Song Bailao is ill and I am a little nervous.

Although no matter how strong the alpha is, it is inevitable that when they have a cold and cough, they are immune to c20, but they are not immune to all diseases. But Song Bailao lost his glands, he is different from ordinary alpha. It made me wonder if his typhoid fever was due to climate change or if he had had his glands removed.

Viking Daoist said that I have a heavy heart, and I am indeed easy to be concerned. Just this incident, I have been thinking about it in my mind since he had a symptom of coughing. He was ill for a week, and I was very worried for a week.

Holding a glass of freshly squeezed juice, I knocked on the study door and gently placed it on the desk. Song Bailao just looked up when I entered the room, and then continued to lower his head to review the documents.

I stood in front of the desk and waited for a while. Seeing that he didn't respond, I silently pushed the glass forward until it reached him. Song Bailuo paused, unable to ignore it any longer, he reluctantly stopped the movement of his hand, turned the pen between his fingers twice, and put it aside.

"Can you not drink it?" His voice was hoarse and nasal, "I've been drinking it for three days in a row, and it feels useless, so stop drinking?"

I frowned and didn't give in: "Even if you can't cure a cold, drinking more juice is always good for your body."

Song Bailao picked up the glass of orange juice with a look of resistance and disgust.

"It's not juice, it's sulfuric acid."

One lemon, three passion fruits, add pineapple to make juice, which is rich in vc. It is said that drinking it can enhance immunity and eliminate fatigue.

"Liang Qiuyang said that he always drinks a cup of this every day when he catches a cold, it will get better faster." I coaxed him softly, "I made strawberry pudding, you drink this and I'll give it to you Would you like to take one to remove the sour taste?"

When I say this, he will generally not refuse.

Sure enough, Song Bailao looked at me, struggled for a while, and finally gulped down the juice in the glass.

I was satisfied, reached out to pick up the empty glass, and just about to turn around, he grabbed my wrist with his backhand and pulled me forward.

In order to maintain my balance, I had to support the table with my other hand.

Before he returned to his senses, Song Bailao bullied him and kissed my lips across the table.

The soft tongue churned my mouth until I could taste no more acid before my wrists were released and allowed to evacuate.

Song Bailao bit my lower lip lightly and whispered: "Don't need the pudding, leave the things that lie to children to Song Mo, adults still prefer a more direct 'reward'. "

I quickly clasped both hands together and pressed them tightly in front of me.

"Forget it." I lowered my eyes and turned to leave the study.

Go down the stairs and return the cup to the kitchen. When passing the living room, they saw Song Mo and Ning Xi playing in the enclosed game pool.

The child grows very fast. In the blink of an eye, Ning Xi has been six months old. The facial features are gradually growing, and the skin is no longer as red as when she was born. Although the child's skin was quite fair, she was exceptionally fair and her eyes were large and dark. Even the doctor who examined her was amazed that Ning Xi was the most beautiful little Omega baby she had ever seen.

Ning Xi has eyes like me, nose and mouth like Song Bailao, she is very cute, but saying "the most beautiful" should be a compliment from the doctor.

"Sister, you have won again!" Song Mo cheered, helped Ning Xi turn her head, pointed to the position of the guardrail in front, "Let's do it again and see who climbs there first. "

It's not accurate to say that she is playing, after all, Ning Xi can only crawl tremblingly now, and she can't even sit firmly, let alone understand speech.

This is more like Song Mo is using games to guide her to master the tricks step by step, tirelessly and patiently, and we don't even know where he learned these parenting classics.

He's more of a "mom" sometimes than me.

"Awesome, come on, young master, come on sister!" Sister-in-law nine and two servants stood outside the fence as applause audiences, cheering for the two young players on the field with sincerity .

I don't know when it started, no matter who the whole family was, they all followed Song Mo and called Ning Xi "sister", even Song Bailao was no exception.

Take out a pudding from the refrigerator, walk to the fence and knock on the plate: "Momo, come and have some snacks."

Song Mo and his sister had a great time playing, and when he looked up at me, there was a big smile on his face.

"Come on now!" He slowed down, and when Ning Xi reached the top, he pretended to catch up.

"Sister wins again." He hugged Ning Xi, the two children looked at each other and giggled, and couldn't stop for a while.

"Okay, young master, let's go have some snacks, my sister is going to drink milk too." Sister-in-law nine leaned over to pick up Ning Xi, touched her diaper, and greeted the one beside her. The servant went to the bathroom and let another go to the kitchen to warm milk.

Only me and Song Mo were left in the huge living room. He ran to me, stretched out his hand to take the pudding from me, and there were beads of sweat hanging from the tip of his nose.

