If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

Chu Ming stretched out his hand to touch Song Qinghan's cheek in a daze.As soon as the fingertips touched his face, a little hot feeling came from his hands, with a sense of moist water, hot and tender.

Chu Ming's hand was a little cold, Song Qinghan rubbed against his hand with his face sideways, sighed softly, and then moved back while supporting Chu Ming's well-defined abdominal muscles.

The bathtub filled with water suddenly started to rippling, the hot water dripped all over the floor, and the whole bathroom was filled with water mist that evaporated from the steam, making it hard to see clearly.

Chu Ming supported Song Qinghan's waist and raised his body halfway. Song Qinghan felt his movement, and stared at him with a slight frown, his light-colored lips were slightly pursed, and the curve from the jaw to the neck was beautiful. amazing.

Chu Ming caressed his face almost obsessively, and then slowly slid all the way down.

It was Song Qinghan who was drinking, but the drunk person seemed to be Chu Ming.

The ground was overflowing with stagnant water again, the temperature of the water dropped slowly, and the mist began to dissipate.

The two had a quarrel in the bathroom, and Song Qinghan had just drank alcohol, was soaked in cold water, and as expected...had a fever.

Chu Ming changed Song Qinghan's wet and sticky clothes for Song Qinghan whose cheeks were flushed from the burn, then fetched a basin of hot water to wipe his body, looked up at the hanging bottle hanging by the bed, and frowned somewhat annoyed. .

He had known that Song Qinghan was drunk, and was messing around with such a drunk cat. He could hardly absolve himself of the blame for Song Qinghan's current state.

Thinking of Ji Ruyuan pointing at himself and scolding him just now, Chu Ming couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, then looked worriedly at Song Qinghan who was sleeping on the bed with a high fever.

He bent down to tuck Song Qinghan's quilt, and then touched Song Qinghan's face, his hands were scorching hot, and even directly covered up the soft and delicate touch.

Song Qinghan's eyes were tightly closed, his well-shaped lips were dry and white, and he kept coughing lowly, and his hair was once again soaked in cold sweat.

Chu Ming blamed himself and felt distressed when he saw it. He kept wiping his sweat with a dry towel, brought a cup of warm water over, dipped a cotton swab in the water, and carefully moistened his chapped lips.

Song Qinghan seemed to feel this moist coolness even in his groggy state. The tip of his red tongue poked out from his slightly parted lips, and licked the little moistness that had just been applied to his lips. .

Chu Ming seemed to have infinite patience when facing Song Qinghan.When Song Qinghan retracted the tip of his tongue, he dipped a cotton swab in water and moistened his lips carefully.

Song Qinghan's breathing gradually became calmer.Chu Ming put down the water glass, stretched out his hand to check his body temperature, then looked at the bottle hanging beside the bed, leaned over and kissed him on the forehead.

As if feeling the closeness of the familiar breath, Song Qinghan's eyelashes trembled and he fell into a deeper sleep.

Chu Ming leaned close to his face and rubbed it, then stood up and changed a bottle of medicine for him, covered the quilt, walked out with the remaining glass of water, and closed the door carefully.

The room was silent, only the faint sound of water as the medicine dripped lingered in the room lightly, mixed with the sound of a gentle and shallow breathing.

Song Qinghan's illness lasted for a full week, and finally the fever subsided, and he lost a lot of weight.

His illness made the Chu family anxious, especially Ji Ruyuan, if it wasn't for Song Qinghan's illness, she would have wanted to take Song Qinghan back to the old house to recuperate.

But when she was sick, she couldn't move, and when she got well, she came straight to the door. Seeing Song Qinghan's thinner appearance, she immediately became anxious——

As the biological son, Chu Dagou once again suffered strong accusations from his own mother, while Song Qinghan, as the protagonist of the illness, received Ji Ruyuan's gentle treatment like spring wind and rain.

Ji Ruyuan looked at his face that looked even colder after losing weight, and without a word, she dragged him into the car to go home, while calling the kitchen to ask the kitchen to prepare the soup first.

Song Qinghan was amused and touched, and let her pull him into the car and returned to Chu's mansion.

He has been away for so long, but the Chu family mansion seems to have not changed at all, it is still so dignified and calm.

Song Qinghan walked into the hall while talking with Ji Ruyuan. Chu Zhenyang, who had already received the news, was sitting on the sofa making tea. Light yellow arcs spilled onto the tray.

He put down the teapot in his hand with the same complexion, wiped his hands with a small handkerchief, and said calmly and solemnly: "I'm back."

He pretended to be perfect, but Ji Ruyuan saw the tea stains on his tray at a glance, glanced at him sideways, and then pulled Song Qinghan over quickly: "Still pretending for me here, just heard When Han Han was about to come back, he didn't know who was there..."

