Chapter 1619: Except Wushan is not a cloud 170

Chapter 1619, except that Wushan is not a cloud 170
Chen Hao knows what Qiao Wei is worried about and nods his head: "Do not worry, your Highness is not so fierce."
At least, nothing about Joe.
Chaucer heard Chen Hao’s words, I don’t know why, my heart was inexplicably soft, and it seemed that I was not afraid of it at first.
After a short while, Chaucer lowered his head with the soup of the people underneath. At that time, the Prince’s High Court was half-sleeping on the bed and closing his eyes. Joe was afraid of quarreling with him. Even walking was cautious, no. Dare to make too loud.
She gently put the soup on the bedside case, and finally took the courage to look at the Prince's Highness and said softly, "His Royal Highness, do you drink medicine first?"
There was no movement on the side, and Chaucer called him again, "His Royal Highness..."
Miao Momo finally opened her eyes slowly, looked at her, and glanced at the soup she put on the side, silent for a while before she took it, but she just took a sip. Then he frowned and put the medicine bowl back, and the expression was quite unpleasant.
When Chaucer saw it, he could not help but ask with some concern. "His Royal Highness, is it... hot?"
I’m faintly squinting.
He didn't seem to know that he was willing to take care of Chaucer, even if he just clicked on his head, it was enough for Joe to linger in his heart for a long time. Chaucer brought the bowl of soup over. "That I... blow it."
Looking at it, he saw Chaucer's eyes lowered slightly, and Hongyingying's lips groaned. The beautiful white fingers clasped the spoon and gently blew the soup. After a while, he was careful. Feed the past, "Should, not hot."
She looked at her and looked at her with a slight sigh.
"Really, not hot." Joe whispered.
I still haven’t moved.
Chaucer watched as he was still staring at himself, and the cold eyes seemed to express "How do you know that it is not hot?"
Chaucer sighed with courage and said, "That I... taste it."
Joe rubbed his lips gently and licked the soup. He looked up and said to him with a sigh of relief. "I really don't burn."
The eyes of Miao Momo have finally eased some.
Upon seeing this, Chaucer gently fed the soup of the spoon to his mouth. In fact, he was very afraid that his grandfather would not drink it, but fortunately, he was only slightly stunned, and he gently opened his lips. , calmly fed her soup to the mouth and drank it.
Chaucer couldn't see the emotions of his emotions. He didn't know that he would not let himself feed. He handed a bowl of soup gently. "Do you want to drink yourself?"
Hearing the words, he frowned and looked at her coldly, and his look was more condensed.
When Chaucer saw it, he shrank and took the bowl of soup back. He said a little, "I will feed my temple, drink medicine..."
She took another sip of soup, bowed her head and fed it.
Fortunately, Miao Momo finally opened his mouth and mixed the medicine into it.
Occasionally, if Chaucer didn't blow it before feeding him, he wouldn't be willing to drink a cold face. He had to wait for her to blow before she would drink the soup.
Chaucer also fed it for a while before he discovered this law, and he didn't dare to neglect it. No matter whether it was hot or not, he had to blow it before he was fed.
Although His Royal Highness Prince looked cold and faint, he always cooperated with her. It didn't take long for a bowl of medicine to be drunk.
(End of this chapter)