Three-year-old little dragon cub: I am a group favorite in the villain's house

Chapter 198 The little cub has fever

Mrs. Song roared angrily, making her wake up and tremble. Her eyes suddenly widened and she looked at Mrs. Song blankly.

"What's wrong? Wake up?" Jiang Wan was still cooking porridge in the kitchen. When she heard the noise outside, she walked out quickly and took the stupid fat man into her arms.

Xingxing yawned again, then opened the pillowcase and looked at Mrs. Song eagerly.

"Grandma, hehe." Xingxing said in a waxy voice, but she was really a little embarrassed today, and even the little knot on her head was drooping a little.

Jiang Wan hugged her and pressed her forehead against Xingxing's. After this try, Jiang Wan's expression suddenly changed.

"Husband, husband!" she shouted toward the house.

Soon, Song Weiguo also walked out with long legs. Xingxing leaned in Jiang Wan's arms without any strength, his eyelids were fighting again!
"I'll take her to Dr. Yang." Song Weiguo picked up the still-fever cub and walked outside.

Mrs. Song put down the chrysanthemums in the dustpan and turned around to find her feather duster.

"Which of you went crazy for taking her out last night?" Mrs. Song looked at the boys with stern eyes.

Xuanxuan didn't know what happened, but Song Jiyuan had already stood up and consciously extended his palm towards Mrs. Song, waiting to be beaten.

"What did you take her for yesterday?" Mrs. Song asked Song Jiyuan with a straight face.

Song Jiyuan said nothing.

"You boring gourd, what's wrong, your sister won't let you say it??" Mrs. Song knew as soon as she heard this that she must be Xingxing and not let him say it.

"It's best if Xingxing can get rid of her fever today, otherwise none of you will be able to escape." Mrs. Song snorted and turned to make ginger soup for Xingxing.

As soon as Mrs. Song left, Xuan Xuan and Song Jichen's eyes fell on Song Jiyuan.

"Brother, did you take Xingxing to play in the middle of the night?" Song Jichen asked in a sour tone.

Song Jiyuan glanced at him and simply walked out with his long legs, not bothering them at all!
Song Jichen: "..."

Li Chengqian picked up the small handkerchief that Xingxing had dropped on the ground, and found a small wooden basin for her to wash clean.

"Cheng Qian, your father is back."

Just when Li Chengqian was drying the Xingxing little rabbit handkerchief, Wang called him outside.He returned to the house and picked up his small satchel.

But when he got the small cloth bag, he was stunned by the touch inside.

He remembered that the cloth bag only contained some food, nothing big.But now the cloth bag is obviously bulging, and there is obviously something inside.

Li Chengqian lowered his head, reached into the cloth bag, and then took out a bunch of small flowers that still exuded a delicate fragrance.

He recognized this flower. It grew on the top of the mountain next to Wolong Pond. He had seen it when he first turned into an egg.

On the paper next to it, a line of crooked calligraphy came into view: "Brother Chengqian, be happy."

Li Chengqian, who was holding a small bouquet, was stunned again.

After a long time, he carried the small cloth bag and walked out of the Song family's house as if he was carrying something extremely important.

However, as soon as he walked out of the Song family's house, a tall figure landed at the door of the Song family's house.

When he looked at that person, a cold feeling came up again on Li Chengqian's back.

"Uncle Jiang." He called out as usual.

(End of this chapter)