Interstellar: Soft and cute bunny shocked the whole network again

"Father!" Ling Qingyu trotted all the way downstairs, and then entered the kitchen without stopping.

Anxiously tugging at the hem of Jiang Zhiyu's clothes, he said loudly, "Father seems to be sick!"

"Sick?" Jiang Zhiyu wiped her hands, and followed Lingqing to Yushanlou.

He recalled that last night Lingweichuan was not wearing any clothes, and the temperature was still dropping.

Alas, it's true, such a big man can't even wear clothes obediently.

He even reminded him to put on more clothes, but he got sick from the cold!

In fact, Jiang Zhiyu knew why Ling Weichuan didn't wear clothes last night, besides really wanting to do something, he was still angry.

Because Jiang Zhiyu's new pajamas last night were not the same style as His Royal Highness's, but were given to him by his second brother.

As the name suggests, it is not for couples, so Ling Weichuan, a petty lion, would rather not wear clothes.

He really can't do anything with Ling Weichuan, sometimes it's childish and it's a headache.

Jiang Zhiyu sat on the edge of the bed and touched Ling Weichuan's forehead, it was really hot.

Appears to have a cold.

"Go call Uncle Yuqing and tell him to call a private doctor." Jiang Zhiyu instructed Ling Qingyu to go to work, and two cubs slipped in at the door.

"Father…"

"Woooooooooo father!"

Jiang Zhiyu turned his head in doubt, looking at the two little twins who couldn't help crying, his expression became serious.

They...couldn't they have thought that Ling Weichuan was dying of a serious illness?

Although Ling Weichuan may be stricter with them at ordinary times, asking them to study and work hard to improve, but you don't need to directly conclude that they are going to die, right?

He rubbed his forehead helplessly, pulled the two babies over, and patiently told them that his father was not dying, but just had a cold.

At this time, the doorbell downstairs rang, and Ling Weichuan also woke up.

Jiang Zhiyu immediately helped Ling Weichuan up, found clothes for him to put on.

"One of you, go and open the door." There should be something to do at this point, and it is impossible for the doctor to come so soon.

Ling Qingyu just came in and then went down to open the door. The two babies became quiet after making sure their father would not die. They sat on the sofa by themselves, quietly watching their father acting like a baby.

Ling Weichuan leaned his head on Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder, and Jiang Zhiyu struggled to raise his small shoulders for him to lean on.

"Ahem, wife... I feel so uncomfortable."

It's strange that Jiang Zhiyu feels uncomfortable like him, so he can only keep giving him comfort, hoping that the doctor will come soon.

Ling Weichuan opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Zhiyu's hand, and said, "I'm sick."

"Yes, you are sick, will you still mess around next time? You don't even wear your clothes well."

His Royal Highness nodded. He really shouldn't be angry, but he never felt that he would get sick, especially something like a cold.

He grew up so big, except for being sick for a period of time when he was affected by the Zerg war when he was a child, he never got sick again.

This time, I was actually knocked down by a small cold air, and I really went back to life.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Zhiyu wanted to twist a towel for him, but Ling Weichuan grabbed him tightly and couldn't let go.This person can't be pretending, can he?With such a pale face, can he still have so much strength?

He had no choice but to shout: "Ling Zhiyu."

The little lion hurried over and leaned against his father obediently waiting for orders.

"Go and twist a towel, okay? I need cold water." Jiang Zhiyu nodded his head and ran away after Ling Zhiyu said that. Jiang Zhiyu knew that he had nothing to do, so he followed his brother.

His Royal Highness closed his eyes again: "It's uncomfortable everywhere, I feel nauseous, I feel weak in my back, arms and legs, and I still want to sleep..."

The more Jiang Zhiyu listened, the more outrageous it became. How should I put it... The pregnancy videos he searched on the Internet before seemed to be the same symptoms.

"Hahaha……"

"Huh? What are you laughing at? Are you still happy when I'm sick?" His Royal Highness performed what is called "sit up in a dying illness" with strength.He opened his eyes, weak but bright.

Jiang Zhiyu held back a smile and shook his head, he really didn't do it on purpose, but the absurd idea in his head just now was really too funny hahahahaha!

Just at this moment, Nan Yu and Yi Kai appeared at the door, and they walked in led by the little lion.

Adhering to the principle of caring for his boss, Nan Yu asked politely: "Did Your Highness catch a cold?"

Jiang Zhiyu wanted to laugh again, he shook his head and said, "Your Royal Highness may... Poof!"

There is no way to say, how to say this kind of words.

Ling Weichuan looked at his wife sadly. His sadness and anger last night may have been staged, but his sadness now is real.

He was sick, but his wife was still laughing!Don't even care about him!

"Uh..." Nan Yu and Yi Kai looked at His Royal Highness with some sympathy, obviously they felt the same way.

Why is His Royal Highness so ill, so weak that he doesn't look like that imperial god of killing anymore, but Xiaoyu is still laughing?

Jiang Zhiyu slowed down, and then said sadly: "Your Royal Highness, he may be happy!"

"...?" This is Ling Weichuan, a man whose image has been subverted in his wife's mouth.

"?????" These are the melon eaters Nan Yu and Yi Kai.

If it weren't for being rude, they both wanted to yell, "WHAT!!?"

Ling Weichuan became weaker. On the first day of his illness, his wife spread rumors, and he didn't want to live anymore.

Even Ling Qingyu froze, he would rather have something wrong with his ears than believe what his father said!

How can this be!Isn't his father a super invincible big storm!How could he be counterattacked by the thin little daddy!No!He doesn't accept it!

Can't!Absolutely not!

He doesn't like such a wicked cp!

He can't accept this!

Jiang Zhiyu saw that they were all stupid, so he stopped teasing them.

"I'm talking nonsense, just kidding, because his current symptoms are very similar to those I saw when I saw other people's happiness on the Internet." Jiang Zhiyu took the wet towel handed over by the little lion, and ran it along Ling Weichuan's cheek , wipe gently.

Ling Weichuan was already autistic at this time, he just wanted to be hugged by his wife, and he didn't want to think about anything else.

Seeing this situation, Nan Yu and the others couldn't say anything about preparing to go on a trip, so they found an excuse and left first.

Taking advantage of all the people gone, Ling Weichuan suddenly opened his eyes and pretended to be pitiful: "Tutu, look at me so pitiful."

"Hmm, pitiful, and then?" He wanted to see what conditions Ling Weichuan wanted to ask him.

His Royal Highness coughed a few times, and became more and more haggard, as if he was about to die in the next second.

Jiang Zhiyu opened his mouth, wanting to scold him for being contrived, but he was sick, so it seemed too heartless for him to scold others, so he could only hold back that sentence abruptly.

His Royal Highness was almost ready, and said in a low voice, "Stop traveling, stay with me at home, I need someone to take care of me."