Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Before Qin Mo was about to leave, the little girl hugged his waist from behind, "Don't go."

Qin Mo lowered his eyes, looked at the thin white fingers on his waist, and said in a low voice, "I'm just going to get something."

He Huan leaned behind him, confused, feeling very hot and cold, especially uncomfortable.

She lowered her eyes, her voice was frail: "Brother."

He hummed, then turned his head to look at her, "It's so big and so clingy."

In fact, he can't be too harsh on her. She only remembers things before the age of 18. She was a little girl at that time and knew nothing. It was the sanitary napkins he taught her to use.

At this moment, when Qin Mo said so, He Huan hugged him tightly: "It's uncomfortable. I want to stay with him."

Qin Mo smiled and hugged her directly, and carried her to the living room like a child to get water and medicine. Fortunately, the house was warm everywhere.

Qin Mo easily hugged her with one hand. She was really too light and skinny. She might be less than 90 in height, and she was like holding a small feather.

Qin Mo lowered his head, looked at He Huan, and muttered, "You really should eat more."

She is so young now, he really wants to feed her, but he feels that he can't spoil her.

After finally taking the medicine and pouring the water, he took her back to the master bedroom in trouble, and put her down again.

Qin Mo sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to cover her forehead, quietly felt that she seemed to be hot again.

He Huan looked at him baffledly, "Will I die?"

His answer was to squeeze her face hard, and then his voice was very soft: "Nonsense."

She was still pitiful: "My brother is uncomfortable."

His heart suddenly softened, and there was some pain, and his voice was hoarse and hoarse, "I know. Just stay a while."

He put the medicine on the palm of his hand and fed her down. He Huan was particularly obedient at this time. He was the least fond of taking medicine at this time, so he ate it obediently.

Qin Mo stared at her with a soft voice, "Drink some water."

Reaching out to support her, let her lean on her shoulders, and carefully feed her water.

He Huan couldn't drink after half a cup, shook his head and said he wanted to sleep for a while.

She sleeps, Qin Mo can't sleep, he has to guard her.

He Huan lay down, but instead of falling asleep immediately, he quietly looked at Qin Mo with his eyes open.

Qin Mo's heart was very soft, and he stretched out his palm to touch her forehead: "Why don't you sleep?"

He Huan's face was still red with abnormal redness. She moved her head gently, put it on his arm, and then whispered, "I'm afraid."

As she spoke, her small face was particularly fragile.

Qin Mo felt a pain in his heart, and his voice became softer: "What are you afraid of? Am I not here?"

He Huan stared at him, and then his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "I'm afraid I wake up and don't know what it looks like. What if Qin Mo becomes three or ten years old?"

Qin Mo's heart became more gentle, and he stretched out his fingers to lift her hair, and then said lightly, "Then I will change your diaper."

He Huan opened his eyes slightly, "I don't want you to change diapers."

So Mr. Qin said with a smile: "Mrs. Xiao Qin, it's not a coincidence. I'll change it for you."

He Huan glared at him for a while, then pulled up the quilt to cover his face, whispering in his voice: "I'm sleeping."