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The popsicles were exhausted in the sweltering heat every day. When Qi Ming returned from the wholesale site with another box, someone offered to help him when he went upstairs. Before he could turn around and say thank you, he felt the person behind him It's too familiar.

The man came over, hid on the side of the box and kissed his face, his voice was a little hoarse: "I really want to kill you."

Qi Ming suddenly recalled what Ling Yifeng had asked him before.

"Then what are you going to tell him?"

He originally thought that he would be choked up, unable to speak a word, or would switch to the way of daily communication and say that taking this little brat would tire me out, but when he saw Ling Yichen standing in front of him, But he didn't seem to react at all, and asked redundantly: "Come?"

In silence, the two moved the box into the house. Qi Ming stood at the door and brushed his hair at a loss, and finally called him: "Yichen."

"Look, my hair could be tied up."

Qi Ming found that the young man who always boasted of being strong had red eyes in an instant.

Ling Yifeng was still lying on the floor of the cubicle drawing pictures, but when he heard the movement, he knew that the popsicles had been bought, so he clapped his hands and got up from the ground to get the popsicles, but the moment he opened the door, he stood there in a daze, just like that. He stared at Ling Yichen intently.

"Yeah, Yifeng has been raised by me, you..."

Qi Ming originally wanted to ease the atmosphere, but he saw Ling Yifeng's eyes tearing down without blinking, and the moment Ling Yichen squatted down, he was thrown into his arms by a child who was crying so hard that he couldn't speak clearly. His brother kept barking.

"Why are you crying? It's not that I don't want you anymore." Ling Yichen leaned the child on his shoulder and weighed it up, "Hey, Yifeng, you've grown taller."

Unexpectedly, this trick was very useful, and the child in his arms burst into tears and laughed: "Really?"

"Really, you will definitely be taller than..." Ling Yichen thought of his height of 1.8 meters [-] and the height of his biological father Qi Yan, and abruptly changed his lines, "You must be taller than Qi Ming."

After all, Qi Ming is not short, and he didn't care, so he replied casually, "It must be taller than me."

Qi Zhongshan turned out from behind the door, obviously just woke up, he was still angry when he got up, after watching for a while, he almost understood the relationship between these two people, walked up to him and obediently called him brother, he just thought this person looked a little familiar , and then stared blankly on the sofa exuding low air pressure.

"It's okay, this kid gets up and will be fine in a while." Seeing Ling Yichen looking at Qi Chongshan thoughtfully, Qi Ming explained a few words for him, took out a few napkins and handed them over, "To Yifeng Wipe your face."

"It's already been wiped clean on the clothes." Ling Yichen smiled wryly, and didn't take the paper in his hand, "Who is that kid?"

"You met when you first came here, and now you are a comrade-in-arms who has a 'deep fighting friendship' with Yifeng." Seeing Ling Yifeng desperately winking at him, Qi Ming was afraid that he would shake off his glorious "record" to Ling Yichen, Rubbing his nose, he almost laughed out loud, "No, no, just kidding, just ordinary good friends."

"It's best friends, just like the two of you." Ling Yifeng made a point of correction.

Ling Yichen wanted to laugh when he pretended not to see his younger brother's little tricks. When he heard his words, he turned his head and laughed until his shoulders shook. Qi Ming also coughed to cover up his smile: "Yes, yes, yes, worse than the two of us." good."

Of course, later Qi Ming truthfully reported Ling Yifeng's situation in the past few months to Ling Yichen, but just as Qi Ming said, "Your brother was skinnier than you when he was young", he didn't take that "record" seriously at all. I think that as long as children are generally sensible, there is no need to hold on to them if they make mistakes occasionally. On the contrary, I think Qi Ming takes good care of children: "Yifeng was not in good health when he was younger, and he was not healthy every spring. Bronchitis is the flu, and you've got nothing wrong with your hands, which is fine."

Unexpectedly, when Ling Yichen hurried over, he caught a cold, and before he had time to isolate himself, Ling Yifeng, who was hanging on him all day and was reluctant to let go, caught a cold. He developed a fever in the middle of the night, and he got up to find water to drink. Qi Ming found out that the fever had not subsided for a long time with physical methods.Immediately, regardless of the rain outside, the two young men rushed to the hospital with an umbrella and a child on their backs. One of them was still coughing.I went to the hospital to go to the emergency department, and found that besides the cold, my throat was still a little inflamed. I prescribed medicine to take back, but the next day was still a little recurring, so I had no choice but to go to the hospital again for a fever-reducing injection. When I came back, Ling Yichen himself felt a little Fever, but fortunately, after sleeping under the quilt for a long time, it turned into a bad cold. Qi Ming didn't know if it was because of his extraordinary talent, so he was still not infected, but he didn't dare to put Qi Zhongshan in his home.If it weren't for Ling Yichen's good health, he wouldn't have a headache and he wouldn't have a headache if he caught a cold, he'd be exhausted and wouldn't need Qi Ming to take care of him, Qi Ming would really be busy to death by this big and small one.

Ling Yichen managed to lull Ling Yifeng, who had been unable to sleep due to shortness of breath, to sleep, and then exhaled, rubbing his temples, and quietly entered the master bedroom.

As soon as he opened the door, Qi Ming hugged him from behind.

"You're really not afraid of being infected by me," Ling Yichen put his hands on his wrists and said hoarsely, "Don't sleep in the same room with me."

"Then where do you want me to sleep? On the sofa?" Qi Ming let go of Ling Yichen, and glanced at him while changing clothes, "Tsk tsk tsk, I can't bear it, I'm not willing to let you sleep on the sofa."

Ling Yichen was overjoyed: "Okay, come on, let's share the same bed."

When Ling Yichen spoke, there was actually no special meaning, but among a couple who hadn't seen each other for several months, the meaning gradually became more subtle.

Qi Ming took off half of his clothes, turned to look at him, and blinked at him, with something else hidden in his eyes.

Ling Yichen glanced at Qi Ming's smooth waistline, and suddenly his whole body became hot, and he stepped forward to hug him.

He suddenly remembered his urge to gnaw his teeth on Qi Ming, and he tilted his head and bit Qi Ming's collarbone.

Qi Ming was embraced by him, glanced at the bedroom door, and threw his clothes on the ground: "Lock the door."

"It's locked." Ling Yichen took a deep breath, "Where's the stuff?"

"Why don't you bring it with you?" Qi Ming kicked the bedside table, "Praise me for my wit."

"Will Yifeng wake up in the middle of the night when you're here?" Ling Yichen's voice was a bit vague, "I feel a bit spoiling the child."

"And... I woke up once." Qi Ming suddenly wanted to laugh, "It's okay, do parents who have children just do nothing?"

"Okay," Ling Yichen laughed, "Yifeng is quite afraid of the dark, and doesn't like to stay at home alone at night. If he really wakes up later, he can be carried on the bed when he's done."

"You still worry so much about doing this," Qi Ming raised his hand to turn off the light, "It's really not easy."

"Obviously only yours." Ling Yichen pressed his hand, "Don't close it, I want to see you."

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