Her resistance is so poor, he didn't notice it before, but as soon as it enters winter, the temperature drops, and if she doesn't pay attention, she will catch a cold every three or five days.

After the last bottle of hanging water was filled, it was Tang Jingyun who personally pulled out the needle for her.

She has caught colds a lot, and he is familiar with these things.

Because of the cold, Song Tiantian's mood was not very good.

After she woke up, Tang Jingyun coaxed her many times and asked her to eat something, but she just refused to open her mouth.

"If you don't eat again, then I'll feed you my way?"

Song Tian buried her head in the quilt without saying a word, and did not move, even if she was already hungry, she didn't even have the strength to open her mouth to go.

Tang Jingyun's long arms reached into the quilt, clasped her waist, pulled her up from the bed, and let her sit down against the head of the bed.

Before Song Tiantian could react, Tang Jingyun had already leaned over and approached her, and his thin lips kissed her.

Song Tiantian's eyes widened in shock, and she suddenly realized something, she reflexively wanted to dodge, but he buckled the back of her head and deepened the kiss strongly.

The soft and glutinous sweetness of the rice porridge is vividly exerted between the lips and teeth of the two.

Song was forced to swallow the first bite of food he fed her.

Her face flushed, and she stared at him angrily, "I have a cold, aren't you afraid of infection?" ”

"Do you want to eat it yourself, or do you want me to feed you?" Tang Jingyun didn't answer her, but just lowered his tone and asked rhetorically.

Song Tiantian was angry and helpless, "I said I didn't want to eat, so I had to force me." ”

Although the words were full of complaints, the little hand was still trembling, stretched out, grabbed the porcelain bowl full of white porridge, obediently picked up the spoon, scooped the porridge, and sent it to his mouth one by one.

Looking at the indignation on her face, Tang Jingyun suddenly smiled lowly.

This girl has probably scolded him thousands of times in her heart.

Just let her have a meal, feeling how much he's done to be sorry for her, full of childish temper.

Tang Jingyun sat on the edge of the bed and watched her eliminate the white porridge in the bowl little by little.

She shoved the bowl into his hand.

"You're done eating, are you okay?"

"Yes, my good baby." After speaking, Tang Jingyun raised his hand and touched her head dotingly.

Song Tiantian coughed violently twice, almost choking on the porridge that had not yet been fully swallowed.

Shrewd...... Baby?

"Who's your baby?" That's too meaty, okay?

Song Tilt blushed, ashamed and embarrassed, she lay down on the bed awkwardly, with her back to him.

After a few moments, the sound of her even breathing came over.

Song Tiantian felt that he had slept for a long, long time, and in his sleep, he vaguely heard a voice ringing in his ears again.

"Why is her body so weak, she catches a cold every three or five days, will this have an impact on the pregnancy of a child?"

Yes—Qin Mei's voice.

Song tilted his hand at his side unconsciously tightened, grabbing a small fold on the sheet.

"You said it was a cold, what does it have to do with whether you have a child or not?" Tang Jingyun obviously had a somewhat impatient look, "Besides, if you can't give birth, don't want it, isn't it a very simple question?" ”

"You!" Qin Mei was obviously angry by Tang Jingyun's words, "What kind of woman is a woman who can't have children?" If you let your grandfather know that Song Tiantian can't have children, he promises to let you divorce. ”