Lu Xiaomu coldly drank a sip of sobering soup, and was uncomfortable with acid.

"Uncomfortable," she said in a somewhat uncomfortable tone.

Ye Liting listened to her painful voice, and his heart instantly softened.

"What kind of broken soup did you do," he asked, wrinkling his eyebrows and looking at Mo Qi.

Mo Qi innocently twisted his eyebrows.

How did it become the broken soup he made, isn't the decanting soup like this?

But I don't dare to say it.

"Okay," Mo Qi said helplessly.

"However, Master Li, if you drink this soup, it shouldn't be long before the little lady will wake up a lot."

Ye Li Ting glanced at him.

"Don't roll yet"

Mo Qi seemed to have received some kind of amnesty, and hurriedly ran away.

He had been waiting for a sentence for a long time, just waiting for him to say it.

After Mo Qi left, Ye Li Ting looked at the little thing that was still asleep, and he could imagine the discomfort after being drunk.

Especially the feeling that I can't spit out, I can't describe it.

"Baby, good, drink this soup, okay" Ye Liting asked with his hand and gently teased her little mouth.

But Lu Xiaomu continued to sleep as if she couldn't hear his words.

Ye Liting really couldn't, so he continued to feed her.

But this time he was getting gentler and more afraid of choking her.

I finally drank a bowl of decanting soup, and it was already 1 o'clock in the morning.

She got up (身shēn) and carried her upstairs.

The water in the bathtub had already cooled down, and he reconnected the (hot) water.

When everything was done, I carried her and put her in the bathtub.

She felt as if she was unconscious.

The effect of the decanting soup is added to the soaking in (hot) water for a while.

Lu Xiaomu slowly came to his senses, and his eyes were blurred.

I only feel (身shēn) that I am comfortable, extremely comfortable.

But I don't know where I am.

Ye Li Ting looked at the little thing that slowly opened his eyes, and his eyebrows frowned a little.

"How's it going, baby, are you better?"

Lu Xiaomu vaguely saw the somewhat familiar handsome face.

She thought she was mistaken and hallucinated.

Keep closing your eyes.

She doesn't watch, she doesn't listen, Uncle Badass.

Ye Liting looked at her and closed her eyes again, instantly frightened.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?" he asked, worried.

Lu Xiaomu still heard this familiar voice in a vague way, no, it seemed to be true.

She opened her eyes again, and saw that the handsome face in front of her was slowly changing from blurry to somewhat clear.

She swallowed.

No, it's an uncle, an uncle who makes her (love ài) and hate.

She didn't know if it was because she wanted to cry because of a headache, or because she wanted to cry when she saw him, or because of those photos Lan Jue Ming sent a few hours ago.

She wanted to cry.

The hair on the forehead was soaked with water.

She just stared at him and didn't speak.

I don't know if it's tears or water in my big eyes.

Ye Liting looked very pitiful, and he was so distressed that he could make up for it.

Two hands held her little face.

"Baby, what's wrong, tell me, um" He didn't know what was wrong with her.

However, from her little eyes and that pitiful look, he knew that it must be a very aggrieved thing, and in the past few months, he also knew her.

Lu Xiaomu just looked at him with red eyes.

Although the degree of red wine is not too high, it is different when she drinks it in a bad heart.

If you don't get drunk, everyone gets drunk, and that's her.

I think of a lot of things in my mind, the kind of grievances, unspeakable.

Thinking about it, tears naturally flowed.