Rebirth Dad with Mangaka System

In the winter of another year, there have been a few heavy snowfalls in Kyoto. The whole Kyoto wore a plain white dress, but compared to the previous winter, the winter of this year seems a bit different.

Two days before the Spring Festival, Xi Ziqin and Ueno Mengzi and others had already returned home. Both Xiaotian and Xiaoxue were brought back to Tokyo by Sannomiya Qingyi. Qin Mu was also going to return to Tokyo for the New Year, but because of the sphere comic There are still many things that have not been dealt with by the company, so Tan Mu and Uesugi Yiyi stayed to deal with the last thing first.

However, just the day before yesterday, Bu Yi had somehow caught a cold, and just yesterday, from a cold to a fever.

Now Buya is still lying on the bed in the bedroom, with a towel on his head and a blushing face, usually the appearance of a beautiful iceberg. Now she is fascinated by the faint blush of a cold. Tan Mu changes the dress of Buya every time. You need to adjust your mentality when using towels on your head.

"The rest of the day before yesterday gave you a rest, you just kept on, now it's okay, have a fever." Tan Mu wringed the towel half dry and reapplied it on the forehead of the Bud, taking out the thermometer she had in her mouth.

39 degrees...not bad at all...

"Well, yes, it's 0.5 degrees back." Qin Mu put the thermometer aside and stood up. "I'm going to cook some porridge. You have a good rest. Use your mobile phone to send a message if you want to drink. Try not to get out of bed." ."

Bu Yiyi held the quilt in both hands like a kitten, leaned out his little head, and nodded gently.

Qin Mu, who was watching this scene, suddenly felt soft: the usual iceberg-like beauty is now like a cute kitten, and the contrast is so cute.

After Qin Mu left, Buya who was lying in bed remembered Qin Mu’s nervous appearance when he fainted at home yesterday, remembering that he felt that Qin Mu had taken care of himself after taking him back to the room in a confused sense. Bu Yiyi's heart is warm, I think even a fever is not a bad thing.

If my illness is not good by the Spring Festival, is it...

Thinking of this, Bu Yi shook his head, his face was redder, and wanted to sleep for a while, but found that he couldn't sleep at all...

Half an hour later, Qin Mu walked in with a bowl of casserole porridge. Yayi heard the door open and closed her eyes quickly, just like the child was afraid that his parents would find that he hadn't slept late.

Qin Mu put the porridge on the bedside table, took off the towel on the forehead of Bud Yi, tried the temperature with the back of his hand, and felt that the heat had dropped a bit,