Zhong Yinian brushed it up and reached out to cover his little nose.

"Hmm......"

Pei Muchen immediately stopped dressing, picked up the tissue next to the bed and handed it to her, picked her up from the bed and walked to the bathroom.

"Mouth up, look how honest your body is."

Reaching out to hug her and sitting on the washstand, Pei Muchen took a moist towel and wiped her little nose, and kept patting her smooth forehead with his wet palm.

"I have a cold and a fire."

Zhong Yinian wiped the water left from his forehead while defending himself with a stiff mouth.

"Come on, you."

Pei Muchen slapped her head slightly.

"It's not productive."

He couldn't help but reach out and tap her forehead to see that her husband could also get a nosebleed.

The point is, why haven't you seen her nosebleed before?

"I ......"

Zhong Yinian pouted in embarrassment, waved his hand to open Pei Muchen's hand, and sat on the washstand and swayed his legs.

The nosebleed had stopped, and Pei Muchen took a clean towel and carefully wiped her nose that was still stained with blood.

Zhong Yinian sat on the washstand, just at the same height as Pei Muchen, she smiled and stretched out her hand to learn his movements, and nodded at his forehead.

"Uncle, I'm as tall as you."

Pei Muchen is more than one meter eight tall, she didn't ask how much, she had to raise her head every time she talked to him, and today she finally looked at him level.

"Mrs. Pei wants to grow taller?"

Pei Muchen especially likes to call her Mrs. Pei today, Zhong Yinian smiled and nodded.

Of course, she wants to grow taller, especially as tall as the president, and every time she stands by his side, she always feels like a child.

Pei Muchen reached out and touched her hair, she is twenty years old and still expects to grow taller?

He suddenly reached out and picked her up, reaching out to hold her little ass.

Zhong Yinian instantly stood taller than Pei Muchen, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to wrap around Pei Muchen's neck.

"Ahh What are you doing? ”

Zhong Yinian exclaimed, and the whole person panicked instantly.

"Lift high."

As he spoke, he put his hands under her armpits and lifted her up with a sudden force.

"Ahh Pei Muchen, let go of me! ”

What a lift, hell!

She's not a child, and besides, where did you get so much energy, big president?

"What do you call me?"

Pei Muchen stopped, but maintained the movement of lifting her.

Zhong Yinian hung his back in the air like this, his two little feet did not touch the ground, and he pulled a face bitterly.

"Uncle."

She pursed her lips and looked at Pei Muchen aggrievedly.

"Tell my husband to listen."

Pei Muchen raised his eyebrows, if this expression was taken out of a photo, no one would dare to believe that this person was Pei Shao.

"Don't!"

Zhong Yinian refused domineeringly, and the big deal was that he was suspended in the air all the time.

Looking at her stubborn little appearance, Pei Muchen put her down and leaned over to steal a piece of incense.

"Take out the thermometer, I'll take a look."

Zhong Yinian nodded and took out the thermometer.

"The fever has subsided, you wash first."

After saying this, Pei Muchen then turned around and left neatly.

It seemed like it was just a momentary thing, and she was the only one left in the entire bathroom, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a while.

From the time she didn't agree to call him husband, his face changed.

Forehead......

Uncle Pei, this is the rhythm of anger?

Rao is Zhong Yinian couldn't figure out why Pei Muchen's sudden change of face was because he wanted to break his little head.

I saw that Pei Muchen outside the bathroom door had a dark face and frowned slightly.

After a long time, he looked down at a place that was still bulging, and sighed helplessly, if it wasn't for her illness, he would have had her.