After wearing the book, the big guys are vying to help me raise my cubs

Chapter 336 What do you call me?
The one who gave Leng Qinghan the injection was a little girl who was an intern, she seemed a little nervous, her ears were even red when she looked at Leng Qinghan, and her expression was inexplicably shy.

Zheng Xiaoyu frowned in dissatisfaction, looked at Leng Qinghan and sighed.

Some people are equally good-looking even wearing a mask, with sword-like brows and star-eyed eyes, slender stature, and noble demeanor.

"Cough, can you hurry up? Isn't his blood vessel rarely found?" Zheng Xiaoyu looked at the blue blood vessel protruding from the back of his hand, wondering what the little nurse was still fumbling about.

"Ah, sorry, I'm a little nervous." The nurse said awkwardly, glanced at Zheng Xiaoyu and asked, "Are you brothers?"

brother?

In order to make herself look like a boy, Zheng Xiaoyu kept her voice down, and no one even found out that she was a girl.

She bent her lips, and before Leng Qinghan could reply, she said, "Yes, this is my elder brother, he already has a wife, and his children are all grown up."

Leng Qinghan glanced at her sideways, admiring her ability to open her eyes and tell lies.

The little nurse was obviously a little disappointed, and gave Leng Qinghan an injection.

"You are so white, like a girl." The little nurse looked at her and said before leaving.

Zheng Xiaoyu coughed and touched his forehead unnaturally.

Leng Qinghan looked at her sideways, and said displeasedly: "I am your brother?"

"Then you want to be a younger brother?" Zheng Xiaoyu slightly opened his eyes wide.

Leng Qinghan was sucked in angrily by her.

Zheng Xiaoyu smiled and patted himself on the shoulder, "If you are tired, you can rest on my shoulder for a while."

"I'm not tired." Leng Qinghan turned his face away.

Leng Qinghan has three bags of infusion kits. I don't know if it's because the little nurse didn't tie them well. The drips are very slow. Zheng Xiaoyu was a little tired after sitting for a while, so she yawned and watched the people around her. From time to time, there was the sound of children crying.

"Sister Nurse, my brother changed his medicine!" Zheng Xiaoyu was familiar with it, and his brother and sister called him very skillfully.

"Go get some medicine for your brother, I think he has some inflammation in his throat." The nurse gave her the list.

"Okay." Zheng Xiaoyu went to the other side to get the medicine, and when he came back, he saw Leng Qinghan resting with his eyes closed.

Sitting down beside him, Zheng Xiaoyu gently rested his head on her shoulder.

Leng Qinghan slowly opened his eyes, and an obvious smile flashed in his eyes.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening after the transfusion, and Zheng Xiaoyu came out bouncing around, suddenly feeling that she could go out with Leng Qinghan on a date with this outfit, without being afraid of being recognized.

"Brother, let's go eat a bowl of noodles!" Zheng Xiaoyu pointed to the noodle shop opposite, the one they had been to before.

Leng Qinghan frowned, "Are you really addicted to acting?"

"What's wrong?" Zheng Xiaoyu took off his mask, feeling a little bored, "You are already a few years older than me, you are my brother~"

Leng Qinghan took off the mask and his face sank, "Then brother can treat you like this? You are my wife."

As soon as the words fell, she was held into his arms by him, and the hot and forceful words fell, making her unable to resist for a while, she couldn't help but backed away, but he held the back of her head and completely controlled her in his arms.

Leng Qinghan's arms were very warm and had a particularly pleasant smell.

Zheng Xiaoyu raised her arms and hugged his waist, raised her head to cooperate with him.

It took a few minutes for Leng Qinghan to let her go. The two of them were breathing slightly, and they were a little hazy about each other.

"What did you call me?" He held her face and opened his mouth low, so close that he almost touched her lips.

"Old, hubby." Zheng Xiaoyu said obediently, a little shy.

(End of this chapter)