Sitting on the back seat, I raised my left hand high and stuck a needle in my right hand, sitting in the back row in a posture that was not very comfortable.
Although my father's driving skills are excellent, this posture is really uncomfortable.
Fortunately, it didn't take too long to get home from the hospital. Liu Zhiyue had to endure it for about twenty minutes before he successfully arrived downstairs.
Liu Changqing parked the car, opened the door and got out, first let his son out of the back seat, and then took down the things he bought in the morning.
When Zhao Xuanwen called, they happened to go shopping. Fortunately, they had almost finished buying. After learning that their son was sick, they immediately drove back.
I didn't have time to take them when I went upstairs for the first time, so I carried them all in my hand this time.
After closing the car door, Liu Changqing carried a lot of things and walked behind his son, watching him go up the stairs step by step while holding the infusion bottle.
After arriving at the door of his house, he shouted a few times.
After hearing this, An Yuanyao in the house quickly opened the door. When she saw the father and son standing at the door, she was obviously shocked.
After regaining consciousness, he quickly stepped forward and reached out to take the infusion bottle he was holding. Liu Zhiyue, who looked much better but was still a little depressed, couldn't help but ask.
"Why are you back and still holding..."
"Honey, eat more at noon. I bought a lot of vegetables today."
Liu Changqing interrupted An Yuanyao's question and answered first.
Although Liu Changqing was thinking a lot inexplicably when he was in the hospital, when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had been worrying too much.
The reason why Liu Zhiyue was asked to come back with a bottle was because the guy was in very good physical condition, but after taking a bottle, his body temperature began to drop.
Liu Changqing also made this move after asking the doctor and getting the answer that he could go home.
on the other hand.
After all, there is a wife and daughter who are waiting for food at home, as well as his son's classmates, and An Yuanyao, who is pregnant, is strictly prohibited from touching the kitchen.
Therefore, he had to come back.
Zhao Xuanwen, who was standing aside, was obviously relieved when he saw the father and son returning. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to An Yuanyao's side and whispered.
"Auntie...let me help you lift this."
With that said, he took it from An Yuanyao's hand.
At this time, Liu Changqing, who was carrying a large amount of food in his hands, looked at Zhao Xuanwen who had changed back into his own clothes. After thinking for a while, he spoke.
"Xuanwen, you have to work hard first. Only one bottle will be left. You can take Zhiyue and sit on the sofa for a while..."
"Okay, uncle."
Looking at Zhao Xuanwen who was holding the bottle and leading Liu Zhiyue towards the sofa, Liu Changqing withdrew his gaze and said to An Yuanyao beside him.
"Let's go to the kitchen."
After speaking, he shouted to his daughter standing beside him.
"Xia Zhi, go and close the door, and then watch TV with your brother."
"I got it!"
After hearing her father's arrangement, Liu Xiazhi responded happily. It seemed that she was very happy that her brother did not die.
After watching his daughter close the door, Liu Changqing carried the things and walked to the kitchen, while An Yuanyao followed closely behind, as if the two of them were going to carry out some secret operation.
After arriving in the kitchen, Liu Changqing put the things in his hands at the corner, then passed An Yuanyao behind him, came to the kitchen door, and took a sneak peek into the living room.
After discovering that the children were all on the sofa, he quickly came to An Yuanyao and tried to get close to them.
Noticing Liu Changqing's move, An Yuanyao suddenly panicked and subconsciously stretched out her hands to touch Liu Changqing's chest.
His face turned to the side, with a hint of shame in his tone.
"Xuanwen is here too...be careful with your image..."
"..."
Liu Changqing was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly lowered his voice and said.
"what are you thinking!"
After saying that, he took An Yuanyao's hand away from her chest, approached her, and asked with a serious look on her face.
"I called you just now when I was in the hospital. You said that Zhao Xuanwen told you that she accidentally got her clothes wet, so she took them off and wore Zhiyue's clothes?"
"Yes what's the matter?"
"That's the problem. I thought about it carefully on the way back. Although the child Xuanwen is indeed quite naive, he is not so naive... Besides, we are alone at home with our son, and we are still wearing Zhiyue.
clothes..."
"Um……"
After listening to Liu Changqing's words, An Yuanyao was stunned for a moment, and then some possibility seemed to flash through her mind, and her expression became shocked.
Suddenly he stared at Liu Changqing in front of him.
"You mean, the two of them...did things they shouldn't have done at home, and Xuanwen lied to me?"
"That's not the case, I just think...the children are so old, shouldn't they be told to pay attention, after all, there are differences between men and women...Besides, if something really goes wrong by then, it will be troublesome."
"so……"
"So, do you want to give the two children a physiology class at night? After all, Xia Zhi still thinks that giving birth is a hospital-issued..."
"..."
Be silent.
An Yuanyao didn't know how to respond to Liu Changqing's proposal.
She also knows that children of this age do not yet have the ability to distinguish right from wrong. If they do something bad under the agitation of hormones...
Moreover, Zhiyue is so outstanding.
Yesterday the girl named Zhang Yunjing kissed him on the face, and today Zhao Xuanwen was wearing Zhiyue's clothes, not to mention Lan Yixian's daughter Zhou Shiyan.
Those three children are all beautiful. If the time comes...
Thinking of this, An Yuanyao suddenly became worried. She thought a lot in her mind and finally gave her answer.
As a father, Liu Changqing was asked to have a heart-to-heart talk with his son Liu Zhiyue, while his daughter Liu Xiazhi was put aside for the time being. After all, the child was still so young.
An Yuanyao didn't want her pure heart to be tarnished. When the time came, she would tell her personally as her mother.
Hmm... I'll probably wait until the day Xia Zhi gets married.
Finally, the couple reached a consensus in the kitchen. The father, Liu Changqing, was responsible for reminding his son, while the mother, An Yuanyao, planned to tell each other when Xia Zhi grew up.
After settling the matter, Liu Changqing drove An Yuanyao out of the kitchen and sternly rejected the other party's proposal to strike.
Then he started preparing lunch.
An Yuanyao, who was kicked out of the kitchen, sneaked to the side and stared at the three children sitting on the sofa alone.
She didn't stop like this until it was time to eat.
After the meal was over, Liu Zhiyue prepared to go back to the house to rest, while Zhao Xuanwen went home after a simple farewell.
After eating and drinking, the ignorant Liu Xiazhi began to enjoy her weekend time. She watched TV until the afternoon. When it got almost dark, she hurriedly took out her weekend homework and wrote it down.
Liu Changqing entered his son's room after dark.
That night, he gave his son a lesson on physiology, the core values of youth, and a warning to refuse inappropriate relationships.
That night... Liu Zhiyue's face turned red.
When he was only fifteen years old, his father instilled knowledge that he should not know at his age. Even if he got under the quilt and covered his ears, he could still hear his father talking to the side.
"Son, you have to remember... Love that is not for the purpose of marriage is called hooliganism. You must not do stupid things in a daze! Men must be responsible for what they have done, so
...You have to be very careful and don't just do it casually..."
"Dad, stop talking!!!"
Liu Zhiyue's voice entered the living room through the door. Liu Xiazhi, who was writing his homework, immediately stopped writing.
At only 10 years old, she didn't know... what her father was talking to her brother.