Evil-Natured Husband, Don’t Tease!

“Mommy, infect me, infect me, you're fine.” Pastoral little hand, holding Pastoral heart's hand, said.

Makoto listened, his nose was sour, and he wanted to cry.

“Silly child, contagious to you, is sick to both of us. ”

Makocchan looked at Makocchan, “I hope I'm the one who's sick, and if I'm sick, Mommy can take care of me. You're sick, I'm too young to take care of you. ”

“Silly boy, you're sick, it hurts your mommy, and your mommy feels bad. ”

“I don't feel good about you either.” Pastoral mask, a crying expression, unspeakable adoration.

Makocchan's eyes were so hot, he pinched Makocchan's tender pink little face, his voice swallowed, “Silly Makocchan, if you don't go back to bed, Mommy will feel worse. ”

"Mommy, do you want me to help you sleep in your room? ”

Pastoral shook his head, "No, Mommy will be back in a minute. ”

Makocchan didn't want to be upset. He took Makocchan's hand and kissed her on the back of his hand. His dark eyes looked at Makocchan with great clarity.

“Mommy, I'll kiss you. ”

Pastor nodded, her son was so obedient, she wanted to cry.

“Thank you, baby. ”

When Makocchan returned to his room, Makocchan wanted to go back to bed after resting on the couch.

But the fever made her weak and she didn't want to move her fingers. Don't get up and go back to the bedroom.

She rested on the couch, unexpectedly acting as a sleeper, and she fell asleep.

She fell down on the couch and lay down on the couch.

Makocchan opened the door gently and walked over with his hands and feet, holding a blanket in his hand.

Coming to Pastoral Heart, he gently covered the blanket on Pastoral Heart.

Mahjong slept heavily, but her eyebrows were wrinkled and she slept heavily, but she was not comfortable at all in her sleep.

Makocchan looked so heartbroken, he raised his hand and gently touched Makocchan's burning red face.

His eyes were full of heartache and worry.

Mommy, when I grow up, I'm gonna take good care of you.

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The next day, Makoto's fever had not returned.

She had to go to the doctor as she persuaded herself constantly.

Cold, cold fever.

No hospitalization, but medication, drip.

In the infusion area, Mahjong sat quietly on the chair and the whole person was impeccable.

Makocchan also sat quietly next to her, looked up and looked at the medicine.

“Mausoleum...”

When Makocchan looked back at Makocchan, he smiled gracefully: "Mommy, what can I do for you? ”

He didn't want Mommy to see his heartbroken expression and affect his mood. He wanted to smile handsome and handsome in front of Mommy.

“Pour Mommy some water. ”

Makocchan got up, "Okay. ”

Soon after, he poured a glass of boiling water into Makoto's heart.

“Mommy, are you hungry? There's a breakfast shop next door to the hospital. Can I buy you some porridge? ”

“ …… ”

Makoto doesn't want to eat.

“The doctor said you have to eat more porridge and not eat more. I'll get you some porridge, okay? ”

“…” Makoto looked at his son's anxious eyes and couldn't help but refuse, nodding softly: “Okay, be careful. ”

Makocchan smiled and his tender face was incredibly handsome, "I will, Mommy, don't worry. ”

There is a famous porridge spot next door to the hospital. Although it is close to the hospital, most of the people who come here to eat porridge are from work.

At this time, the store's business continues to thrive.

It took a long line of pastures to get two porridges.

The boss sees him so small, so cute, he likes it very much, and when giving him the porridge, he tells him to be careful.

Say thank you to the boss and walk out of the porridge shop.

There was a man out there walking in, almost bumping into this little dot.

Fortunately, he was quick, tall, side-to-side.

Makocchan also thought he was going to hit someone. He looked up and smiled gracefully at them. “I'm sorry, I'm in such a hurry. ”

Banjia saw him smile and the whole heart palpitated.