Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

As soon as Jiang Mu's words came out, the surroundings were silent.

Just... the scumbag is magnanimous and shameless, who can't say anything about it.

Even if the child is held in his arms, he doesn't understand this, so he knows how to watch the excitement.

Jiang Fang probably grew up in his aesthetic point. He was at a disadvantage when he saw two adults as a teenager. The little speaker with a sense of justice was reluctant to say, "Brother, hit!"

"Wash!"

The little baby was not honest in his father's arms, and he didn't know where his strength came from when he recovered from a serious illness. Feng Tingyun was afraid that one would throw the child without holding him. He clung to the small speaker with both hands. He couldn't use his hands to cover his mouth. He could only coax, "Baby, don’t say."

Jiang Mu then realized that everyone around him looked at him with strange eyes, and they were making a joke.

Jiang Fang looked this way, and the little speaker saw his elder brother turned his head and smiled happily at him.

The little horn became skinny because of illness, just like a big-eyed skinny monkey. If it weren't for the whiteness, it would be ugly. Jiang Fang took his gaze back for a while. He liked cute little things, but didn't like ugly things.

Jiang Mu felt that he was also a man of prestige, and his younger son's injury did not seem to be a major problem. Jiang Mu quickly settled the matter and took the family away.

Ji Min left reluctantly, but she knew that Jiang Mu was her patron, which angered Jiang Mu and didn't have a good fruit to eat.

Jiang Mu left in a desperate manner, and the crowd watching the excitement began to disperse. Feng Tingyun clutched his forehead and sighed, with a tone of pampering and helplessness in his tone, "Baby, don't interrupt like this in the future, okay?"

The baby can't understand!

His little fist was still waving, full of justice, "wash, wash all!"

The doctor in a white coat walked over with a smile, the little horn shrank his neck, and put his head on his father's shoulder.

so afraid.

This uncle will pierce people.

The doctor didn't know that he had been on the blacklist of the little speaker. He came over to look at the little speaker, smiled and said to Feng Tingyun, "The child is in good spirits."

Feng Tingyun was very happy, "The little speaker is in this situation now..."

The doctor felt that he had survived, but he couldn't jump to a conclusion, "Prepare for a check-up in the afternoon. You can pack up in advance and prepare to be discharged."

These words made Feng Tingyun's heart instantly put into his stomach. He hugged the small horn and coaxed softly, "The baby can be discharged from the hospital, are you happy?"

The baby chirped.

Wei Xue came to the hospital early when she heard about the inspection. She was afraid that Feng Tingyun would not be able to take care of the baby alone.

The baby's spirit has been very good since he had lunch at noon. He first did a few stretching exercises on the bed, then lay down and raised Erlang's legs, his little feet swaying.

This is what Wei Xue saw when he came. The little baby was holding the baby bottle like an uncle.

Feng Tingyun suffocated a smile and asked him if it was delicious?

He nodded vowingly, "Dad, this little milk is really delicious."

Feng Tingyun gave a light cough and didn't make himself laugh, "If you drink it well, drink two more sips."

Little Horn silly holding the baby bottle and nodded, and continued to suck. Wei Xue, who had witnessed the whole process, couldn't smile. She lightly beat her husband, "How old is it to tease the child."

Feng Tingyun was serious in the company, showing his true shape in front of his family. He smiled happily, "You see how funny the little speaker is."

Wei Xue also thinks that her son is nice, obedient and cute. He doesn't cry or annoys, but his health is distressing.

The couple watched for a while, and the nurse came and asked them to have an examination.

The little horn, who knew nothing, was suddenly picked up, and he looked at everyone confused.

This is where he is going, Wei Xue coaxed him, "My baby, let's go and have a checkup in a while."

The little horn blinked as if he didn't understand, and the blood was drawn for a checkup. Feng Tingyun hugged his son so as not to struggle for a while. Wei Xue was holding a small toy to attract his attention, and a blood needle plunged in.

The trumpet was sluggish for a moment, and the toys in my mother's hands were not fragrant anymore.

He slowly turned his head to look at the medical staff who had the needle, and the little brother who was drawing blood pressed him a cotton swab, "Okay."

There was a layer of mist in the big eyes of the little horn, and his lips trembled and trembled and finally cried out, "The baby is going to die."

Feng Tingyun was startled, "Don't talk nonsense, baby, why are you going to die."

The little horn tremblingly pointed at the blood drawn from him, "He... drained the baby."

The baby is going to die soon.

The little speaker is very sad and angry, why did he treat the baby like this? What did the baby do wrong.

No matter what Feng Tingyun said, he just didn't believe it, his father must be comforting the baby.

The trumpet stiffened into a straight one, and Feng Tingyun could not laugh or cry and carried him back to the ward. The trumpet was placed on the bed.

His big eyes blinked and looked at his father, "Is the baby alive now?"

Feng Tingyun rubbed his head, "The baby will always be healthy and alive."

The little speaker was a little sleepy, he yawned, and his eyelashes were soaked with tears.

He finally fell asleep, and the couple guarded him by the side.

When the little speaker woke up again, it was already dark outside, and Feng Hao followed his grandmother to deliver delicious food to his younger brother. It was the pig's knuckle stewed by grandma. It was stewed all afternoon, and Feng Hao had eaten the whole thing at home.

The pig's feet were put in a thermos, and Feng Tingyun and Wei Xue had already eaten them, and now they are waiting for the little speaker to wake up to eat.

After eight o'clock, the little speaker finally woke up.

He was still dumbfounded, seeing so many people all at once a little confused.

"Brother, I'm eating." Feng Hao took the initiative to open the thermos for his brother. He knew that people would have strength only when they were full. Feng Hao used chopsticks to pick up a big pig's trotter and put it on his brother's hand with a serious look on his face. Brother, "Hurry up and eat."

The little horn is holding the big pig's hoof in both hands, and there is no way to lower his mouth. This look delighted the adults.

Feng Hao frowned, "Do you not want to eat? No, you can get better when you are full."

He was talking bluntly, and the little speaker heard that his brother was right.

He is older than himself, and he must be right.

As soon as Wei Xue was about to help the little horn break the pig's feet apart, he was very protective of the food and hid, and then ate it as if he was afraid that the big pig's feet would be snatched away.

Grandma's stewed pig's knuckles will be softened by a sip, and the little horn will eat it vigorously.

Feng Hao nodded in satisfaction, his brother could eat so much, he would be ready soon.