My Clingy Boyfriend Asks for Kissing Every Day

The moment the warm embrace approached, there was a familiar smell in his nostrils, but like a gentle breeze, the slight discomfort on his body was slightly blown away, which made Ke Yanze's complexion look better.

Feeling the slightly trembling body of the child in his arms, so weakly clenched against his chest, Song Wang felt a little uneasy in his heart, so he suppressed him so that he could not let him rush out immediately with the child in his arms.

Because he was worried, his voice became softer, and he asked again: "What's wrong?"

The child's face was slightly pale, and the sweat on his forehead wet the broken hair on his forehead, which stuck to his face. Under his tightly knit brows were a pair of wet black eyes, with a glint of water, which could not be seen for a moment. Looking at the man above for a moment, the immature and clear voice contained a little bit of imperceptible fragility:

"...I hurt."

"Where does it hurt?"

The child pursed his lips: "...belly."

"Okay." Song Wang responded briefly, picked him up in his arms, and strode out of the bathroom.

Feeling the body suddenly suspended in the air, Ke Yanze's small hand swung a few times in the air, then tightly grasped the collar of his shirt, frowned and asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Wang took the key that had just been placed on the shoe cabinet next to the door. Hearing this, he slightly lowered his head, leaned in front of him, and said two words: "Hospital."

The child's expression froze, ignoring his stomach aching to death, he pulled his shirt, pulled his face that was about to leave back in front of him, and said hastily: "I won't go to the hospital!"

The other party just squinted: "Impossible." Then he opened the door with his hand free, and the moment he stepped out the door, he thought about it and said, "Don't even think about it."

It was certain that he would go to the hospital when he was sick, and he couldn't help himself.

***

"A child's stomach is inherently fragile. You give him so many snacks. I really don't know how you are a father." The doctor seemed a little dissatisfied when he spoke, and his fingers clicked on the keyboard .

Song Wang nodded hurriedly: "Yes, it was indeed my negligence."

The middle-aged female doctor responded indifferently, and turned her eyes to look at the little boy sitting on the man's lap. Her face was pale and huddled into a ball in the man's arms. Her serious face couldn't help but feel more pity.

I'm a good boy, such a whole little doll, how can I have such a careless father!

The female doctor sighed from the bottom of her heart, then pinched her throat again, leaned over gently and asked the little boy:

"Good boy, should you take medicine or get an injection?"

Ke Yanze frowned when he heard the words, and just wanted to roll his eyes to the other party smoothly, expressing his dislike for the title "good baby", but was slapped down by the man above his head.

The latter smiled innocently: "Thank you doctor for the injection."

Ke Yanze, who had no time to express his thoughts, puffed up his cheeks in dissatisfaction, let Song Wang finish receiving the order, and walked out of the consultation room with him in his arms.

Song Wang took the list and went to get two jars of medicine first. He carried the child with one hand and came to the infusion room with the other.

As soon as they arrived, all the elderly and children in the infusion room turned their gazes over, making Ke Yanze's scalp tingle.

So he hates coming to the hospital the most!

Song Wang scanned around the infusion room, saw an empty space in the corner, and walked over with Ke Yanze in his arms.

As soon as the child was put down, a little nurse with a flushed face and shyness came forward to talk to her:

"That... are you... Song Wang?"