Gu Lian was walking in the small room with Nian Nian in his arms. The day the little guy came out, he didn't drink enough breast milk. Suddenly he drank it, and his little mouth sucked hard.
She touched the little guy's head and looked a little worried at the sparse hair. She thought about going back to take a test.
While it was quiet, Awen came and knocked on the door, "Miss Gu, come out and see the young master."
Gu Lian looked up, "What's wrong with him?"
"Uh...the doctor asked him to take medicine."
"He has no mouth?"
Awen: "..."
Gu Lian rolled her eyes and saw that the little guy in her arms stopped moving and took a break with his mouth open. Her face softened and she carefully wiped the corners of the little guy's mouth.
"Huh!" the little guy exhaled.
"Be good." Gu Lian felt at peace when she heard the child's voice.
"Miss Gu."
There was another cry outside.
Gu Lian took a breath, "What's wrong?"
"You'd better come out and take a look. Master, I'm not very good at handling this medicine."
Gu Lian: "Where's the doctor?"
"The doctor has just left."
There are so many moths.
Gu Lian was too lazy to care, the little guy hadn't finished his drink yet.
She waited for a while, and sure enough, the little guy turned his head again and continued drinking.
Awen called twice to no avail, so Lu Zechen simply called directly.
"Gu Lian!"
Calling! Calling the soul!
Gu Lian stood up in a hurry, wrapped the breast milk around herself, opened the door of the small room, and looked for Lu Zechen in the room.
"Do you think you're in trouble every year? You have to have someone take care of your food and drink?!"
After she shouted loudly, her eyes fixed on Lu Zechen not far away.
This guy didn't know when he moved to the bed. He still had the red silk scarf around his neck and sat wrapped in a quilt, making him look like an old hen hatching eggs.
Gu Lian was stunned for a moment, then he burst into laughter.
Hearing her laugh, his cold and sad eyes swept over her.
Gu Lian calmed down her expression for a second, licked her lips, and glanced in his direction, "What the hell are you doing?"
Lu Zechen hummed and closed his eyes, "Waiting for the medicine!"
Gu Lian pouted and glanced at the table next to him. There was a pile of medicine and antipyretic patches in a mess.
She turned around, went back to the room, tidied her clothes, and sent the little guy to Sister Li.
When she came back, Awen had already left.
Lu Zechen was still incubating the eggs and showed no signs of moving.
Gu Lian walked to the table, scanned the medicine, saw an antipyretic patch, and tore one off.
Walking to the bed, before Lu Zechen could react, she slapped him on the forehead.
Lu Zechen was almost knocked down. He struggled to steady his body and turned to look at her, "Be gentle."
"Hypocritical."
Gu Lian muttered, then went back to mix a bunch of medicine, and finally put it in a cup and handed it to Lu Zechen.
"Drink quickly, I want to go back and rest."
Lu Zechen took the cup and his eyes flashed, "Aren't you going to watch over me?"
Gu Lian snorted, "You have just reached thirty-eight degrees, and you look like you are critically ill."
Lu Zechen tugged on the silk scarf around his neck, feeling a little unhappy, "Last time you had a fever, I kept you company for most of the night!"
Gu Lian looked up and saw the temperature of the air conditioner. He felt more and more that his silk scarf was irritating his eyes. Anyway, the indoor temperature was enough, so there was no need to keep him warm.
She crossed her arms across her chest, "Can you take that thing off?"
When Lu Zechen heard this, he held down the silk scarf defensively, "What for? You didn't give this to me? Do you still want to go back?"
Gu Lian: "..."
Mental retardation.
Too lazy to talk nonsense to him, she snatched the cup back and turned back to the small room to rest.