Chapter 118 Can You Stop What I Want To Do?

Chapter 118   Can you stop me from doing what I want to do?

When she is sitting on the floor sleeping, just take her away, and this will not happen.

After taking antipyretics and cold medicine, Li Beichen used a towel to physically cool Ye Qingge down. That delicate little face was flushed, and the heat from his mouth hit Li Beichen's hands.

"Are you blaming yourself? Do you regret it? Do you feel distressed?"

Li Mumu leaned against the door, looking at his father's clumsy look, he was really funny.

"Why don't you go find your godfather, or play with your brother Feng!"

Li Beichen really didn't want to talk to his son.

"That can't be done. You and my mother are the only ones left in this family. She is insane. If you do something to her, who knows, and no one will stop her, then it won't work!"

Li Mumu laughed like a thief, and she couldn't hide her jokes.

Li Mumu's mother's voice is fluent and natural, once she accepts it in her heart, there is no need to over-adapt.

"What can you stop me from doing?" Li Beichen smiled, what was on his mind all day.

He is so hungry and thirsty, and this woman is so sick, he will still have that thought.

"Then try it!"

He is not big, but his tone is not small. This is Mr. Li, tyrannical.

"go to sleep!"

"Dad, go and cook some porridge for my mother. If she wakes up, she will be hungry. You cook porridge for her yourself, and she will be cured after drinking the touching medicine."

"Don't do that, go to sleep!"

Li Beichen paused for a few seconds, then replied solemnly.

"It seems that my mother likes to drink sweet potato and pumpkin porridge, and sick people can't eat greasy ones!"

With his hands in his pockets, he left leisurely with a smile on his face.

A certain big man who said not to do that was cooking porridge in the kitchen.

The chefs waiting by the side felt their throats hurt, and they couldn't bear it if it burned.

Li Beichen was wearing a white T-shirt and black slacks, without the solemnity of the suit, like a family man.

The appearance of stirring the porridge is so serious and focused, the dots of pumpkin and sweet potatoes are rolling in the snow-white porridge.

This was the first time Li Beichen entered the kitchen for a woman named Ye Qingge.

Sure enough, after one o'clock in the morning, Ye Qingge woke up, her fever subsided, and she was hungry.

He was sweating all over, his body was cold, and he was weak and weak. After looking around, he found himself lying on Li Beichen's bed.

But Li Beichen sat on the edge of the bed with a towel in his hand and fell asleep.

Ye Qingge wanted to drink water, propped himself up, and wanted to take the water glass on the bedside table, but Li Beichen was lying in the middle.

His body was weak, and he couldn't support himself, so his upper body lay on Li Beichen's body.

Li Beichen was startled awake, covered in cold sweat in vain.

"If you want to drink water, you call me, you have to get up by yourself!" Li Beichen thought that Ye Qingge just wanted to drink water.

He hugged her and let her lean against the head of the bed, and took a water glass to feed her.

"I...drink, uncle..." His voice was hoarse, and his breath was empty.

Ye Qingge was angry. She was worried about Ye Wenwen and felt sorry for Li Nancheng, and she didn't know how to face Li Beichen.

"Open your mouth!" How could Li Beichen let her drink it by herself? She was still acting brave when she was sick.

Really thirsty, Ye Qingge no longer stubborn, opened his mouth, drank to his heart's content.

"Thank you, uncle, for causing you trouble!"

Ye Qingge's words are not hypocritical, she really doesn't want to cause trouble for others, it's just her temperament, she doesn't like to owe others.