Chapter 917 Your little cutie is back~~2

Seeing that the four masters were tricked by her, Su Chaoyang happily pulled Si Mingjing into the house for a visit.

"Mom, there is the baby's room there, go there to rest~~"

The little baby Su Chaoyang had a fever and felt very uncomfortable.

She must be as uncomfortable as hers, and she was filial and anxious, so she asked Si Mingjing to go to her room to rest.

Si Mingjing followed Su Chaoyang's little baby into a bedroom. The bedroom was full of photos of her, all wearing Taoist costumes. The navy blue Taoist costumes and her handsome cheeks looked very good. Si Mingjing turned on the camera of her mobile phone.

She took one by one, and these photos were very precious to Si Mingjing.

She missed her daughter's growth and could only understand the process of her growth through these photos.

The bedroom is very simple, with Monet-colored floors and large white walls, which are ordinary, but every soft decoration is very romantic and has an indescribable mysterious meaning.

The 1.5-meter single bed is not fancy, it is covered with white sheets and quilt covers, the pillows are navy blue, and there is a small compass on the cherry wood bedside table, and a small wooden framed mirror gives people a simple feeling.

"Mom, go to bed. When the master has calculated it, the baby will tell you."

Si Mingjing was pulled by her daughter and sat by her bed. A warm feeling surged into her heart. Si Mingjing picked up her daughter, carried her to the bed, touched her hot forehead, and said, "Mom won't say anything, Yangyang will sleep."

"Mom, the baby has nothing to do, the baby is in awesome~~"

"Obe obedient, be good."

Si Mingjing pinched the child's hand and took her pulse.

Afraid that his mother was worried, Yang Yang lay down obediently, blinked his eyes, and patted the position next to him: "Mom, you sleep too, let's sleep together~~"

"Okay, mom sleeps with you."

Si Mingjing lay down in his clothes and lay beside his daughter.

She lay on her side, took her daughter into her arms, reached out and patted her back gently: "Be good, close your eyes and sleep, your task has been completed, and the rest will be left to your father and mother."

“Oh oh ~~”

The master will not give his parents face, only she can do it.

Su Chaoyang's little baby pretended to be asleep, and wanted to wait until his mother fell asleep before going out to continue fooling the masters.

Unexpectedly, Si Mingjing took out a silver needle from her pocket and quietly gave her a needle on the back of her neck.

After the needle was pricked, Su Chaoyang felt sleepy and overwhelmed with waves of sleep. She yawned repeatedly, her eyelids were as heavy as lead, and she soon fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Si Mingjing got off the bed and covered her with a quilt.

Si Mingjing walked out and asked one of the Xuanmen masters: "Senior, are there any antipyretic drugs?"

The boss of Xuanmen said bluntly: "No!"

After saying that, he added: "Who has a fever?"

"Yangyang."

"What?"

The four Xuanmen masters spoke in unison, their voices were super terrifying, and their eyes were coldly staring at Si Mingjing.

"Hey, you are an adult and can't even take good care of a child. Why don't you say it earlier if you have a fever?"

The four masters of Xuanmen made the same move, rushed back to their respective rooms, rummaged through boxes and cabinets, took antipyretic medicine, ran out with fever patches, and stuffed them into Si Mingjing's hand.

"Thank you."

Si Mingjing saw clearly that the four Xuanmen masters were all cold-faced and warm-hearted. They seemed to not care about Yangyang, but they were nervous than anyone else. Si Mingjing was full of gratitude and went to the children's room with antipyretics.

The four Xuanmen masters followed and stood beside the bed and watched Si Mingjing put the fever-reducing patch on Yangyang's forehead.

The third master asked anxiously: "Don't you give her antipyretics?"

Si Mingjing said: "If you have a fever-reducing patch, you will get physical treatment first."

"Are you sure physical therapy is OK? Are there any antipyretics that work? If you work, give it to her!"

The Xuanmen masters who have lived for more than two hundred years have no feasible suggestions when they are sick like ants on a hot pan. Si Mingjing does not intend to listen to them. She insists on physical therapy first and then medication to control it.

After putting a fever-reducing sticker on the child, Si Mingjing said: "Let's go out first and let Yangyang have a good rest."

The master said anxiously: "You girl, your child has a fever, why are you bringing her here? You really don't feel sorry for Yangyang at all. I tell you girl, no matter what your identity is, if you don't love Yangyang, don't think about taking Yangyang away!"

Si Mingjing listened humbly because several Xuanmen masters really felt sorry for Yang Yang.

The second master pulled Master's hand and said, "Let's go and let Yangyang have a good rest. Let's go to the kitchen to stew another bowl of millet porridge for Yangyang. I have experience with fever, so it's best to eat millet porridge."

The master retorted to the second master: "Do you think Yangyang is as tough as you? He will fool him with a bowl of millet porridge when he has a fever? It must be skin egg lean meat porridge!"

Master San said: "You go and cook porridge, I'll take out a few bird eggs to replenish Yang Yang."

The fourth master said: "I'll go to the beach to get a few fish for Yangyang and stew fish soup for her to drink."

While talking, the four Xuanmen masters were busy all over the place and dispersed.

Si Mingjing continued to sit at the head of the bed to take care of his daughter.

After a while, Mo Yinhe returned, and carried it into the Taoist temple with big bags in both hands. Seeing that the Taoist temple yard was empty, he shouted: "Mingjing?"

Si Mingjing walked out of the children's room and took two antipyretics and a cup of hot water.

Mo Yinhe put a large bag of gifts on the stone table, all of which were high-end gifts. Mo Yinhe could not make any moves even if he was not the best one. He just didn't know the preferences of several Xuanmen masters and could not match their preferences.

If you are urgent, you can buy a few gifts to come to your door first, and then ask Yangyang again and give him a better gift to what he likes.

Si Mingjing handed the antipyretic medicine to his mouth and said, "I took the antipyretic medicine."

"Um."

Mo Yinhe did not refuse, took antipyretics, took a sip of hot water, and asked, "Where are people?"

"I asked Yangyang to go to bed. Several seniors learned that Yangyang had a fever, fishing, bird eggs, and porridge. We all misunderstood. Yangyang is indeed very popular."

After drinking water, Mo Yinhe reached out to touch her forehead and said, "Have you taken antipyretics?"

"I'm not stupid after eating."

Mo Yinhe took her hand and entered the children's room.

His eyes were gentle: "Or else you can sleep too?"

"The important thing is."

"No matter how important it is, there is no need to worry about this moment. Take a look. I see that Yangyang's masters will not be able to give us an answer in a while. It is not too late to ask if you have enough energy. I will sleep with you."

Knowing that she couldn't sleep, Mo Yinhe simply took off her leather shoes and pulled her to lie down together.

The bed of 1.5 meters and the three people were very crowded when they slept, and Mo Yinhe hugged her tightly in her arms.

I was afraid that she would not have the time to rest, so I added: "Mingjing, I have traveled through any door twice, and I feel very uncomfortable. I will lie with me for a while."
Chapter completed!