Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Qing Huan woke up in the morning, habitually went to Jiu Jiu's room next door, knocked on the door, but when there was no response, he opened the door and went in, but saw a mess on the bed.

Qing Huan raised her eyebrows - this little guy usually listens positively, why did he sleep late today?

Qing Huan walked over, only seeing Jiujiu's black hair exposed, he sat down by the bed and pulled down the quilt slightly.

"Jiujiu, get up, you have to go to school today."

Only then did Jiujiu react. He came out of the quilt with his whole face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Dad..."

Qing Huan heard that his voice was weird, and his face was blushing abnormally, and felt bad, so she reached out to touch his forehead, and the scalding body temperature startled him——

"Jiujiu, are you sick?" Qing Huan asked.

"I... don't know..." Jiujiu was in a daze.

"No, I'll take you to the hospital." Qing Huan took the clothes beside the bed, lifted the quilt, and was about to dress Jiujiu, but when she saw Jiujiu's lower body, she froze - Jiujiu's lower body had turned into a The dragon's tail was lifted, and the golden dragon's tail rested weakly on the bed.

"Dad... what's wrong with me?" Jiujiu wanted to sit up, only to realize something was wrong, he looked down - "Dad... my tail..."

"It's okay. Although I can't go to the hospital, Dad will definitely help you find a way."

"Father, I feel so uncomfortable... so hot..." Jiujiu looked at Qing Huan with watery eyes.

Qing Huan thought for a while, picked Jiujiu up, walked into the bathroom, and put him in the bathtub. He began to pour cold water into the bathtub until it was submerged up to Jiujiu's shoulders.

"How's it going, Jiujiu?"

"It's... a little more comfortable..."

"Jiujiu, wait for Dad to come back."

"Yeah." Jiujiu leaned obediently in the bathtub, looking pitiful.

Qing Huan quickly found M and Gu Yuehua and the others to come over——

"Mr. Bai, although I really want to help, I don't know anything about the mysterious techniques in your bridal chamber. If you use Western magic...Mr. Bai, would you like me to try it?" M said.

Qing Huan is of course unwilling to let her son try unknown things.

"If it's a demon, I'm still sure, but Jiujiu is the son of a dragon, a descendant of the dragon god, that is, a half body. I can only let his current body temperature drop, and I'm not sure about returning to his original body." So In the end, Jiujiu just lowered his body temperature, but he still didn't recover his human form.

"Jiujiu is the son of a dragon, nothing will happen." Chen Ziran said to Qing Huan.

"That's right, that kid is just sick. Ordinary children get sick too. When he recovers, everything will be fine." Ji Zhiqiu continued.

"He played football with me last night. He was alive and kicking, but he got sick after one night. It seems that he is still too weak." Zhong Li couldn't say anything good.

"Okay, you guys go out, don't disturb me cooking porridge." Qing Huan only felt that her head hurt.

"Huan, do you have a share for me?" Zhong Li asked.

"I also want to eat something light, so add me." Ji Zhiqiu said.

"As long as you talk too much, you want to go out and buy it yourself. This is cooked for the sick, or a child, and you also fight?" Qing Huan pushed them out: "Go out, get out for me."

"Huan, it's because you dote on that little devil so much that he is so proud of it."

"That's right, he has two faces in front of us..."

Qing Huan simply closed the door and concentrated on cooking the porridge.

Qing Huan stirred the porridge in the purple clay pot, cursing in her heart: "Good you Long Zhao, your son is sick like that, you don't know where to live, you don't have half a sense of responsibility... you better never come back..."

Qing Huan didn't realize that her mental activity at the moment was a little too... homely...

It was already half an hour after Qing Huan finished cooking the porridge. He went upstairs with the porridge and opened the door when he felt a different breath.

There was someone in the room—the extra person...

Qing Huan saw the slender figure sitting by the bed with her back on her back, wearing a blue gold-rimmed robe, and wearing a jade crown to tie her hair—it was Long Zhao.

I really mean that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived, I was still scolding him in the kitchen just now...

"Why are you here?" Qing Huan said calmly.

Long Zhao turned his head to look at Qing Huan, and said with a smile, "If I don't come, won't I be scolded to death by you?"

