Be Good Chapter 1137: I’m in pain, let it go

Walking to the bed, looking at Xie Ci's plain face, Yuan Changhuan's eyes were a little sore, and finally couldn't help but fell asleep lying on the bed.

After she fell asleep, Xie Ci, who was asleep, slowly opened his eyes, lifted his hand weakly, and placed it on the back of Yuan Changhuan's hand.

Hold your hands together and cover them in one place.

Then he closed his eyes again in satisfaction.

Yuanyuan is still by his side, this is enough.

Midnight.

It was Yuan Miao's exclamation that woke Yuan Changhuan up, "It's so hot, Daddy, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Changhuan woke up suddenly, and found that the back of his hand seemed to be covered by a piece of hot iron, scalding hot and scary.

"What happened to your father?"

Yuan Changhuan raised his hand to brush Xie Ci's hand away from his own son's horrified eyes. However, Xie Ci's grip was very tight, no matter how Yuan Changhuan shook it, he couldn't shake it off.

Feeling Yuan Changhuan's movements, Xie Ci's grip tightened even more. Yuan Miao, who was at the side, noticed that her mother was still struggling with her hand, so she quickly jumped over Xie Ci's body, grabbing Yuan Changhuan's clothes Sleeve, "Mother, Daddy has a fever and feels very hot."

Of course Yuan Changhuan knew that Xie Ci had a fever.

Looking at the sky outside, it was already dark, what should I do if I have a fever in the middle of the night.

Yuan Changhuan couldn't pull out his hand, so he could only direct his son, "Miao Miao, step on the chair, go to the water basin, soak the handkerchief, wring it dry and give it to mother."

"Okay, Miao Miao will go now."

Miao Miao quickly jumped down on the bed, and according to mother's instructions, went to twist the cold handkerchief.

At this time, Yuan Changhuan had already seen Xie Ci's cheeks. His cheeks were blushing, in stark contrast to the previous paleness. Even his bruised lips were faintly red. Redness begins.

"Thank you, let go first."

Yuan Changhuan pressed hard, making Xie Ci's hand squeeze tighter and tighter, so he could only come softly, "You loosen it, it hurts me."

Probably because of Yuan Changhuan's misty voice, Xie Ci's tight hand really loosened. Doubt he was faking a coma.

Feeling Xie Ci's hand loosen, Yuan Changhuan took the opportunity to withdraw his hand.

Unfortunately...

Just when she thought she was about to succeed, Xie Ci grabbed her hand suddenly.

"Thank you!"

Yuan Changhuan shouted quite angrily.

During the coma, Xie Ci kept hearing someone calling his name, calling him in countless tones. This voice, which he would never forget for the rest of his life, was Yuanyuan.

Yuanyuan is still by her side.

Holding Yuan Changhuan's hand, Xie Ci couldn't help but bend his lips when he heard her voice.

Yuan Changhuan saw the corners of Xie Ci's lips curved, thinking that Xie Ci was playing tricks on her, and pinched Xie Ci's cheek with his free hand, "Xie Ci, don't think that I don't See, you are pretending to be asleep!"

"Stop pretending, wake up!"

It's just that no matter how Yuan Changhuan ravages Xie Ci, Xie Ci does not show any signs of sobriety.

Yuan Miao, who walked over with a wrung-out cold handkerchief, saw the scene of his mother ravaging his father at a glance, and was so frightened that he almost suffocated, "Mother, my father is so sick, why don't you give up?" Bully him!"

"I bullied him?" Yuan Changhuan couldn't help but look at him when he heard his son's righteous words, "It's your father, how about pretending to be unconscious and bullying us?"

When Yuan Miao was talking to his mother, he had already climbed onto the bed with all his hands and feet.