Feng Mohan's body tensed up for a moment, but soon relaxed. He pointed at his throat and made a painful expression.
"Sore throat?"
Feng Mohan nodded.
Jiang Li immediately became nervous, "Are these symptoms of a cold?"
The little guy quickly shook his head. He took Jiang Li's hand, spread her palm, and lightly wrote two words on her palm.
"Getting angry?"
Seeing the little guy nodding, Jiang Li was still uneasy. He touched the little guy's forehead to make sure that his forehead was not hot and there was no runny nose, sneezing or coughing, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
After becoming a mother, her biggest fear was that her children would get sick. Especially when she was raising two children alone, sometimes one of them would get sick and the other would be infected.
"Mommy, go make you a cup of isatis root."
The little guy nodded.
After drinking the isatis root, it was nap time. Tangtang obediently climbed onto the bed and lay down under the quilt, but Feng Mohan was nestled in Jiang Li's arms and couldn't bear to leave.
He was afraid that when he woke up, mommy wouldn't be around.
Jiang Li carried him to the bed and covered him with a quilt. Just as he was about to turn around, he found that the little guy was holding the hem of her clothes.
Jiang Li raised his eyebrows.
This kid seems to be extra clingy today.
She thought the little guy had a discomfort in his throat and wanted to act coquettishly with her. She kissed the little guy on his forehead and said, "How about Mommy sleep with you?"
As she finished speaking, she clearly saw the little guy's eyes light up. Jiang Li felt soft, hugged the little guy and put him in the middle, lifted the quilt and lay down on it, "Do you want to listen to a bedtime story?"
The little guy nodded.
So Jiang Li leaned half sideways, leaning against the head of the bed, patting the little guy's back while telling a bedtime story in a soft voice.
Feng Mohan couldn't bear to sleep.
But this scene is so beautiful. His sister is lying on his right hand, and his mother is lying on his left. Mommy's soft voice is in his ears, and the scent of Tangtang's milk and mommy's fragrance are between his nose...
The guy's eyelids gradually became heavy.
Today is his happiest day.
Before going to bed.
One last thought popped into his little head.
He must find a way to bring daddy and mommy together, so that their family can be together forever and never be separated again.
…
the other side.
Fengjia Villa.
Today, both Feng Siye and Feng Jiuci went to work in the company. Only Yangyang and his servants were at home. This was Yangyang's first visit to the Feng family villa.
He spent the whole morning touring the villa.
Wow!
Daddy's house is so big, with a garden and a swimming pool.
Yangyang took off his shoes and sat next to the swimming pool, soaked his feet in the water and played in the water. Behind him, Zhang Ma kept her eyes on him, for fear that he would fall into the swimming pool.
After playing for a while, it was lunch time.
The chef steamed a king crab, used the crab roe and crab meat to make a crab bibimbap, and brought a cup of Cordyceps soup.
The bibimbap is fragrant, and every grain of rice is covered with crab roe, which makes you want to eat it just by looking at it.
Yangyang was shocked.
Are all rich people so arrogant that they eat king crab and cordyceps for lunch?
Oh my god.
With such good food, my father and brother actually have anorexia... Yangyang almost burst into tears. Anorexia is a disease of wealth.
He doesn't deserve it!
aside.
Seeing "Feng Mohan" staring at the rice but not moving his chopsticks, Zhang's mother thought that he didn't want to eat again, "Young master, you can eat a little... Sir, he is already thinking of ways to get Miss Tangtang to come and eat with you.
If you wait two more days, Miss Tangtang can come to our house. Miss Tangtang likes you so much, and she will definitely be unhappy if she knows that you haven't eaten well..."
The words were not spoken yet.
Yangyang couldn't bear it any longer, took a spoon and started eating with big mouthfuls.
"..."
Zhang Ma was stunned.
She was ready to make a video call to ask her husband for help. She didn't expect that the young master would be so cooperative today. Could it be because she mentioned Tangtang?
No matter why, it is a good thing that the young master is willing to eat.
at last.
Under Zhang Ma's surprised and delighted eyes, Yangyang finished two full bowls of bibimbap, and the whole cup of old duck soup went into his stomach.
Well……
So full.
Yangyang rubbed his belly and was about to praise the chef a few words, but suddenly thought that he was Feng Mohan now and couldn't speak... He held it back again.
Ahhhhh.
Not being allowed to speak can really suffocate people to death.
Yangyang decisively went upstairs and returned to his room. When he returned to the room, the door was closed, and he leaned against the door panel and let out a long sigh of relief, "Oh my God, I'm suffocating my baby."
…
Feng Group.
CEO's office.
Feng Siye received a call from Zhang's mother. After hearing her excited report on Xiaohan's midday performance, instead of being happy, he frowned.
After hanging up the phone, he picked up the car keys and left.
"Hey? Brother, where are you going?"
"go home."
Feng Jiuci's expression changed slightly, "Did Xiaohan go on a hunger strike again and refuse to eat?"
"no."
"ah?"
Feng Siye strode out with a gloomy look on his face, "He ate two bowls of rice today."
"..."
Feng Jiuci's eyes widened.
He and his brother raised Xiaohan single-handedly. The child has grown so big and has never eaten so much in one meal. If something goes wrong, it must be a monster. No wonder my brother wants to go back to check the situation.
Feng Jiuci was not at ease and hurriedly followed him.
When the two brothers arrived home, Yangyang kicked off the quilt and lay stretched out on the bed, sleeping soundly. He didn't know what he was dreaming about. He was squeaking, and there was a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth.
Sudden.
He frowned, maybe because he felt uncomfortable lying down, so he bent his knees and turned over on the bed, turning into a posture with his butt sticking out.
"..."
Feng Jiuci rubbed his eyes with a confused expression, "Brother, how long has it been since I last slept with Xiaohan? How come his sleeping posture has become so... wild? He used to sleep very honestly, and sometimes it didn't change overnight.
It’s a posture, why is this like this?”
"..."
Feng Siye's eyes fell on the little guy's face. Seeing that his expression was relaxed and he didn't look uncomfortable, his eyes relaxed. He stepped forward, covered the little guy with the quilt, and quietly exited the room.
Feng Jiuci also quickly retreated.
"Brother, Xiaohan doesn't look uncomfortable."
"Um!"
Feng Jiuci held his heart in his hands with some excitement, falling into a beautiful fantasy, "Will Xiaohan's anorexia be cured?"
"..."
Feng Siye was not so optimistic.
How could I suddenly feel better after being sick for such a long time?
He went downstairs and asked about the specific situation. Zhang Ma answered carefully. When Zhang Ma mentioned Tangtang, the two brothers looked at each other and at the same time attributed the credit to Tangtang.
"Xiaohan must have thought that Tangtang would be here soon, so he ate obediently. But if he doesn't let him see Tangtang in two days, there's no telling what he'll be like."
Feng Siye's eyes were dark, "Speed up the progress."
Feng Jiuci's eyes shone brightly, and he ran away as if he was afraid that he would regret it.