"Cough cough." Chu Zhenyang raised his hand and coughed twice, interrupting his lover who wanted to continue to expose him, "What nonsense are you talking about in front of children."

Ji Ruyuan glanced at him with a slight dislike, and then pushed Song Qinghan onto the sofa: "Mom, go and see if the soup is ready, Hanhan, why don't you feel wronged and talk to your father, a bad old man. "

Chu Zao old man Zhenyang: "..."

Song Qinghan also smiled helplessly, sat on the sofa, and called Chu Zhenyang with a smile: "Dad."

Chu Zhenyang paused while holding the teapot, and then responded lightly: "Yes."

Song Qinghan knew his temper a long time ago, so he didn't feel much about it, so he took a few glances at the tea leaves that Chu Zhenyang put aside.

The dry and slightly withered tea leaves exude a strong fragrance. Song Qinghan smelled it lightly, and then put the small box of tea leaves back to its original position.

"What do you think?" Chu Zhenyang couldn't help asking when he saw how well-mannered he was.

"Very fragrant." Song Qinghan replied honestly with a smile.

Chu Zhenyang had expected it a long time ago, snorted lightly, and then took a delicate cup. Jasper usually pours tea into a white jade-like porcelain cup, which is indescribably beautiful.

He quietly put the teacup in front of Song Qinghan: "Try it, this is a good thing."

Song Qinghan picked up the cup and took a sip, the slightly bitter tea rolled on the tip of his tongue, but after drinking it, he brought Qingyuan's sweetness——

"Delicious."

Chu Zhenyang fell into deep thought when he heard his perfunctory words, and then nodded to himself: "It's good to drink."

No matter how precious this tea is, isn't the ultimate value worth admiring and drinking?

The two of them talked about the tea ceremony in such an awkward manner. Chu Ming, who came in with Song Qinghan and Ji Ruyuan, silently glanced at them, moved his body, and poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. .

Song Qinghan went back to the old house of the Chu family.He was so sick before and lost weight, and then he was caught by Ji Ruyuan and fed a bowl of soup every day. In less than a month, his whole face became rosy, and he lost weight even before. It seems that the flesh has grown back.

Ji Ruyuan looked at Song Qinghan's rosy face that was raised by her, how proud she looked, and even changed his way to give him extra meals.

The chefs of the Chu family are not ordinary chefs. They cook all kinds of dishes in different ways, and they are delicious.

But no matter how delicious the tonic soup is, if you drink too much, it will not taste good.

Chu Ming looked at Song Qinghan who frowned and finished today's serving of soup, almost as if he was being punished, and couldn't help lowering his head and letting out a muffled laugh.

Song Qinghan put down the soup bowl, frowned to suppress the churning in his stomach, and there was still a trace of discomfort on his face.

Chu Ming stood up and touched his face: "If you don't want to drink, don't drink it. It's not good to drink too much soup."

Song Qinghan picked up the water glass and took a sip of water, finally suppressed the disgusting feeling just now, and said with a smile: "Mom has been on a high note lately, she will be fine in a few days."

Chu Ming sighed and responded in a low voice.

At worst, he would help Song Qinghan drink it up.

Song Qinghan looked at him with a helpless look on his face, and walked over in three steps in two steps wearing plush slippers, then bent down and scratched his chin with a smile.

Chu Ming couldn't help but loosen his brows and eyes after being scratched by him, and sat with him for a while.

Song Qinghan leaned on his shoulder and squinted for a moment, then fell asleep for some reason.

This is not the first time he has done this.He seemed to be very tired recently. Sometimes he felt drowsy when walking on the stairs, and sometimes his voice would gradually fade away when he was talking with Chu Ming, and he fell asleep leaning against Chu Ming.

Chu Ming was worried that there was something wrong with his body, especially because he had suffered a serious illness before, and before he fell ill...

He didn't dare to think about that.

Chu Ming carefully picked up Song Qinghan and put him on the bed, touched his flat stomach weakly and hesitantly, then gently put his hands under the quilt, turned around and walked out of the room, holding He took out his cell phone and called a number.

"Hello? Is this Dr. Ran? I'm Chu Ming." He exchanged some pleasantries with Dr. Ran in a low voice, and then directed the conversation to Song Qinghan, "Well... Hanhan seems to have some health problems recently. "

"Nauseous, lethargic, easily fatigued..." Chu Ming explained in detail what he remembered about Song Qinghan's recent anomalies, and there was a brief silence on the other side.

He didn't care what Dr. Ran was thinking, he stood at the door and glanced at Song Qinghan who was sleeping soundly: "If you are free tomorrow, can you come over?"

Thinking about the symptoms he just mentioned, Dr. Ran probably had some understanding in his heart.Hearing his deep and magnetic voice, thinking of his identity, he swallowed back the questions that came to his lips.

She sighed softly, then agreed.

When Chu Ming called her, he must have guessed something.