My Immortal Big Missy Chapter 242: It’s getting better

"Qiqi, is it still painful?" Yang Guo took Qiqi into his arms. The daughter who used to have a strong milk fragrance now has a smell of Chinese medicine on her body, which makes Yang Guo feel sorry. He probed the temperature of his daughter's forehead with his hands, and it was okay, quite normal.

Qiqi didn't answer, his little hand grabbed Dad's skirt and shook his head gently. Yang Guo was happy in his heart, and it seemed that it was indeed getting better. He came out in a hurry, without a quilt. He was afraid that the wind would blow his daughter, so he untied his coat, hugged his daughter in the middle, and warmed her with his body temperature.

"Qiqi is hungry?" Yang Guo asked softly.

"Hungry." Qiqi looked up at his father, with a little desire in his eyes, and said, "Qiqi wants drink milk milk."

Yang Guo's big hand stroked her little head and said: "Not yet, your drink milk milk will have a stomachache again. I will go back to the hotel later, and dad will cook you some porridge, OK?"

Qiqi didn't speak, just nodded.

Yang Guo picked up her daughter and asked Dr. Tang to check it again. Doctor Tang gave Qiqi a pulse carefully, nodded and smiled: "Don't worry, it's okay, but I'm still a little weak, just go back to take medicine and take some food to recuperate."

Just about to go back, Zheng Yujie and the assistant of the glasses sister, who just didn't know where they were going, walked in from the gate, each carrying a plastic soup box. She smiled and said to Dr. Tang, "Uncle Tang, lend your backyard to give your child something."

Doctor Tang lifted his eyelids and waved his hand to let them pass.

"I bought porridge for you and Qiqi." Zheng Yujie whispered to Yang Guo.

"Thank you." Yang Guo said, "It doesn't matter to me, I am not hungry if I eat less, is the porridge of Qiqi cooked?"

Zheng Yujie laughed and said: "Don't worry, the reason why I have been out for so long is to wait for the guys at the porridge store to help cook the porridge, and strictly follow the doctor's instructions, adding some shredded pork and vegetables."

Yang Guo held Qiqi and watched Zheng Yujie open the box of gruel for Qiqi.

"The rice grains have collapsed." Zheng Yujie checked, "Do you think this shredded pork fits well?"

Yang Guo thought for a while, still a little worried, and said: "She just has a good stomach, and I am afraid that the shredded pork still cannot be digested. Anyway, the nutrition has been cooked into the porridge. Pick out the shredded pork and vegetables."

Zheng Yujie nodded, took a pair of chopsticks and squatted aside, carefully picked it up. The assistant of the glasses girl wanted to help, but was sent out by Zheng Yujie: "You and Afa went to dinner, and ran with us all morning. Go."

It may be starving. Qiqi didn't need to persuade, and ate the gruel that my father had fed me obediently. In fact, the porridge was still quite fragrant. I smelled the hungry Yang Guo and my stomach roared fiercely.

"Haha!" Zheng Yujie smiled with her arms around her belly in disregard of her image. She sat on the stone chair next to her, leaning forward and backward, "Do you want me to feed you?"

Yang Guo ignored her, just replied: "Don't, you will be a disservice if you come back."

Qiqi is full, ask my father to clean his mouth, drink some warm boiled water to rinse his mouth, and lie quietly in his father’s arms, squinting and resting. After tossing all morning, the little girl is also energetic. exhausted.

Yang Guo starved to death. He picked up the big box of porridge bought by Zheng Yujie and was about to drink, but suddenly stopped. He looked at Zheng Yujie and asked: "Did you not eat it?"

"It's okay, I'll go back to the hotel to eat later." Zheng Yujie shook his hand and said.

Yang Guo directly chopped half of the big box of porridge into the small porridge box of Qiqi, and then pushed the rest in front of Zheng Yujie, put the clean spoon that had not been eaten in it, and said solemnly: What are you waiting for, eat a little too quickly."

After speaking, he picked up the small porridge box of Qiqi and gobbled it up. As for Zheng Yujie, he curled his lips and said, "What's the cruel?" But he sat over obediently, picked up the small spoon in one hand, and drank the porridge gracefully.

"Sorry." Yang Guo had to put down the dishes and let Zheng Yujie help him clean up because he was holding his daughter, he said suddenly.

"Excuse me what?" Zheng Yujie stopped, Dan Feng's eyes opened wide, looking at Yang Guo strangely.

"I had a lot of things that caused you to run with me. I was going to play, but it was all gone." Yang Guo said in a low voice with an apologetic face. At this time Qiqi was already tired and fell asleep, he did not dare to speak too loudly.

"What is there?" Zheng Yujie smiled, "I also play with you. If you don't go, I don't bother to go to so many places, and I haven't been to these places."

"Look back, you come to Guandong, I will take you to the fun place of Guandong!" Yang Guo laughed, "You come, stay at my house, or you are in a hurry, I have not done one The responsibility of the landlord."

"Okay!" Zheng Yujie looked at him with fiery eyes, and she smiled slightly, "As long as I am with you, wherever I go to play is the same."

Yang Guo feels that there is something in Zheng Yujie’s words. It sounds a bit weird and ambiguous, but at this time, he can’t help but think about his daughter’s illness. His eyes are still flashing in his eyes. If he doesn’t let his daughter recover, his spirit will not be able to recover. Assign it to other things.

Back to the hotel, it is already afternoon. Because they are going to lobby Jan Martel tomorrow afternoon, Yang Guo and Zheng Yujie will practice with computers in the living room of the Yang Guo room. Qiqi is sleeping in the room, Yang Guo's ears are vertical, he can hear anything.

"Can your plan be made?" Zheng Yujie took the main points and rhetoric of Yang Guo listed on the computer, and asked questioningly, "He is a foreigner, can he understand your translation?"

"He doesn't understand ~IndoMTL.com~, but isn't he doing a lecture tour?" Yang Guo laughed, "It's easy to find someone who understands Chinese to help him watch it. I believe this project can be successful! "

"Do you think we can't convince him?" Zheng Yujie asked questioningly.

"No, it doesn't mean that. Our persuasion work will have a great effect." Yang Guo said, "But his previous cooperation with domestic publishing houses was not so pleasant. Even though our tongues are bright, he Will be worried, then we will show him some dry goods and use facts to prove our strength. This is our finishing touch!"

"Okay, then follow your plan." Zheng Yujie tapped on the laptop lightly with his fingers, and said, sitting tightly, "It's still early to eat, do you think of me as Yang? Mattel, see if you can convince me?"

"No problem!" Yang Guo smiled slightly and stood up, putting his hands on the collar to tidy up the "tie" out of thin air, bursting out with strong self-confidence.

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