Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

The family diverts his attention as much as possible, but the little speaker has a firm attitude, wanting milk, wanting milk, wanting milk!

He stubbornly crawled in the direction of the bottle, Wei Xue picked him up all of a sudden, "Mom, come and touch his belly."

The little horn's belly is flat. Obviously, he didn't drink enough just now, but he still needs to listen to the doctor's instructions. Wei Xue lied to him, "He said that he will not eat anymore, and the little horn will not eat anymore, okay?"

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The small horn was placed on the bed, and he was also wearing a small cow gown specially prepared by the hospital for small patients. He opened his clothes like he didn't believe it, and tried his best to put his ear on his belly.

This posture made him very difficult, and finally he couldn't sit still and rolled.

Feng Tingyun hurriedly protected him from falling, the dull hair of the little speaker exploded and looked at everyone blindly. What happened just now? Dizzy.

Everyone was amused by him. After listening to the little speaker for a long time, he didn't hear his belly speaking. He looked at his mother suspiciously.

My mother nodded under great pressure, "Mom didn't lie to you."

In that case, don't eat it.

The little horn turned on so much, he went to the bed and spread out into a big print, and fell asleep again within a few minutes.

Feng Tingyun intimately covered his son with a quilt, and then looked at Wei Xue, "You and your parents can go back and rest. I'll just look at it here."

Feng Tingyun still had to deal with the company's affairs, but every time the little speaker was hospitalized, he turned off his affairs to accompany him. For this troubled son, the couple paid too much.

Wei Xue was still a little worried. Feng Tingyun supported her shoulders, "Go back, go back to accompany Haohao. Don't let the children think we ignored him."

Because of the younger son's body, sometimes she does not do well, and Wei Xue is also very guilty for this. She didn't insist anymore, "Then I will go back first and come back in the afternoon. Let me know if I have anything to do."

Feng Tingyun nodded, and the family left in a mighty manner. The ward suddenly became spacious and deserted. Because of poor health, the small speakers developed later than other children of the same age. The little one, just like the little cat, Feng Tingyun felt very distressed, but he could do nothing. He could only hope that God would treat him better and not take his son away.

At home, Feng Hao is reading a book after eating. Today is a day off and he can stay at home.

The nanny was tidying up in the kitchen, Wei Xue's voice from far and near, "Aunt Zhang, get down the pot of tea."

Wei Yingran likes to drink tea. Father Feng stayed in the hospital all night and was not in good spirits. Wei Xue asked him to go back to his old house to rest. Feng Hao heard the voice put down the book in his hand, and his grandpa and grandma suddenly appeared in front of him, "Haohao."

"Grandpa and grandma, why are you here?"

"Let's drop by."

Feng Hao was too precocious, and yesterday and today's events made him realize what was wrong. Grandpa and grandma would usually come, but they would say in advance before they came, and they would bring a lot of things every time they came, but this time they were empty-handed, and they just came in a hurry.

Feng Hao took a step back, and Wei Xue went to the kitchen to cut some fruit.

Cui Shumin walked to Feng Hao's side, "What's wrong with Haohao? Are you unhappy to see grandpa and grandma?"

Feng Hao looked towards the kitchen, and then asked in a low voice, "Is my brother's hospitalization very serious this time?"

Cui Shumin and Wei Yingran looked at each other, they didn't plan to let the children know this.

But Feng Hao is not an ordinary kid, "Don’t lie to me. Yesterday my mother agreed to watch my game, but she didn’t go. Everyone was there when I went to the hospital. Today you came here again. It must be your brother’s situation. Very bad, are you here to say goodbye? Brother... is he gone?"

Feng Hao's eyes were red when he said these words. Although he hated that his brother had taken all his parents' eyes away, his brother didn't mean it. The younger brother is in poor health, so he needs more care. Feng Hao wants to keep his younger brother alive.

Cui Shumin quickly explained, "No, no. Your brother's situation was indeed...but today, his brother is awake."

Feng Hao raised his head and looked at her, "Is it all right?"

Cui Shumin repeated, "I woke up."

He just wakes up, but the younger brother is still in danger at any time, saying that he doesn't.

Feng Hao was depressed. Aunt Zhang walked over behind Wei Xue with tea. Wei Xue saw how everyone was still standing, and hurriedly greeted everyone to sit down.

Cui Shumin looked at her daughter's red eyes, feeling uncomfortable, "Go and rest."

Wei Xue shook her head, "It's rare for you to come once."

Wei Yingran looked at her daughter, "Are we outsiders? We don't need you to entertain you. You have to go to the hospital in the afternoon. Now that you have a good rest, you can replace Ting Yun in the evening and let him rest and rest. Who of you two broke? Will not work."

