He swooped onto his father's lap and hugged him: "Hey, I'm going to meet the parents in the kindergarten today, so get up quickly."
"Shh, Mommy may not be feeling well. Don't wake her up. Just wait for me downstairs and I'll take you to school later."
"OK." Colin lowered his voice sensibly, then climbed out of bed obediently and slipped away.
Yan Mubei looked at Lin Qianqian again and found that she had not been awakened, so he gently dug her out of his arms.
After covering her with the quilt again, he went into the bathroom to wash up, then put on casual clothes and went downstairs.
In front of the dining table, Colin and Betty were having breakfast playfully.
I would say they were playing, because the two little guys were chasing each other around the dining table with their forks for breakfast.
The housekeeper had a headache, so he chased after them and advised: "Young master, young lady, please stop playing and have your breakfast."
Just as she finished speaking, the cake in Betty's hand flew away, formed a parabola in mid-air, and landed at Yan Mubei's feet.
Colin: “…….”
Betty: “…….”
Yan Mubei stepped forward, picked up his son and put him on the seat, followed by Betty.
The two little guys were most afraid of Boss Yan's anger, so they quickly sat down obediently and ate the breakfast they had ruined in a serious manner.
After a while, Lin Qianqian came over dragging her slippers.
It seemed that she was still not in good spirits. She sat down next to her husband and complained: "Why don't you wake me up for breakfast?"
"You're not in good spirits. Why don't you take a nap?" He reached out and tucked the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, and gently stroked the woman's skin with his fingertips.
"I don't want to sleep. Maybe I'm a little drunk from the fruit wine." She pressed her temples with both hands, feeling uneasy.
Probably not, but...but this feeling is very much like that time.
Then she began to think about her good friends and how long it had been since they came to visit her.
After thinking about it again and again, she found that she couldn't remember it.
Could it be true?
Colin opened his eyes wide and asked curiously: "Mommy, what's wrong with you? Can Colin accompany Mommy to the doctor?"
Lin Qianqian felt sweet when her son was so heartwarming. She looked at him with a smile and said, "No, mommy is just a little tired. She can just sleep a little longer."
"Oh, then hurry up and have breakfast. Eat enough before going to bed."
"Eat up." Betty was very obedient and handed the fried dough sticks in front of her to Lin Qianqian.
Fried dough sticks have always been Lin Qianqian's favorite. They couldn't be sold in the United States before, so she tried frying them herself.
She smiled and took the little girl's fried dough sticks, and when she was about to put it into her mouth to eat, a fishy smell of oil suddenly hit her nostrils.
Suddenly, my chest felt suffocating, and something was rising up.
Lin Qianqian threw away the fried dough sticks, grabbed a napkin and put it in her mouth, then quickly ran towards the bathroom at the back.
Colin was stunned: "Mommy, where are you going?"
Betty Sangxin: "Aunt Qian doesn't want my fried dough sticks?"
Yan Mubei, who was no longer unfamiliar with this situation, immediately understood that she had gone to vomit again.
He comforted the two children and asked them to continue eating, and he took a few steps to catch up.
Sure enough, in the bathroom behind the living room, Lin Qianqian was vomiting until her face turned pale.
It's just that this morning is different from last night. She can't vomit anything, she can only retching constantly, accompanied by a few mouthfuls of stomach acid from time to time.