Other people's daughters stick to their father, but Xiaohuahua is more stick to the stars at night.

"I'm here, it's okay, it's not heavy." She is a strong tomboy.

Bai Lanwu walked out of the room: "What's wrong? Why is Xiao Huahua so listless? She doesn't get used to school on the first day?"

"No, mom, Xiao Huahua has a fish tail in the swimming pool at the school and is now having a fever."

"Ah? This..."

Bai Lanwu watched her daughter carry her granddaughter upstairs and chased her upstairs with concern: "Do you want to call a doctor? Doctor Chang pushed your father to take a walk in the manor. I'll call Dr. Chang over. Why don't you send your child to the hospital if you have a fever?"

Ye Xingguang has experience: "Mom, it's okay, I'll deal with it. I would have this situation when I was a child, so I will physically reduce my fever first."

Bai Lanwu still felt sorry for her granddaughter: "Then I'll cook some lean meat porridge for Xiao Huahua."

"Um."

Ye Xingguang carried Xiao Huahua to the master bedroom, lay down with her, and held her in her arms to let her sleep.

She remembers that when she was a child, she encountered this situation, which was sleeping in the quilt. This was probably a physiological discomfort reaction, and it would reduce the fever after sleeping for an hour or two.

Seeing Xiao Huahua sleeping obediently in her arms with her eyes closed, she suddenly thought of herself when she was a child. What she wanted most was that her mother would be able to sleep with her when she was feeling uncomfortable.

The desire that I didn’t get from my mother when I was a child, but now I give my daughter, she has a strange feeling, as if it was redemption.

Ye Junqing walked in quietly, sat next to the mother and daughter, with slender hands, stroking Ye Xingguang's broken hair against his face. He was very low: "What are you thinking?"

Ye Xingguang whispered: "I think my daughter is healing my childhood. When I was sick when I was a child, I especially hope that my mother could hold me like this. You go and do your business, I will accompany her here."

Ye Junqing didn't move at all, and her wide palm gently stroked her hair: "You are with your daughter, and I am with you."

Seeing her gentle appearance in taking care of her daughter, Ye Junqing felt regretful: "It's a pity that you had a fever when you were a child, but I can't hold you in your arms like you hugged Xiao Huahua."

She smiled: "We didn't know each other at that time."

Ye Junqing was even more regretful. He clearly lived in the imperial capital, but he knew Xia Yechao at that time, but he didn't know her.

"Do you still have regret medicine in your hand?"

Ye Xingguang spoke softly, afraid of disturbing his daughter: "What are you doing?"

"Give me a pill, let me go back to my childhood, and when you were sick, I would hold you in my arms to comfort me."

Ye Xingguang said: "I don't know when I was a child, and I was not good-looking when I was a child."

Ye Junqing's eyes were full of shimmering UEFA Champions League, and he lowered his eyes and gently touched her forehead: "Who said you are not good-looking? In my eyes, no one is more beautiful than you."

"That's because I've now changed from an ugly duckling to a white swan. If you see my dark look when I was a child, you will definitely not be willing to pay attention to me." Her voice unconsciously showed a hint of inferiority.

Ye Junqing couldn't hear this, so he got up and went to find the medicine for regret. He knew that she had hidden a spare and rummaged through the cabinets: "Where? I want to tell Xia Zizi when I was a child, how beautiful she was."

Ye Xingguang said: "Don't change the trajectory of our lives. When you come back, everything will change."
Chapter completed!