Cui Shumin added, "We will wait for the baby to get better this time before leaving. You have time to accompany us. Let's go to rest now."

Wei Xue thought about it. She got up and walked to Feng Hao, apologizing for not being able to watch his game yesterday.

Feng Hao shook his head, "There are still many competitions, but there is only one younger brother."

Wei Xue's tears came out all of a sudden, "I'm sorry, it's too unfair for your mother to always take care of your younger brother."

Feng Hao came back from the hospital yesterday and thought a lot. He told Wei Xue what he wanted to understand, "I have a healthy body and I can do anything. But my brother is not healthy. He can only be in the small house and the hospital. He can't do anything, so my brother needs you more. Mom, I understand."

Wei Xue suddenly took Feng Hao into her arms, and Feng Hao patted her on the back like an adult, "So mom, go and rest. I will take care of my brother with you in the evening."

Wei Xue cried and nodded, Cui Shumin didn't dare to watch the heart-piercing scene.

The daughter's family is really too difficult because of the baby's body.

The baby on the hospital bed twisted into various postures when he fell asleep. Feng Tingyun looked at his son while remotely handling company affairs.

When the little horn is asleep, it will make a small snoring sound. Feng Tingyun is also relieved to hear it. If there is no sound, he can't help but go and poke his son. Maybe he is too scared.

The assistant bought lunch and came over. Cui Shumin originally wanted to prepare the meal at home and bring it. However, Feng always felt that his father-in-law and mother-in-law had been tired by the car, so he refused the kindness of mother-in-law.

Feng Tingyun's assistant was a young man who had just graduated. Although he was young, he was serious and careful.

He bought a portion of millet porridge for Xiaotong. The doctor did not recommend that he eat too much, a small portion of porridge was enough. The vegetables I bought for Mr. Feng were so weak that even if the father and son had a meal together, they would not be greedy for the little guy.

Assistant Lin put the thermos on the table and opened it, "President Feng, all right, let's have dinner."

Feng Tingyun closed the computer and pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked smoothly, "Have you eaten? Do you want to go together."

Assistant Lin shook his head, "I have eaten it."

He walked to the hospital bed and looked at the trumpet distressedly. Such a small child would have to suffer so much. Since he took office, the trumpet has to go to the hospital every three to five, so he did not come to accompany him.

A little cold or fever is a serious matter for a small speaker.

Feng Tingyun stretched his waist and hammered his neck, "I'm going to wash my hands. You can wake up the little speaker first."

Lin Te help poked the horn in the cheek cautiously, and the little baby in his sleep chirped and talked in sleep, "Little milk is flowing."

Lin Tezhu couldn't help but laughed. He tentatively shook the small horn gently, "The baby is up, we are going to eat."

Li Jiyue heard someone talking in his sleep, but he was busy catching the little cow in his dream. These little cows are so bad that every cow carries little milk on his back but just refuses to give it to him.

The baby is so angry that he stomped his feet. Isn't it just a little milk? Why is it so stingy!

Under Lin Tezhu's unremitting efforts, the little baby finally opened his eyes, and his dazed appearance made Lin Tezhu's heart soft. But the next second he felt that something was wrong, what is the baby doing?

The baby who had caught the little cow for most of the day in his dream has forgotten to go to the toilet.

With a stream of heat, he was finally liberated.

Lin Tezhe opened the quilt in disbelief, and the map on the bedsheet revealed one thing, the baby he wets the bed.

The little baby who finally woke up stiffened, he got up and looked at the map with Lintezhu's head to his head. The expression is very serious.

Lin Te helped point to the sheets, "Little horn, you're bedwetting."

The little speaker who woke up was in good spirits. Seeing that he was no longer sick, he lay on his stomach and studied it carefully for a while, then sighed and sighed.

Lin Tezhu was amused by his appearance. When Feng Tingyun walked over, he saw the mysterious appearance of two people. He wiped his hands and asked what was wrong.

As soon as Lin Tezhu wanted to speak, he heard the little baby wicked complaint first, "Brother, pee, shame."

Lin Tezhu hurriedly shook his hands, "It's not me, it's the little speaker who wets the bed."

The little trumpet sits on the bed for fear that the adults will not believe it.

Feng Tingyun picked up the baby and touched his wet **** and sighed, "Do you treat your father as a fool? Xiao Lin, help me change the baby's clothes."

The little trumpet that had been exposed to the lie plunged into Dad’s arms, and said "Oh," "I'm embarrassed."