My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

After a very good night's sleep, Wawa opened his eyes and subconsciously wanted to find his father.

The sick child is a little clingy, as long as his father doesn't need to do anything, Wawa hopes that his father can hold him.

It's the kind of hug like a small child, so that I can wrap my arms around Dad's neck.

While my father hugs me, I can also hug my father.

Xianyu hung the clothes to dry, went out to buy breakfast, and when he put it on the table, Wawa's head came out from under the blanket.

"Why doesn't Dad sleep with Wawa?"

Today Wawa is much better again, she seems to have regained some of her former vitality, when she asked his father in a childish voice, she seemed to be coquettish and complained.

“Wawa is very fragrant~”

Xianyu looked at his awkward little appearance, as if he had missed something good by not sleeping with him, so he couldn't help but want to knock him on the head twice.

"Sweet ass."

When the fever just subsided last night, because of the smell of sweat and he kept murmuring that he was not feeling well in his arms, he asked the doctor to make sure that there was no problem, so he took a hot bath for him.

"Dad is bad!"

He was still acting like a baby with his father just now, but now when he heard his father say this, he immediately turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

He wanted to get back under the blanket, but Xianyu hugged him out first.

Because Wawa was carried directly from the bed to the hospital by Xianyu, he didn't have shoes, and today Xianyu carried him to wash with him.

Wawa stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, and when he was thinking about whether there was something wrong with Wawa, he heard him raise his head and say, "Wawa is so pretty~"

"Yes, you are very pretty."

After getting his father's affirmation, Wawa was even more proud. Even if it was just plain porridge for breakfast, he was very happy.

After eating, he lay on the bed, and when his father cleaned up the tableware and turned around and sat down on the stool beside the bed, Wawa leaned over and looked at his father's face.

"Dad, it's dark under your eyes."

"That should thank you."

"Wawa didn't draw."

Wawa couldn't even hear his father's eccentricity, his conditioned reflex was to deny it.

He didn't have a paintbrush in the hospital, and Wawa was actually quite good recently, he didn't even need his father's help when drinking the medicine, and drank it all in one breath.

In addition, there are children in the next bed who need their grandparents to come to help every time they drink medicine. Wawa himself feels that he is sensible.

"Yes, no painting."

Grandma Xian came over again at noon that day. Although she was very busy in the field, she was still worried about Wawa, and knowing her son's personality, she couldn't get used to the food in the hospital at all.

Now there is a Wawa who needs to be taken care of by him, and she can't even go out to buy it. Last time, she heard her son tell her that the takeaway tastes bad.

"Mom, can you go back later today?"

When Xianyu was eating at noon, he felt that his eyelids could hardly be opened, and Wawa had a good night's sleep, so he didn't have any intention of resting at one o'clock in the morning.

Even for the infusion, he had to hold him, and chatted with him from time to time, and I ignored him and kept arguing until I answered.

Wawa is usually such a chatterbox, but today he is not as cute as usual when he is free and tired.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Xianyu rubbed his head, pointed to the doll sitting on the small stool wearing the shoes that grandma just brought over to eat, and replied: "Last night, I had a whole night of trouble and didn't sleep. I really can't hold on."

Seeing her son's tired appearance, Grandma Xian couldn't care less about the things in her field, so she agreed without thinking.

Seeing Wawa's delicious food, he felt that the child should be discharged from the hospital soon.

"Why don't you go back and have a good sleep in the afternoon, and I'll stay here with him today."

Now that Grandma Xian is getting older, she usually can't sleep well at night, and she thinks it's more appropriate to come here by herself if she needs to make such a fuss again.

In addition, she knew that Xianyu cared about his own son, and she also cared about her own child.

"Mom, I'll just take a nap in the afternoon. If there's anything else to do in the hospital at night, you can't read."

Xianyu didn't want to see Grandma Xian going around to ask people about some things at such an advanced age. The original owner remembered that she was a very strong old lady.

"Then you sleep a little longer, can you sleep in this bed?"

"I can find a table to lie down for a while, Wawa will have an infusion in the afternoon."

"I'm holding Wawa for infusion, you lie on the bed and sleep well."

After Grandma Xian finished speaking, she pushed the egg custard in front of Wawa, and asked: "Wawa, can I hug Grandma for infusion in the afternoon?"

"Good~"

He was hugged by his father in the morning, so now he has no intention of resisting being hugged by his grandma, and he is even very happy.

