My daughter is so annoying

Fang Cheng hurriedly fed half a pill of antipyretic medicine, and Yang Yueyue also brought another bag of antipyretic plaster pasted on her navel from downstairs.

"Father, what's wrong with Yu'er?" Qingqing went upstairs at some point, and asked in a low voice.

"Little Yu'er is sick, don't disturb her today."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng stayed in the room to take care of her, and time passed by. Two hours after taking the medicine, Tao Yuer's forehead finally stopped being so hot.

Fang Cheng let out a sigh of relief.

It will be fine if the fever subsides, otherwise I have to go to the hospital again.

"I'm going to cook some millet porridge."

"Well, make it lighter."

Fang Cheng helped Xiao Yu'er up, leaned on his shoulder, and after taking a sip of the hot water, he handed the water glass to Xiao Yu'er's mouth: "Come on, drink some hot water, it won't hurt to drink some hot water. It's hard."

Xiao Yuer opened his small mouth and drank half a cup in one gulp.

"Uncle, do I need an injection?" Xiao Yuer's expression was very nervous, as if he was afraid of injections.

Fang Cheng said with a smile: "No, as long as you are obedient, it will be fine to cover the quilt tonight and sleep for a night."

"Well, I will be obedient."

"I know, my little fish has always been very obedient."

After that, there was no speech in the room.

Xiao Yu'er soon fell asleep again, and Fang Cheng kept embracing him without understanding.

Outside the window, another drizzle of rain fell on the window of the anti-theft net, making an irregular tick-tock sound.

Fang Cheng gently stroked Xiao Yu'er's face, and said softly, "Get well soon."

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Chapter 137 Sweet Kiss

In the middle of the night, Fang Cheng tiptoed to the next room several times to check if Xiao Yuer had slept well. Fang Cheng was so worried that he only slept for three or four hours in the early morning.

The next morning, Fang Cheng got up early as usual.

The first thing he did was to run to Xiao Yuer's bedside and measure his body temperature with a thermometer. After finding that his body temperature had dropped to a normal level, Fang Cheng heaved a sigh of relief.

Lifting the quilt up, pressing both sides tightly, Fang Cheng quietly left the room and went downstairs to cook millet porridge.

In early winter, the weather is getting colder.

Although it's not snowing yet, just sitting in the room without turning on the air conditioner makes me feel chilly all over my body.

"Dad, I'm so cold."

Fang Cheng walked out of the kitchen and saw that Qingqing had gone downstairs in thin pajamas, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Why did you come down by yourself, hurry up, go upstairs and I'll get you dressed."

Qingqing raised her two little hands in a daze: "Daddy hug."

Fang Cheng dried his hands, hugged Qingqing and ran upstairs again.

Putting on a close-fitting long johns first, a vest inside, and a small black down jacket outside, Fang Cheng dragged Qingqing downstairs to take a shower.

"Qingqing, you sit downstairs for a while, don't run around, I'll see why Lazy Mom hasn't woken up yet."

"Good~"

Fang Cheng ran to the bedroom and saw Yang Yueyue lying quietly on the bed, walked up to him, and said with a smile: "Big slob, it's already eight o'clock, you still don't get up."

Yang Yueyue sniffed, and said softly, "Husband, I seem to have a cold too."

"what?"

Fang Cheng lay on the bed and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter? What's wrong with you? Could it be influenza, the little fish infected you."

"Throat hurts, nose is blocked, and I don't have much strength."

"Then lie down and I'll give you a bubble pack of 999 cold spirits."

"Ah."

It's all right now, both Xiao Yu'er and Yang Yueyue are sick, and the only one who can take care of them is Fang Cheng.

After soaking the potion, he helped Yang Yueyue up from the bed and leaned on his shoulder: "Be careful it's hot."

Yang Yueyue took a sip.

Seeing that something was wrong with Yang Yueyue's expression, Fang Cheng took the spoon and blew gently like giving medicine to a little fish, and then used the spoon to feed the medicine into Yang Yueyue's mouth.

"Have a good sleep, remember to call me if you need anything, I'll give them breakfast first."

"Ah."

After covering the quilt, Fang Cheng walked into the next room, opened the door, and found that Xiao Yuer was already dressing himself, Fang Cheng quickly put down the water glass in his hand, and said, "How is it? Is there anything else that feels uncomfortable?" ?”

Xiao Yuer shook his head.

While helping Xiao Yuer get dressed, Fang Cheng said, "I've asked your teacher for leave. Today you and Qingqing are resting at home. After finishing the millet porridge later, you and Qingqing will do homework by yourself, okay?"

"Good~"

"Okay, get dressed, let's go down."

Fang Cheng held Xiao Yu'er's hand and took the little girl downstairs to have breakfast.

Fang Cheng turned on the air conditioner early in the morning, and it was still a bit cold while drinking porridge. Qingqing was about to take off her clothes, but Fang Cheng directly stopped her: "Don't take off your clothes, eat slowly if it's hot."

"But it's really hot."

Fang Cheng said: "Xiao Yu'er and mother are both sick, do you want to get sick too?"

When I think about getting sick, I have to take very bitter medicine, maybe even get an injection.

Qingqing immediately said: "Okay, I just don't take off my clothes."

After serving the two little girls and having breakfast, Fang Cheng locked the door of the living room, turned on the TV and let the two little girls watch him on the sofa.

I ran upstairs and saw Yang Yueyue still tossing and turning on the bed, and asked, "Are you still feeling unwell? Do you want to go to the hospital?"