80s: Little Sweet Wife

Yan Mingshun contacted the best experts in the country, such as brain, cardiology, pediatrics, psychologists, etc., to give Xiaozhu a systematic examination.

When he got into the car with the little pig, the little guy woke up immediately, frowned and pinched his nose. The car smelled so bad that it killed him.

"Going home... stinky..." Little Pig twisted to get out of the car, he didn't want to stay in such a stinky place for a minute.

"I deliberately sprinkled perfume, and there is also air freshener, why is there still a smell?" Meimei really couldn't understand.

"Little pigs have a different sense of smell than ordinary people. They can smell things that we can't smell. Change cars." Yan Mingshun got out of the car with the crying pig in his arms.

But……

"Smelly..."

There are only three cars in the family, all of them are disgusted by Xiaozhu, and they will not take the car for anything.

"Come on, ride a bike, and I'll put a mask on the little pig again."

Meimei went back to her room to get a high-temperature sterilized mask, and she also dipped a little pig's favorite honey on it. .

Yan Mingshun was riding a bicycle, Meimei hugged the pig and sat in the back, but he had a different feeling.

"I remembered that you used to ride a bike with me again. Speaking of which, I haven't ridden a bike for more than ten years!" Meimei said with emotion.

Yan Mingshun smiled, "I'll take you out to play when I have time in the future."

"There's no time to play, these three little things in the family are so worried, I still have to make up the manuscript, and I owe a lot of debt, alas!" Meimei sighed heavily.

Before she gave birth to troublesome pigs, she still had romantic thoughts, but now... there is only chicken feathers left.

"Ask the doctor in a moment, can this little pig's nose be cured, or else how will he go out in the future? Don't take planes, trains, cars and ships." Meimei looked at the little guy who was covered tightly in her arms, her heart throbbing. tight.

I can't even stand the smell of this, I don't even go to public places, and there is also a means of transportation. Could it be that the little pig can only ride a bicycle for the rest of his life?

Yan Mingshun sounded funny, this is a good talent that others can't ask for Bodhisattva. Of course, life will be a bit troublesome, and it should be able to overcome it later.

"Don't worry, the car must have a way to the front of the mountain, there is always a solution." Yan Mingshun reassured.

The hospital arrived soon, Yan Mingshun parked the car and picked up the little pig. The dean who had been waiting for him came up from a distance and saw that Yan Mingshun was actually riding a bike, and the little pig was wearing a big mask. Surprise in his eyes.

Did the little boy catch a cold?

But if it's just a cold~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I shouldn't have to call all the experts in his entire hospital for consultation!

"Smelly..." The little pig cried out unhappily.

Meimei stuffed a piece of chocolate for the little guy, and immediately stopped screaming, lying on Yan Mingshun's chest, quietly.

"This is my youngest son, he is very sensitive to smells." Yan Mingshun explained, the dean suddenly realized that it is no wonder that he does not drive and wears a mask!

"Children are more sensitive to smells, and children's other senses are stronger than adults. When they grow up, these sensitive senses will gradually decrease." The dean said with a smile.

Like the old saying that children will see some bad things, this kind of saying is not completely feudal superstition, ghosts are very mysterious, although he is highly educated, but he really believes in this kind of metaphysics, of course he certainly does not. will say it publicly.

Dean Yan Mingshun and the others went to the consultation room, and all the experts in the hospital were there. (https:)

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