After dinner, An Lan touched her round belly and returned to the room to play with toys.

Although it was the first day of check-in, it was the child's character after all. After having the toys, she also left her fear behind her.

Feng Yu returned to the study and was busy until Aunt Li knocked on the door.

She looked at Feng Yu with a embarrassed look and said, "Sir, Miss Aning refuses to take a shower."

"She doesn't want you to wash her?" Feng Yu frowned slightly and asked.

"Yes, she is still not familiar with me. I wanted to touch her, so she ran away. She refused to listen to me, look at this..."

"I'll go and have a look."

Feng Yu knocked on An Lan's door and saw her sitting on the bed and wrapping herself into meat dumplings. He couldn't help laughing and asked, "Anning, what are you doing?"

"I won't take a shower, I want Sister Run." She blinked and curled her lips a little aggrievedly: "It used to be that Sister Run helped me wash, and I want to find her."

Feng Yu walked over and sat by the bed. An Lan immediately took a step back and returned to his vigilant look.

"Anning, we have already gone home, not in the hospital. She is taking care of you in the hospital. Can you ask Aunt Li to take care of you when you get home? I will take care of you too, so don't be afraid."

An Lan shook her head stubbornly, "I don't want it, I want the nurse sister."

"A Ning, I know you miss her. I promise you that as long as you obediently go take a shower, I will take you to find a nurse sister tomorrow."

"Really?" An Lan asked half-believingly.

"Really, Brother Yu never lie."

"Okay." An Lan thought for a long time before reluctantly nodding and agreeing, but also offered a condition and said: "I want to hear the bedtime story, and the nurse sister would tell me before."

Feng Yu choked and had a urge to touch his forehead. He had never read fairy tales since he was a child, and last time he saw it from a certain degree.

But he could not refuse An Lan's request. When he met her clear and innocent eyes, all his resistance turned into a cloud.

He heard his low voice saying, "Okay, I'll tell you."

An Lan ran into the bathroom with joy, refused anyone's help, and quickly took a battle bath. When she came out, she still had water droplets left in her hair.

Feng Yu looked at her helplessly, asked her to come and sit down, and picked up the towel next to her to help dry her hair.

His slender fingers slashed through her short hair, and his rough hair made him frown.

In the past, An Lan had long soft and black hair, like the best silk.

Nowadays, due to malnutrition and other reasons, her black hair is no longer replaced by dry and frizzy hair.

He wiped her hair with a little distress, then picked up the hair dryer and slowly dried it. He said while blowing, "Aning, I promise you that you will have long and bright hair in the future."

An Lan didn't understand what he meant by saying this. She glanced at Feng Yu in a daze, with a pure smile on her face. She slid her hair anxiously and said, "Brother Yu, my hair is dry, come and tell the story quickly."

"Today, I'll tell you the story of three little pigs..."

After a while, An Lan tilted her head and fell asleep.

Feng Yu gently laid her flat, while he lay beside her, looked at her quiet smile and said good night softly.

When the dawn tear a gap in the night, Feng Yu woke up.

He looked sideways at the sleeping person, and after a long time he stood up reluctantly, washed up and walked towards the kitchen.

Feng Yu's sudden appearance scared Aunt Li. She asked in surprise: "Sir, do you want to drink water?"

"I want to prepare breakfast for Aning."

As soon as Feng Yu said this, Aunt Li's face was even more shocked. After reacting, she smiled and said, "This is the first time I have been in the Feng family for so many years. You are so nice to Miss Aning!"

Feng Yu smiled slightly, "I just hope she is happy."

Various ingredients were placed on the table, Feng Yu held a kitchen knife in his hand, cutting green onions like a great enemy, and Aunt Li was guiding him.

His slender fingers pressed against the green green onions, and the sunlight shone on his body through the glass window, and his unruly hair scattered on his forehead. No matter how you look at it, it looks beautiful.

But seeing the chopped green onions he cut out was a terrible sight. Feng Yu frowned and was very dissatisfied with his achievements. He waved his hand and the chopped green onions then swept the trash can and then fought again.

It was nine o'clock in the morning when he finished his work, and he stretched out his sore waist, which was a little incredible.

It was just a breakfast, and he actually spent more than three hours in the kitchen, and he was even more nervous than talking about big projects with others.
Chapter completed!