Cuihua only cared about talking happily, and she didn't expect that such an answer would have a far-reaching impact on the heroine......

Wei Lan'er's expression when she looked at little Mu Bei'er was almost hideous, and she couldn't control it at all, listening to what this maid said, the child was not Mu Ke's blood and bones, but just treated her own child like her own child, but why, this child's appearance was so much like Mu Ke?

When Mu Gongzi saw him last night, he had no imaginary familiarity or surprise at all, only complete indifference, complete strangeness, could it be because of this child who looks like Mu Ke?

The child is not important, what is important, the mother of the child, which one? What is the relationship with Muko? Why did Muko live in her home? Like a close family?

If you want to find a long-term meal card created by local tyrant money, it is like this......

However, for Wei Lan'er, who was about to embark on the unknown road of having no fixed place to live and clothing as soon as she turned around, nothing could stop her determination to run towards a happy life.

The troubled Lang Zhong had already walked a few steps away, but suddenly turned his head and told Cuihua: "This disease is really not light, you must ask that son to drink the medicine, I am really afraid of bitterness, and it is okay to eat some sugar after drinking." ”

San'er and Cuihua glanced at each other, God, grandpa, which errand in the county government doesn't know the second son's problem? Refusing to drink medicinal soup when he was young, the county commander and his wife have moved all their brains, and when they get sick, it is like a war, and they are chased by the Yamen. Hard pouring? As far as Mu Gongzi's little temper is concerned, it is rare not to fight to the death with you!

Sugar? It's a kid's trick. As early as when Mu Gongzi didn't need a diaper just now, it didn't work.

Therefore, Cuihua hugged Mu Bei'er to send Langzhong, and the red dates hugged Mu Bao'er and wandered around the yard, Lao Liu Tou smelled the strong smell of medicinal juice, and immediately sprinkled Yazi and went to the stable.

When Wei Lan'er heard the news of Mu Gongzi's illness, she cried and insisted on visiting and serving, and a fierce battle was going on in Lao Liutou's bedroom.

The hostess, who was already in a bad mood, found that she couldn't find a sturdy figure. Freshly stewed medicinal juice on the stove. The temperature was also moderate, so he had no choice but to lower his value, and personally came to Mu Gongzi with a medicine bowl.

The beautiful man was miserable and lay on the clay kang with two thick quilts, and his head rested on the outside of the clay kang. His face was unusually flushed. The breathing is also quite heavy.

"Hey, hey—don't sleep. I got up and drank the medicine first. ”

Last night, I was going to drive this guy away directly, but this morning Jiaodi was sick, and the tossed family was jumping with chickens and dogs. If it weren't for the fact that he's been doing pretty well lately......

Shouting twice, Mu Ke frowned, and the quilt squirmed, even if he responded.

"Get you up! Can you hear it? Drink the medicine! ”

The bitter smell of Chinese herbs spread throughout the room, and Mu Gongzi stared in a daze, but subconsciously shrank his chin into the quilt, hoping to cover his nostrils.

As for the shouting in the ear, "drink the medicine-", directly block it, who has ever heard of Mu Gongzi obediently obeying and drinking medicine?

Dealing with the "enemy" who stubbornly resists and does not obey orders, Ah Hua is never soft-hearted, and even adheres to the simple principle of not giving up and not discarding any cats and dogs as long as there is still a breath of air.

A hot turbidity came to his face, good guy, directly smoked Ah Hua a big man.

What kind and thoughtful friendship Lao Liu Tou must, covering all the thick quilts he can get on for Mu Ke boy, it's not winter yet, right?

No wonder a small cold and flu, tossing and blushing all over the face, this is the rhythm of not having a high fever, lest the high fever is not high!

The stupid boy's thick protective quilt was half uncovered, and the spirit of the spirit shivered, and his hands were weak and he had to drag it back......

That's it, it's all about leaving a father for the children in the world.

Ah Hua made a tiger face, broke off the fingers of the stinky boy who was pulling the quilt, went to a bed, left a bed, and the window was also half opened to ventilate.

Touching his forehead, it seems to be hot, not very sure, and there is no thermometer at hand, there is no one around, simply, use his forehead to feel it......

The posture was somewhat intimate, and there seemed to be a charming atmosphere in the air.

"Indeed—it must be a high fever." Ah Hua muttered, and her cheeks were also stained with heat.

"It's not okay to be a fool, children can have no father, but they can't be equipped with a stupid father ......."

A woman didn't stop doing anything, put the thick quilt that had just been folded on the edge of the kang, pressed her shoulders with both hands, and even lifted the quilt together, leaning on the thick quilt.

The right arm is stretched under the neck, the right hand is twisted backwards, the head of Muko is fixed back, the thumb and middle finger are clasped on the cheeks, and the mouth is open.

Pick up the medicine bowl with his left arm and give it away......

The bitter medicinal juice entered the mouth, and the pampered boy who had resisted for nearly twenty years struggled instinctively, the tongue pushed outward, the head had to return to its original position, and the arm had to go out......

The Hercules woman did not hesitate, folded her arms, shackled the limbs and organs of the man's shouting, and continued to exert force with her fingers, slowly sending the bitter medicine juice in at her own pace.

The process was extremely enjoyable, at the very least, Mu Ke had completely forgotten the bitterness of the potion at this time, he could only feel that he was being imprisoned by a warm and soft embrace, and pink bubbles rose in the air......

His struggle also worked, and he was sweating, his head was wet, and his nostrils were suddenly much clearer.

After the medicinal juice was poured, the soft and warm confinement was also removed, and the whole body was thrown back to lie flat on the edge of the kang, and a certain beautiful man who had regained a lot of consciousness opened his eyes slightly, and his red lips spit out two words: "Candied fruit-".

He tasted the bitter taste in his mouth, fantasizing about adding a sweet mouth of candied fruit!

I'm not used to these stinky problems!

Ah Hua also poured herself out of a hot sweat, rolled her eyes, poured a bowl of warm boiled water on the table, and handed it to the edge of the kang.

"Let's deal with it, drink some water to replenish energy."

She didn't notice it herself, and her seemingly impatient tone brought out a bit of spoiling texture.

The half-awake beautiful man with slightly squinted eyes didn't want to get up and drink water by himself, so he only stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his red and dry lips.

That's a little look! It's almost going to blow up the lower limit of the sanity of an unmarried child, a half-ripe and half-rotten woman......

Okay, okay, it's still the same posture just now, strong pour!

Why is this strong irrigation so much like a gentle feeding pinch?

Also, the half-awake one, just drinking a bowl of water, as for the one to drink, overflowing, dripping down the corners of the mouth? It looks like you are lying on your back in your arms, standard and comfortable......

Hey, where is your "cleanliness" that has been strong for nearly 20 years? (To be continued......)