didn't let go, Yuan Changhuan tried to break free, and sure enough, as before, he was pinched tighter by Xie Ci.

Yuan Changhuan naturally and familiarly said in his ear. "It hurts, Songsong."

Hearing Yuan Changhuan's words, Xie Ci subconsciously let go, but gently loosened a little, ensuring that Yuan Changhuan was not pinched by him and did not leave.

The corners of Yuan Changhuan's lips curled, and he quickly flattened, and his eyebrows and eyes were flat.

What's so funny.

Yuan Changhuan sighed lightly and lay on the bed, tired and wanted to sleep.

But turning her head to look at the light outside the window, she couldn't sleep, Xie Ci's fever went down, how did she feel that she was a little hot, could it be infected to her?

In a daze and chaos, Yuan Changhuan fell asleep.

I could faintly hear my son's worried voice in my ears, "Daddy, when will my mother wake up?" ”

Then a hoarse voice replied, "Soon woke up, she was overworked." ”

"Hey, my mother didn't sleep last night to take care of my father, I must be too tired."

"Hmm."

Just a hmm, Xie Ci really has no conscience, she took care of him and fainted from overwork, Xie Ci sent her with a hmm.

Yuan Changhuan didn't realize how unhappy he was in his heart, just because the thank-you speech was too bland.

Dizzy, I wanted to open my eyes and tell my son that she was okay, just asleep, but she couldn't open her eyes.

In particular, the more I want to open my eyes, the more I can't open them, and this feeling is really ...... Uncomfortable.

Was it the same last night?

At this time.

Xie Ci sat on the bed, looking at his Yuan Changhuan's hands in a daze, when he woke up this morning, he saw that he was shaking hands with her, and it seemed to be glued together, and it couldn't be separated.

Doesn't she reject herself?

"Hey, Daddy, why are you still holding your mother's hand?" After Yuan Miao heard that his mother was fine, he put his eyes on his father and looked at their hands strangely.

Rushing over to separate them, he thanked him weakly, "Daddy's hand has no strength. ”

"Last night, my father grabbed my mother's hand and didn't let go, my mother was so angry that I pinched my father's cheek, and my father didn't let go, and my father laughed when he was unconscious, and my mother was even more angry, and then I still spoke for my father, and my mother forgave my mother."

Yuan Miao proudly told how he helped his father.

He has never been a child who likes to hide his thoughts and words in his heart, he will say whatever he wants, and he will say what he has done to ask for praise.

For his son's temperament, he couldn't cry or laugh, seeing his small appearance of asking for praise, he smoothed his hair and hair, and said in a suppressed voice, "Be good." ”

is just one word, enough to make Yuan Miao fly happily.

Daddy said he was well-behaved, hahaha, so happy.

Seeing that he was happy, his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the depression in his heart dissipated, with such a lovely son assisting, Yuanyuan would forgive him sooner or later.

Xie Ci leaned on the bed, holding Yuan Changhuan with one hand, rubbing his son's little head with the other, and his voice was warm, "Miao, do you want to live with your father?" ”

"I want to, but I can't leave my mother behind." Yuan Miao looked serious, "My mother needs Miao's protection." ”

"Of course, Daddy will work with Miao Miao to protect his mother."