"Is there?" Qing Huan closed the door, sat down with the tray, put it on the bedside table, turned to look at Jiujiu, he was sleeping peacefully, Qing Huan saw Jiujiu's exposed calf again—it seemed that he had already back to normal.Sure enough, it was still up to Long Zhao, the father himself.

"What's going on with Jiujiu? Why did he have a fever for no reason, and he turned back into a half-dragon shape?"

Long Zhao caressed Jiujiu's forehead with his hand, and said, "When he grows up and faces the moulting period, he can't control the changes in his body, that's how it will be."

"Will this happen again in the future?"

"Don't worry, I will teach him how to control his body." Long Zhao said.

"It's best." Qing Huan said angrily, "He's your son, you should take care of him anyway. Don't keep using him as a tool."

When Long Zhao heard this, he laughed, "Since when did I use Jiujiu?"

Qing Huan crossed her arms and squinted at him: "Don't think I don't know, you let Jiujiu follow me as a spy and monitor what I reported to you..."

Long Zhao rubbed his nose: "I just want you father and son to be closer...Of course, I also care about you..."

"How can anyone use your son like you?" Qing Huan frowned and said, "From the very beginning, Jiujiu's birth was your premeditation..."

"We have discussed this issue many times." Long Zhao got up, stood in front of Qing Huan, and looked at him: "I admit that I did not do it purely on purpose, but I really treated him as my son later on." I like him, and I also like the state of our family."

Qing Huan said: "I just hope that you can really treat Jiujiu as your own son, not mine."

Long Zhao raised his eyebrows: "Is there any difference?"

"As my son, your feelings for him come from me, as your own son, then you truly regard him as your blood successor."

Long Zhao thought for a while: "Okay, I will try... to treat him as my own son... In this way, the boss will do it?" Long Zhao leaned closer to Qing Huan's face and looked straight into his eyes.

Qing Huan nodded: "This way, of course it's the best."

"Okay," Long Zhao's lips curled up, "Then, it's time to talk about the two of us."

"Yes." Qing Huan would not think that Long Zhaozhen came here only for her son - the matter between the two of them will have to be resolved sooner or later.

"So straightforward?" Long Zhao looked at him, "You have been avoiding me before."

"I didn't think about it before, but I think about it now."

"Understood?"

"Yes." Qing Huan looked calm: "It's really meaningless for us to be entangled in such an unclear way, and it's not good for each other."

"really."

"Long Zhao, if you want, we can try to be together, as you said, you, I and Jiujiu, a family." Qing Huan was serious.

Long Zhao stared at Qing Huan, trying to find any clues from his face, but failed - "You... suddenly changed your attitude... it's unbelievable..."

"I think avoidance is not a long-term solution. Why don't you just try to be together, try it out, no matter what the result is, it's always the end, right?" Qing Huan said with a slight smile.

Long Zhao stared at Qing Huan, and said after a while, "I kind of understand what you mean. Try it, it's very good, just try it once."

"You agree?" Qing Huan asked.

"I don't have any reason to disagree. I should be happy. What has been talked about for so long has finally come true." Long Zhao raised Qing Huan's slender chin: "However, let's talk about this proposal, how many people are you talking to?" Did you mention it?"

"Hmm... Let me think about it." Qing Huan pondered for a while almost provocatively, and said, "Probably, maybe, everyone you can think of has been mentioned."

Long Zhao narrowed his eyes: "I am the last one."

"Unfortunately, you are at the back after all, but you are not the last." Qing Huan said with a slight smile.

"Qing Huan, from now on, I don't know if it was your compromise or mine." Long Zhao stroked Qing Huan's lips with his fingertips.

"As I said, the premise is that you are willing." Qing Huan said: "If you are not willing, it means you give up. Then, this is also a choice."

Just like a game, if you choose A or B, there is a way to go, and if you choose to terminate the game, that is also a choice, but the result is just a gameover.

Long Zhao narrowed his eyes, and parted his thin lips lightly: "Okay, I am willing, very willing."

After saying this, before Qing Huan could open his mouth, he covered Qing Huan's lips, sealing all Qing Huan's responses with a domineering kiss.