walked to the table in three steps and took out the basin from the bottom of the table. He went to Baimen and asked Song Fudao, "Daddy, would you like to eat onion cakes today?"

"Girl, don't need to work so hard, just do it casually." Song Fu is very distressed and auspicious. Although auspiciousness has always been capable and lucid, he is reluctant to make auspiciousness.

"It's okay, onion cakes are not difficult to make," Jixiang said with a smile, "Boil a red date millet porridge, wait for my brother to wake up, add a little brown sugar and drink together, the best way to sweat is to drive away evil spirits."

"Okay, you can do it," Song Fu nodded, lowering the tea bowl, getting up and walking inward, "I'll wipe Tonger all over again."

"Daddy, let's go ..." Jixiang was so busy that he called Song Fu. "The elder brother just fell asleep after drinking the medicine. After a while, he wiped him. He managed to sleep properly."

Song Fu thought and nodded: "Yes, I'm confused."

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When the sun was thin, Song Tong finally woke up.

"Tonger, are you awake?" Song Fu had been in front of the bed for a long time. As soon as he saw Song Tong opened his eyes, he was too busy to get up to check it, but he sat up for a long time. I felt that my legs and feet were numb, and now another buttock sat back, and I couldn't help breathing in my mouth. "Oh!"

"Dad!" Song Tong was too busy to get up and help Song Fu, but he was weak and fell on the bed again, coughing, "Dad! What happened to you? What happened?"

Jixiang heard the movement and was so busy that he put down the spoon in his hand and wiped his hand and ran in: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Song Tong's entire chest was exposed. At this time, he couldn't remember the taboos in anxiety, and was too busy to say auspiciously: "Auspicious, come over and see, Dad seems to have cramps."

Jixiang was so busy squatting down to check that Song Fu was covering his calf stomach, and he was pumping with pain. Seeing that it was cramping, Jixiang didn't dare to touch it, and anxiously asked: "Daddy, what do you think? Can you stand up? ?"

"His ..." Song Fu was sweating in the brain, shaking his head at Auspicious, "I should be fine for a while."

"Daddy, can I help you sit by the stove for a while? Boil you a bowl of **** soup?" Jixiang looked worried, "I'm afraid you've been sitting for a long time and getting cold."

Song Fu smiled weakly: "It's all right, girl, after a while, it will be."

Song Tong was lying on the edge of the bed with an anxious expression. He had the intention to let Song Fu go to bed and sleep, but he knew that he was suffering from wind and cold, and was worried that Song Fu would be passed to Song Fu. The old man His body was already weak. If it was infected by the cold again, it would be terrible. Now, along the auspicious path: "Daddy, are you better? Go to the fire and sit and rest, I don't need you to stare here. "

Song Fu felt better after squatting for a while, and now he was propped up by auspicious auspicious and went to the chaise lounge beside the fire. He was afraid that he would be cold, and took a cashmere blanket and covered it on his leg. Going to make **** soup.

Song Fu watched her busy and busy, and was distressed and grateful: "Auspicious, thanks to you, otherwise Tonger and I are really stingy."

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