drunk red

Don? Qian Jia threw off her clothes in a panic and threw herself on him.

"It's okay." Tang Ziao felt that his body was not as strong as before, and his throat felt like a thorn. He kept wanting to cough, so he pushed Jiajia away to avoid infecting him: "Stay away from me, I probably have an infection. wind chill."

When Qian Jia heard this, she jumped off the bed anxiously, and hurriedly got dressed: "Wait, I'll call the doctor."

"It's okay, I know it myself, you go and ask the guards outside to call Chang Wen, and I'll let him catch a few medicines."

"No, I have to see a doctor."

"This disease, I can see it myself."

"but……"

"Good, be obedient."

Tang Ziao coaxed a few words, and Qian Jia saw that although he coughed, he was not weak, and it was not too serious, so he fastened his belt and walked out of the room to call Chang Wen.However, he was still not at ease, so he asked the guard to tell Chang Wen that Tang Ziao was sick, and asked him to come over. With Chang Wen's caring and long-winded temperament, he was sure that the first thing to do was to go to the doctor, and the second thing to come. to visit him.

Sure enough, Chang Wen arrived, and the doctor who had been waiting in the mansion to see a doctor also came. He felt the pulse, but there was no serious problem. It was just that he had been thinking too much recently, and he was cold at night. After taking a few patches of medicine, he would sweat alright.

After making the order, Chang Wen sent someone out to get the medicine, and Qian Jia stayed at the end of the bed, sitting on the bench obediently, watching Chang Wen busy bringing in the warm water for washing, and then went out to teach a few little girls who were in a hurry Chang Wen was always afraid that his master would be wronged a little bit, and when there was really nothing to do, the medicine had already been caught, and he was afraid that others would suffer from it. No, I took the medicine bag and volunteered to go to the kitchen, deciding to boil the medicine myself.

After tossing for so long, Qian Jia waited for him to leave, took the snacks on the table into her hands, held them in front of Tang Ziao's face, broke them into small pieces and handed them to his mouth for him to eat.

"This one is not too sweet, it's salty. Daddy will eat this."

Tang Ziao never liked desserts, and even ate less pastries, but seeing the child's serious and concerned eyes, he opened his mouth and let his hands stuff the fingernail-sized snacks into his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Qianjia asked eagerly.

"good to eat."

"Really?" I hurriedly found another piece of round pastry with chopped green onion from the plate, broke off a piece and tasted it, it was also salty, and hurriedly put it to Tang Ziao's mouth: "Daddy, this is also salty, you eat it .”

"En." Tang Ziao opened his mouth again and put it in his mouth.

After making the medicine, Chang Wen hurried back and asked Tang Ziao to drink it while it was hot. If Qian Jia hadn't been glaring at him angrily, and Tang Ziao had been chasing him, he would have stayed here until Tang Ziao left after his health improved.

Tang Ziao didn't get sick very often, this rare illness made Qian Jia feel very proud, especially after the feeding incident just now, she felt that her task was extremely arduous and important.He looked at Tang Ziao, who was obviously mentally exhausted after drinking the medicine, took off his clothes and got into the bed, and pulled out another quilt from the closet next to him, covering the two sides with three thick quilts. At the same time, he twisted Tang Ziao's body so that he was lying on his side facing him, then retracted the whole body into his arms, hugged him tightly, and nicknamed it: covering the heat and sweating.

Tang Ziao, who didn't sleep well at night, would become drowsy and fell asleep slowly. I don't know how long it took, but he felt as if his whole body was placed in a big stove, and he was sweating and restless from the smoke. , frowned, sweat was pouring down from his body like heavy rain, his mind was dizzy, and his mouth was dry. At this moment, a mouthful of cool water was slowly sucked in through his lips. Looking at him anxiously while holding the tea, he relaxed and his face obviously improved a lot.

Seeing that it was useful, Qian Jia happily took another big sip, lowered her head and continued to feed, Tang Ziao closed his eyes, feeling the momentary shudder when the slightly cool pink lips touched him, and the cold tea flowed down , he does nothing but swallow.

Just when he felt that the last sip of tea was about to run out, he couldn't help taking a sip from his lips, covering those two lips, sucking slightly harder, lingering on those wet, soft and cool lips, as if, Reluctant to give up that touch of cold and moist tea.

Tang Ziao let go of his lips, wrapped his hands around Qianjia's waist, clasped his body, opened his deep eyes, and looked straight at him.

Seeing him waking up, Qian Jia grinned happily. After laughing for a while, she realized that something was wrong. Tang Ziao stared at him like this, which made him feel a little embarrassed, so he pushed awkwardly twice, but pushed If you don't open it, your waist is tightly grasped, and you can't move at all.

"Daddy..." Qian Jia whispered with her face flushed.

Tang Ziao woke up suddenly, let go of his hand, looked away, and said lightly: "Okay, get up, I'm going to sweat, I guess it's all right."