"Thank you mom."

I saw that his bangs were wet with sweat, and the strands were sticking to his forehead, so I helped him aside.

“How is school these days?”

Both Song Bailao and I don't like those so-called "exclusively" aristocratic schools for the upper class, where there are usually only alphas and omegas, just like Shangshan. They crowd out betas, discriminate against betas, and see themselves as masters of the universe.

Therefore, after careful selection, we sent Song Mo to a private primary school that respects equality and harmony between all genders, and has excellent teachers and hardware facilities. The principal and Luo Qinghe are old acquaintances, and they are also good friends with Song Xiao.

Since the first month of school, Song Mo has responded well. Except for the first few days, he was a little shy and could not let go. Now he has become more and more accustomed to school life, and it can even be said to linger.

"Everyone is cute, but sometimes it's too childish." Song Mo said while eating the pudding, "Xiaomei and Qiqi were rushing to be my tablemate, and the two of them fought, and their hair was broken. It's all messed up."

"And then what?"

"Then the teacher separated them, educated them, and arranged for me an alpha roommate."

"I didn't expect you to have the style of your father at a young age." I pinched his fleshy cheeks in a funny way, "What a small disaster."

Song Mo looked at me ignorantly, bit his spoon and asked, "What is a disaster?"

I thought about it for a while: "It's just... I'm so attractive, it attracts others to fight to be with you, and the fight is so **** that I don't even want to die."

"Then I'm in trouble." He nodded, lowered his head and continued eating the pudding.

While speaking, Song Bailao came downstairs.

"What are you talking about?"

Before I could speak, Song Mo said, "It was Xiaomei and Qiqi who fought over me, and then my mother said that you and I are both a disaster. You are a big disaster, and I am a small disaster."

I immediately felt a sharp gaze shot at me, my whole body was stunned, my eyes shifted unconsciously, and looked to the side.

Song Bailao slowly approached me, hugged my waist, and asked, "Am I a disaster?"

I now want to go back five minutes and take back what I said.

"I'm talking nonsense..." I muttered.

He laughed lowly, leaned into my ear and said, "Coward, dare to say it and don't recognize it."

I raised my head to speak, he suddenly turned his face away, put his fist to his lips and coughed.

I bit my lip and patted his back.

He coughed a little better and turned around. I didn't have time to clean up my emotions, and the corners of my lips that were raised in a hurry didn't even need to look in the mirror to know what kind of strange expression was formed on my face.

Song Bailao was stunned, reached out and rubbed my cheek lightly, his tone unconsciously became cautious: "What's wrong?"

"No..."

When I was suffering from a serious illness before, was he as anxious as I was?

This feels so bad, I can't keep laughing at the thought that this "badness" might last a lifetime, appearing in every corner of my life.

"Do you want pudding? I'll get it for you."

I turned and walked towards the kitchen, Song Bailao caught up and hugged me from behind.

He swayed gently and whispered softly in my ear: "I just have a cold, a common cold. Haven't you heard of it? People who don't usually get sick, when they get sick, It's very hard to get up."

I think I've been thinking too much these past few days, so heavy that it was all on my face, and he saw it in his eyes.

I closed my eyes and smirked: "I haven't heard of it."

"Then I'll tell you now, and you'll know." Song Bailao kissed my temple, "Don't worry, I said I still have a wish, and I won't die."

I opened my eyes, turned around suddenly, and warned him word by word: "Don't say that word."

I have rarely been so serious or even stern, he blinked a little in astonishment, and quickly understood what I was referring to.

"Okay, I won't."

Looking at him like this, I suddenly remembered that I had explained to Song Mo before that the word "death" is not easy to use on living people, let alone on myself. At that time, he was frightened by me, nodding his head in a daze, which was exactly the same as Song Bailao's current appearance.

"What else do you wish for?" I asked him in a slow tone.

With his current status, it should not be difficult for him to do anything. Unless this matter is "big", so big that he can't finish it in a short time.

Song Bailao put his palms on my cheeks, his thumbs rubbed the small piece of skin under my eyes, and smiled slightly: "I will be with you for a lifetime."

I stared at him stunned and lost my words for a moment.

He continued: "I won't... leave you until this wish is fulfilled." He obviously paused in the middle.

I thought it was at least something like "becoming the king of the world" or "becoming No.1 in the business world", but is this the result?

Just this...

When he explained, I felt even more uncomfortable.

I pursed my lips and stepped forward to hug him firmly.

He chuckled, welcoming me into his arms.

I am unwilling and annoyed: "You are a disaster..."

The troubles that make people worry about and sleepless.

Specially scourge me, so that I can't escape his clutches for the rest of my life.