When Zhuang Xiaoyan heard the news, he didn't react for a while, and when he reacted, his face was bloodless, and he repeated, "Lan Fuki? Why is it anchoviculitis? He's always been so healthy, 'well-......'"

"It's useless for you to be anxious now, Yanyan, I'm telling you to be mentally prepared, tomorrow's earliest plane, we will go back immediately." Chu Mochen had already expected her to react like this, twisted his brows, poured a glass of water, and handed it to her, "Drink some water and calm down." ”

Zhuang Xiaoyan shook her head, her throat was dry, but she didn't want to drink water at all. Yesterday I had a small cold, and now I am in the bed.

Zhuang Xiaoyan's heart was uncomfortable, his fingers were tightly gripping the sofa, and he asked Chu Mochen in a whisper, "My son will be fine." I don't know if it's to comfort Chu Mochen or myself.

Chu Mochen's eyes slipped with worry, "Yanyan, let me tell you, I just don't want you to worry about your son." You look at the way you look now, how can people be reassured? ”

Zhuang Xiaoyan raised his head and looked at Chu Mochen quietly for a while, took a deep breath, and suppressed the trembling of his body, "I'm fine, just let me calm down." ”

As she spoke, she got up from the couch and tried to find something for herself to do, and she would be cranky all the time sitting there.

Taking the clothes of the two, she squatted on the carpet and began to fold the clothes, one by one folded with sharp edges and corners, and when she finished folding, she stood up and fell back to the ground with her body heavy.

The moment Chu Mochen stretched out his hand to support her, Zhuang Xiaoyan wanted to let go of his hand, but he held down his hands and feet, "If you are uncomfortable, just cry." ”

"I don't cry! My son will be fine. Zhuang Xiaoyan bit his lower lip and said.

"Wait a minute, I'll arrange a flight now." Chu Mochen sighed, and immediately turned around to get his mobile phone, Chu Mochen looked at him on the phone, and his heart was very sour.

She knew that she was acting very badly, but she couldn't help it, as long as she thought of her son's accident, her brain couldn't calm down.

Chu Mochen called, walked back and told her: "At eleven o'clock tonight, drink some cow's milk', now that she has raised enough 'spirit' spirit, she will have 'spirit' to accompany her when she goes back." ”

forced her to drink a cup of cow's milk' Chu Mochen let Zhuang Xiaoyan lie on the 'bed' to rest, and the cold arc of the corners of her face and mouth became bigger and bigger.

After thinking about it for a long time, the thin 'lips' pursed into an arc, and the faint 'look' was filled with a bit of seriousness and sleepiness. Hearing Zhuang Xiaoyan beside him whispering in his dream, he stretched out his hand and patted it, and then looked at her face.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhuang Xiaoyan woke up from his dream, opened his eyes, and saw Chu Mochen sitting beside him, and his nervous mood eased a little. "What time is it?"

"It's nine o'clock." Chu Mochen was wearing very formal clothes, and his blue shirt was a little sharp under the illumination of the light, "It's not too late to sleep for a while." ”

"I can't sleep, I can't sleep." Zhuang Xiaoyan lifted the quilt and got up, her back was soaked with sweat, she originally wanted to take a bath, but after thinking about it, she still said to Chu Mochen, "It's me who is not good, I make you worried, just this time." ”

She would slowly grow stronger and never let him worry anymore.

"You're my wife, don't worry about who you're worried about? Chu Mochen's tone couldn't hear the anger, it was very light and light, but it made people feel warm.

Zhuang Xiaoyan turned around and walked towards the bathroom, his eyes slightly moistened with his back to Chu Mochen.

After cleaning up a little, at exactly ten o'clock, Zhuang Xiaoyan and Chu Mochen took a car to the airport, and at eleven o'clock in the evening, it was almost twelve o'clock, and the two got on the plane back to S City.

When I arrived in S City, it was already the next morning, the roar of the plane slipped through the first rays of sunlight in the morning, Zhuang Xiaoyan walked out of the cabin, and a lot of dark clouds accumulated in the sky, blocking half of the sun's rays.

It's about an hour away from S City, and you have to continue to transfer to domestic flights.

After tossing for nearly twelve hours, Zhuang Xiaoyan looked at the familiar City A, and his mood was completely different from when he left. When she left, she was full of expectations, but now she returns, but she is full of sorrow.

The driver of the Chu family came to pick up the two, so they didn't know. The driver was very happy to see the two and said congratulations.

Zhuang Xiaoyan didn't say much, nodded and said thank you, and leaned on the car window tiredly.

"Don't worry." Chu Mochen said lightly.

Zhuang Xiaoyan shook Chu Mochen's hand.

The black Mercedes-Benz stopped on the side of the road at the entrance of the hospital, and after the two opened the car, the driver went to park.

got out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew, blowing a pain in the brain, Zhuang Xiaoyan felt that his temples were beating.

"Be careful." Chu Mochen suddenly spoke, grabbed Zhuang Xiaoyan, who was about to fall, and frowned more and more.

Zhuang Xiaoyan reacted, looked down and noticed that there was a concave place under her feet, if Chu Mochen hadn't helped her in time, she would have fallen long ago.

Chu Mochen didn't blame her and continued to walk forward. The closer she got to the ward, the more nervous Zhuang Xiaoyan became, she was afraid of seeing her son lying on the 'bed' and looking lifeless.