"Well, Daddy, do you still want to drink?" Qian Jia shook the small porcelain bowl in her hand.

"Bring it." Tang Ziao directly took the porcelain bowl and drank it into his mouth.When he put the empty bowl into Qian Jia's hands, he pouted dissatisfiedly, as if he was disappointed in his way of drinking water, but he didn't dare to correct it blatantly.Tang Ziao curled up a faint smile, and stroked his hair: "Having been with me for so long, are you tired? Go eat something, and then take a rest."

"No, I'm not tired." Qian Jia grabbed Tang Ziao's hand with a smile, and moved towards him, moving dishonestly, extremely happy.

"Go ask Chang Wen to make you a bowl of medicine too, you stay by my side, don't pass it on to you too."

"No drink." Frowning, Gulu rolled over and rolled into the bed.

"Then go eat something, it's time for lunch." Looking at the sky outside, Tang Ziao guessed.

"Is Daddy hungry? Do you want to eat?" Qian Jia's eyes sparkled, she turned over and lay on Tang Ziao's upper body, her legs dangling, and asked excitedly.

Tang Ziao glanced at him and cleared his throat: "I'm hungry, go and tell Chang Wen that I'm awake, ask him to bring some food, and tell him to tell the people waiting in the front hall to go back, and we'll talk about it next time. .”

"Okay." Qian Jia quickly kissed Tang Ziao on the cheek, kicked on her little cloth shoes and ran out.

Suffer

When Chang Wen made a lot of noise come in with their rice bowls, Tang Ziao had already sat up from the bed, was wearing a coat, and was washing his face.

"Master, the water is cold, wait for me to change the hot water."

"It's finished." Tang Ziao threw down the towel and walked back to the table.

"Master, this bench is too cold, we need to put something on it." Chang Wen looked around, pulled out the thin mattress on the bed, folded it, and stuffed it under Tang Ziao's buttocks.

Tang Ziao sat there motionless, narrowed his eyes and glanced at him.

Chang Wen suddenly realized something was wrong, chuckled twice, and put the mattress back on the bed: "I'm not worried about the master, the master is in good health, and it's rare for me to catch a cold. I usually don't have the opportunity to express myself, so I'm thinking about how to behave this time." Yes. Well, let’s not talk about it, then I’m leaving, the master has something to call me.” Chang Wen stepped back step by step under the increasingly cold gaze, and turned around the moment he touched the door. body, opened the door many times faster than when he was practicing, and left far away.

Qian Jia took pleasure in other's misfortune, and was angry that he was robbing her of work, and now her father drove him away, just right.

After closing the door, Qian Jia washed her hands and sat down next to Tang Ziao, on his right hand.

Put a bowl of white rice on the table, then snatched the chopsticks from his hand, looked at the dishes, picked up some that looked good and put them in the rice bowl, picked up the porcelain spoon, and mixed a mouthful of rice with a piece of pork belly Together, he raised it to Tang Ziao's mouth: "Daddy, eat."

Tang Ziao twitched his eyes and said, "I'll do it myself."

"Daddy is sick, I'll help you." Qian Jia looked at him brightly.

"I'll do it." Tang Ziao reached out to take the chopsticks, but was dodged, Qian Jia lowered her eyelashes, the look in her eyes darkened, and said quietly: "It's all my fault, I kicked the quilt last night to mess with you." My father caught the cold, and I can't do anything..."

Tang Ziao saw that he lowered his head, his voice was low and disappointed, his heart softened, and he withdrew his hand: "Okay."

"Okay." Qian Jia raised her head when she heard this sentence, the light in her eyes was brighter than the stars at night, she didn't feel half lost or guilty, she was so excited that there was a little tail wagging behind her .

Tang Ziao was stunned, he was fooled by this little guy, sighed and opened his mouth to eat a spoonful of rice mixed by Qian Jia, he immediately took another piece of fish and put it on top of the spoonful of rice, like coaxing a child , when it came close to Tang Ziao's mouth, he opened his mouth and shouted softly...

"Slow down, slow down the heat."

"Drink some water."

"Don't swallow so fast, you'll choke."

Tang Ziao looked at him as carefully as coaxing a child, picking out the bones and fishbone, and giving him a sip of tea after eating two mouthfuls of rice. His seriousness made him forget for a moment that he was just going to let him feed a few mouthfuls. Let him live the addiction of taking care of others, and then have a serious meal by himself.

The child never ate a mouthful of food, and occasionally his little stomach grunted a few times and protested a few times, but he seemed not aware of it, and only concentrated on taking care of himself. Every bite of food in his mouth did not repeat the last time. The first time was chicken, the next time it was fish, and the next time it was lotus root and beans. Tang Ziao looked at him, eating mouthfuls, and remembered his plan just now when he was full.

a meal