When the nurse came over in the afternoon, she saw this scene and asked why, and learned that it was because she stayed up all night taking care of the child last night.

Although this was not in line with the rules, she just frowned and said nothing after giving Wawa the needle.

Xianyu just lay down and fell asleep. Grandma Xian couldn't read, and she didn't know how to answer Wawa's many questions, so she could only talk with him.

Fortunately, Wawa himself is not a child who must know the answer from others. When grandma said that grandma didn't know, he began to think for himself.

Grandma Xian took out the apples that she had washed at home from the drawer of the bedside table, and there was also a fruit knife she was carrying inside.

Wawa, who was thinking about the problem, saw this scene, and his attention began to shift instantly. He still remembered that his grandma was very good at peeling apples, and the apple skins could be connected together.

"Grandma is amazing~"

When flattering at the side, Wawa lowered his voice because he thought that his father was resting.

When Xianyu woke up, it was already a little late, he raised his head to look at the time, and sat up hastily.

Wawa, who was sitting there rubbing the cartoons of the children next door, jumped up in fright, frowned and turned to look at his father, wanting to ask what was going on.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

"Mom, why don't you wake me up, you go now, or you won't catch the last bus if you don't go."

It's not that Grandma Xian doesn't know it herself, but she can't bear to disturb her son after she sees him fast asleep. Even though her son is not too old now, he still can't stand this kind of suffering.

"Okay, then I'll go back first, and I'll bring it to you at noon tomorrow."

Wawa waved at grandma. He had told grandma what he wanted to eat in the afternoon, and by the way, he also told his father, who was still awake at the time, what he liked to eat.

"I'll ask the doctor about the situation, is it okay for Wawa to stay here?"

"Yes~"

There is surveillance in the ward, so Xianyu is not worried, and the doctor's office is not far from this location, so he can see the ward just by turning his head.

After his father left, Wawa continued to pick up the kid's cartoons, until his mother asked him if he wanted to eat fried chicken.

The child's condition has improved a lot. The doctor said that as long as these things are clean and hygienic, it doesn't matter if you eat them once in a while.

When the mother of the kid next door was about to place an order to buy fried chicken, Wawa moved over and took out the 50 yuan she had hidden in her clothes.

"Auntie, can you..."

The mother in the next bed saw this scene, guessed what the child was thinking, and refused with a gentle smile on her face: "My child, it is not good to do this without your father's permission."

"Wawa doesn't eat, let dad eat, thank you sister."

Although the mother didn't quite believe that the kid could hold back from eating, seeing his pleading eyes, she couldn't help but agreed.

After looking at the price, he took the money that Wawa handed over and gave him the rest from his wallet.

"Thank you, sister, she is so pretty."

The mother didn't count the delivery fee, anyway, it was just a chicken leg by the way.

When Wawa was drinking porridge at night, he saw his father's dishes, and couldn't help complaining in his heart. It was so embarrassing for his father. He chose dishes he didn't like every day.

He also knew that he couldn't eat these things, so how could he be willful.

Wawa originally wanted to tell his father that in fact, even if he ate the dishes he also liked, he could control himself so that he could go home early.

But thinking about it carefully, if his favorite dish is placed in front of him, it doesn't seem to be so unbearable.

Wawa sighed like a little adult, and while drinking millet porridge, he began to fantasize in his mind that when he got home, he would ask his grandma to make many, many delicious things for him.

After the takeaway ordered by the mother was delivered, she first took out her son's and handed it to him, and then handed a chicken leg to Wawa.

Seeing this scene, Xianyu thought she was going to give it to Wawa, and almost subconsciously wanted to refuse.

"Wawa bought it!"

After seeing what his father meant, Wawa hastily emphasized that he stood up in a hurry before finishing the porridge.

"Does Wawa want to eat chicken legs?"

Xianyu took the thing and stared at Wawa. At that time, he saw that the money in Wawa's clothes was stuffed into the pocket of his changed clothes, so he believed Wawa's words.

"No, Wawa doesn't want a stomachache, Wawa doesn't eat, give it to Dad."

After finishing speaking, Wawa thought of what the kid in the bed next door said when his grandparents came in the afternoon, and racked his brains to finally come up with a general idea.

He stretched out his hand and patted his father's hand. Under his father's puzzled eyes, seriousness was written on his chubby little face, and he said to his father solemnly: "If you suffer from Wawa, you can't suffer from Dad."