She was stunned, Song Huainan was fine at this time, she was indeed happy, but when she thought of Song Huainan's fever last night, the whole person was so hot that it couldn't be burned.

If you burn it like this, it will burn out your brain.

Song Huainan's appearance, the more He Tangfang looks more and more like, although it is a little uncomfortable, but this is already a blessing in misfortune.

She raised her hand and touched Song Huainan's face, frowned, and muttered, "Didn't you burn stupid last night?" After a pause, he looked at the man's handsome face, and continued to mumble resignedly: "That's it, this is stupid, it's stupid, it's still alive." If a person is stupid, he will not change his mind in the future, and he will not have three wives and four concubines. He Tangerine comforted himself like this.

For He Tangerine at this moment, it is the best that Song Huainan can live.

Song Huainan listened to his wife's words, felt a little funny for a while, squeezed his soft little hand hard, and said, "What nonsense, do you look like a stupid person with your husband?" ”

After burning all night, my voice was a little hoarse, and this voice was really not good.

But He Tangerine heard tears welling up all of a sudden, and wanted to raise his hand to beat him, but looking at his sick and weak appearance, he was really reluctant, but he just hammered him in the chest a few times, and said: "Since you are not burned, why don't you speak?" I thought I was stupid. ”

Song Huainan smiled, but seeing her tiredness, he let go of her hand and gently stroked her face, He Tangerine couldn't help it, leaned on his chest, rubbed her palm lightly a few times, that is, well-behaved and cute.

Song Huainan finally couldn't get through it.

He Tangerine didn't sleep well during this time, and last night on Chinese New Year's Eve, he guarded Song Huainan for a whole night, and he was worried, but he didn't dare to relax for a moment.

At this time, Song Huainan's symptoms disappeared, and she could have close contact with him, but after all, she was sick like a thread, and she had to rest on the sickbed for a few days.

He Tangyu was fed up with not being able to touch Song Huainan these days, but now that he is good, he can't wait to stick to him all the time, and it doesn't look like being separated for half a moment, just like returning to his childhood.

This will rest, and you have to hold him, I remember that when I was a child, He Minzhi always complained that she was too clingy to Song Huainan and ignored him as an older brother.

Song Huainan slept enough, but he didn't sleep again, he looked down at his wife who was sleeping sweetly in his arms, thinking of her desperate and helpless appearance in a daze last night, his arms subconsciously tightened.

Song Huainan raised his hand and stroked the face of his wife in his arms, the originally round face became a lot sharper, I don't know, I thought the person around me was her.

He bowed his head and kissed her forehead, remembering that he had just asked her to rest, and she refused to live or die, so she had to join him, not at all as obedient as he was when he was infected with the epidemic.

He knew how scared she was.

If he really left at this time, he would regret marrying her.

He Chengzhi slept soundly for a while, and woke up to meet her husband's tender eyes, as if in a dream, only raised her chin and pecked his lips.

The next moment, the husband and wife kissed inseparably, Song Huainan drank the medicine, and his mouth was still a little bitter, but He Tangerine felt that this moment was so sweet that her whole heart was warm.

She held her head and thrust her fingers into his hair, kissing him breathlessly, then paused and then continued, over and over again...... When he got to the back, He Tangtong couldn't help crying.