But this is not impossible to help, he also wants his godmother and godfather to be with him...

Xiao Yechen jumped to the ground, clapped his hands and went back to make the phone call. After running for a while, he turned around and shouted: "Uncle Yisa, you are so shameless."

Shameless?

Yi Sa's lips curled up with a smile, and even more shameless one was behind.

He originally wanted to keep her away from here for the time being, but she hurt his heart... and wanted to continue to hide from the quietness without any heart. Where is such a cheap thing in the world?

Yi Sa's body was filled with coldness, and she was full of expectations for the "hustle and bustle" that happened next.

...

Eugen.

Xiao Yechen called with a call. Although Ye Yan was hesitant, she was still worried that she would gain the upper hand.

"I went to see Xiaojiu. The weather has been abnormal recently. People are prone to colds. There should be no big problem. Stay here and have a good rest."

Ye Weilan nodded and refused. Qi Ye had been in a coma for three days and she couldn't sleep or eat. At this time, she had no time to be distracted and handed over her son to Ye Yan and Yi Sa to take care of her.

She held her hand and looked pale: "Help me take good care of him, call me immediately if you have any questions."

Ye Yan patted her shoulder comfortably and glanced at Qi Ye on the bed. If she didn't wake up, she would probably face more than her wife's joy and anger.

She walked out.

In the room, Ye Weilan turned to look at Qi Ye. She stayed here for three days. No matter how Ye Yan advised him, she refused to leave. She sat by the bed and talked to Qi Ye during the day, and went to bed on time to sleep in Qi Ye's arms.

Although she looked at her eating and sleeping, her face was still very depressed, and her bright big eyes lost the glory of the past and were a little dim.

She played with Qi Ye's hand. His fingers were slender, his skin was white, his joints were distinct, and there were thin calluses between his fingertips, which did not look like a killer's hand at all.

Qi Ye is good at using swords. His posture of holding the swords almost makes people think that he saw the cold and arrogant swordsman in black in ancient times.

Ye Weilan held his hand and said softly: "Qi Ye, Xiaojiu is sick, I'm very worried. You wake up quickly and let's go see him together..."

"Three days have passed, when will you sleep?"

Her eyes were filled with anxiety, and she gently stroked Qi Ye's forehead. She wiped his face finely every night. He is a person who is obsessed with cleanliness and hasn't taken a shower for three days. I'm afraid he won't be restless after falling asleep...

Ye Weilan stood up, walked into the bathroom, took a basin of hot water, and walked out. She unbuttoned Qi Ye's pajamas one by one, revealing a large area of ​​white and thin chest.

She twisted a hot towel and rubbed it little by little, with a very gentle force.

When she was injured, Qi Ye wiped her body every night. Men and women were really different in some aspects. Qi Ye was not ashamed. When Ye Weilan wiped him, he still couldn't help but his ear beads turned red.

Although she knew that he might not be able to see it, this behavior that was equivalent to touching his whole body almost made her blush and bleeding...

Especially when she wiped a place, she felt something unusual. She withdrew her hand like an electric shock. This hooligan, who fell asleep, seemed to have his own consciousness...

After finally completing this great project, Ye Weilan's face had already burned. She held the basin of water and quickly slipped into the bathroom to find cold water to wash her face.
Chapter completed!