She told him last night that she would come to pick him up and discharge him from the hospital today.

But she didn't come.

The driver said, "An An is sick."

When Fu Shiting heard this, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

Qin Anan got up this morning and was very dizzy.

She thought it was because she didn't sleep well, but after breakfast, her body temperature was obviously high.

She took a thermometer and found that she had a low fever.

The wind outside was a bit strong today, which was one of the reasons why she decided not to go out. Secondly, she was afraid that her illness would be passed on to Fu Shiting.

Fu Shiting had just recovered from a serious illness, his body was still weak and his immunity was relatively low.

When the driver went to pick Fu Shiting up, she packed a guest room for Fu Shiting.

Before they recovered from their illness, they had to sleep in separate rooms.

Fortunately, although she was sick, Mrs. Zhang was cured.

Mrs. Zhang said that she might have been infected by her illness, but she knew very well that her illness had nothing to do with Mrs. Zhang.

After Mrs. Zhang caught a cold, she went home for two days and waited until her symptoms became mild before coming. After she came over, she only left the room while cooking, and stayed in the room for rest at other times.

How could this be transmitted to her?

Soon, the car that picked up Fu Shiting slowly drove to the front yard and stopped steadily.

The driver got out of the car and opened the rear seat door.

After Fu Shiting was helped out of the car, he loosened the driver's arm.

He leaned on a cane and walked towards the door of the villa with big strides.

He was able to walk very steadily, but it was a little troublesome when getting on and off the bus.

Ziqiu stood at the door of the villa and watched Fu Shiting limp and hugged Mrs. Zhang's legs immediately after being scared.

"Don't be afraid Ziqiu, that's your father!"

Qin Anan heard the noise in the room and immediately walked out.

She had a heat-relieving patch on her forehead and a mask on her face.

Fu Shiting walked to the door and saw her like this, and sighed helplessly: "Do you have a fever?"

"38.2 degrees, not serious." She walked up to him with a nasal tone, "You sleep in the guest room. I'm afraid that a cold will spread to you."

"You have a good rest and don't think about it." He reached out and touched her cheek, which was a little hot, "Have you taken the medicine?"

"After taking cold medicine, you will get better after sleeping for two days."

“Drink more water.”

"Drink." She was listless, "I'm a little dizzy, I'm going to bed and lying down. Although you're discharged from the hospital, you should also be careful not to fail the re-examination at that time."

"You go and rest! I'll play with my son for a while." After watching her return to the room, he turned his eyes to Ziqiu, who was hiding behind Mrs. Zhang.

Ziqiu looked at him with curiosity and timidity.

"Ziqiu, come here, dad, hug you." Fu Shiting changed his face to a gentle smile and his tone was also very gentle.

Of course Ziqiu wouldn't let him hug him.

His strange walking made Ziqiu feel a little scared.

"Ziqiu, don't be afraid. Daddy is sick and he will use a crutch." Mrs. Zhang picked up Ziqiu and walked to Fu Shiting, "Dad, please hug you, I'll get you puree, okay?"

Ziqiu looked at the fruit puree and reluctantly let go of the hand holding Mrs. Zhang.

Fu Shiting carried him into his arms smoothly, smelling the fishy smell of milk that belonged to him alone, and felt peaceful and happy inside.

His life seemed to have gone from the fork in the road and returned to the right track.

Country b.

Sheng Bei was about to return home after traveling around for a week.

Before returning to China, he had to go and see Xiaohan and Yun Xiaoxiao.

He brought gifts to Xiaohan's residence.

He rang the doorbell and after a moment, someone came to open the door.

The one who opened the door for him was not someone else, but Yun Xiaoxiao.


Chapter completed!