The older you get, the more you act.
This is An Hua’s evaluation of Xiao Qi.
He was already a century old, and he had been pestering her for most of the night last night. After she said she had done everything she could to be obedient, he was reluctantly satisfied and hugged her to sleep.
When he opened his eyes, the iron pillar who was already over fifty years old was running vigorously.
While An Huan was lying in bed, she was still thinking that it was fortunate that someone had a sterilization, otherwise if someone died in this situation, it would be a huge joke.
When Xiao Chen came back from running, he was only wearing a vest.
An Hua frowned after seeing this, "It's late autumn now, I've already started wearing a sweater, but you're still only wearing a vest? Be careful not to catch a cold."
Xiao Xiao said proudly: "We have been together for so many years, when have you ever seen me sick?"
An Hua: "How old are you? Can you compare to when you were younger?"
Xiao Chen was unhappy, "You look down on your man? He's only fifty years old, but you act like he's seventy or eighty."
An Hua: "...You're getting harder and harder."
Xiao Qi puffed out his chest and said, "I'm not just tough in words!"
An Hua: “…”
Unfortunately, this time he could only talk tough, as he couldn't hold back a sneeze during a meeting that morning.
Xiao Tiezhu has a cold.
Indeed, apart from that time when he sprained his waist, An Hua had never seen him sick.
So this is a big deal!
An Huan was at work when she heard Xiao Chen calling her and whining that he was sick. She immediately asked for leave and went home.
"My fever is 39 degrees. The doctor has come and prescribed some antipyretics. He said if the fever goes away, it's fine. If it doesn't go away or keeps coming back, he'll come back to see me." Yang Tao reported the situation to An Hua.
An Hua nodded after listening and said to Yang Tao: "Make some light dishes and porridge for lunch."
Yang Tao: “Yes.”
Xiao Chen was already a little confused due to the fever at this time. He lay on the bed, muttering something.
An Hua put her ear closer to listen.
"Wife, wife..."
It’s exactly the same as when Xiaoyuer cried “Mom” when he was sick.
An Huan touched his red face and was startled by the scorching heat.
Xiao Chen felt the touch on his face, reached out and grabbed his wife's hand, half opened his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Stay with me for a while."
An Hua took off the hair on his forehead and said, "I'll twist the hair first, and then I'll accompany you."
Xiao Xiao grabbed the fur and threw it away, "I don't want fur, I want you."
An Huan was held and not allowed to leave. She could only take off her coat and half lean on the bed.
Xiao Xiao slipped into her arms and hugged her with his arms. Just as he was about to adjust his posture, he remembered something and leaned over to take two medical masks. He put one on himself and put one on An Hua.
"Don't infect you."
An Hua asked, "Don't you feel uncomfortable? Don't wear it."
Xiao shook his head and repeated, "So as not to infect you."
After saying that, he returned to the previous position, resting his head on the softest part of his wife's body, rubbing it, and sighed: "Comfortable..."
An Hua: “…”
Xiao Xiao gradually fell asleep and did not wake up until dinner time.
An Hua simply didn't wake him up and let him sleep.
Xiao Yuer opened the door and ran in.
An Hua quickly shushed him, "Keep your voice down, Dad is sleeping."
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