Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

At about nine fifty, he woke up automatically, but the little guy who had been clamoring to get up a long time ago was sleeping like a pig, smelling like a pig.

Qin Mo rubbed his eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable in his throat. He probably knew it, and he had a fever.

He took his body temperature and measured it, and it turned out to be 39.5 degrees, which he hadn't felt before.

Qin Mo shook his head, smiled helplessly, got up to find medicine and ate two pills at random, and then went to make breakfast for He Huan.

She was sick, so the breakfast he cooked was very light and delicious.

However, he felt even more uncomfortable after he finished it. He didn't care, but he was afraid that his health would not be able to take care of her, so Qin Mo called Aunt Lan to take care of her for two days.

The call ended, and he was about to get He Huan to get up, when he saw the little guy standing at the door of the master bedroom.

Her little face was dissatisfied: "Qin Mo, you are sick!" The tone turned out to be accusing.

Qin Mo was a little funny, put down the phone in his hand on the side of the table, gently stroked his slender fingers, and then smiled lightly: "Yes, I'm sick, so let Aunt Lan take care of you for a few days."

He Huan still stared at him, and then said for a while: "My illness is cured, now it is Qin Mo, you are sick."

He showed a "so?" expression.

There is a little Tsundere on He Huan's face: "I can take care of you too!"

Qin Mo screamed, a little funny: "What can you do?"

‘I can learn. She said frankly.

Qin Mo just smiled.

He Huan bit his lip, walked over, took his mobile phone and placed it in his palm: "Are you calling?"

He huh? After a cry, "What call?"

"Let Aunt Lan not come here." He Huan had a small star in his eyes: "I will take care of you!"

"Delete the word care and say it again." His voice was slightly hoarse.

He Huan was stunned, "You have me."

After speaking, she realized the different meaning and stared at him: "You take advantage of me."

Qin Mo smiled: "We are husband and wife. Isn't it unusual to say this?"

He Huan bit his lip and tapped his phone with his finger: "You call it."

Qin Mo stared at her silently: "I really hit, you are responsible."

Although he knew he was taking advantage again, He Huan acquiesced and nodded blushing.

But Qin Mo sighed in his heart. He knew that she was not reliable, so he was still willing to give her a chance, which could be regarded as a chance for himself. It is always inconvenient to have one more person in the family. He Huan should be able to do other things.

Thinking about it, I made this call again.

Aunt Lan didn't have much, but Qin Mo's parents knew about Qin Mo's illness, and they knew about He Huan's previous injuries. Qin Chen didn't dare to say anything until now, so he had to come and see what happened.

Qin Mo didn't know, and after hanging up the phone, he looked at He Huan: "You have breakfast, and I will have a video conference."

He Huan stopped him: "Eat together."

He looked at her amused: "Very important meeting."

"That is not as important as your body." He Huan whispered, probably thinking that it was too sensational, so he added: "You can't do it, what should I do, who will take care of me!"