Jiang Ru walked out quickly.

Zhen Ping'an rubbed her eyes and yawned when she saw her walk out the door.

At this time, he was a little sluggish to think: Did my mother guard me last night? That's why the eyes are red.

Jiang Ru was dizzy and felt that his head was heavier than his body.

[Eleven, is there a way to increase the strength of the soul?] ］

I just stayed up all night once, and I was so groggy and uncomfortable.

[The host can spend points to get rid of the weakened state.] ］

Jiang Ru asked: [Can removing the state of weakness increase the strength of my soul?] ］

[No, it can only be fixed.] Moreover, the host's current points are not enough to buy elixirs or other things that increase the strength of the soul. ］

[Forget it, this mission is almost over.] I shouldn't be doing this again in my next mission, right? Jiang Rudao.

Eleven was a little embarrassed: [Perhaps, still, maybe it will have a little bit of an impact.] ］

Jiang Ru took a deep breath, [Let's be honest, how long will it take for me to recover naturally? ］

[If you're lucky, two missions will be fine.] ］

Jiang Ru smiled reluctantly, [Bad luck!] Her tone was rather gnashing.

[Up to three missions!] Eleven hurriedly assured, [But the state will get better and better in the future, and it won't be as serious as this time.] ］

[I hope so.] ］

Jiang Ru brought corn and shrimp porridge and a dish from the kitchen, and also took a big red apple.

But Zhen Ping'an's side, he was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the flower board, looking around.

His room was newly renovated and much better than the one he had stayed in when he first arrived.

The bedroom as a whole is blue, with star lamps and moon lamps hanging on it, and the cosmic galaxy is on the flower board, and there will be a faint light after the night treatment, lying on the bed, looking up at the flower board, it is like seeing the night sky.

The bed was huge, two meters wide, and he could sleep horizontally or vertically, much better than the bunk bed he used to have to turn over, soft and big.

Next to the bed is a large shelf, which is full of all kinds of plush dolls, all of which were given by Zhen Ancheng and Jiang Ru.

Next to it, open the curtains and open the glass door, there is a balcony.

The balcony is not big, with a trellis on each side and a swing in the middle.

At the top of the trellis is pothos, which is well maintained, and the vines are long and hang on the trellises, like a green waterfall.

The pothos is full of all kinds of chubby meaty, fleshy ones, huddled together, and they are cute.

This room is two-room, close to the balcony, and there is also a study.

The study was bigger than the bedroom he used to live in, and the shelves in it were full of books, and he couldn't see books he wanted to see before.

Zhen Ping'an stroked the quilt, which was also plush and comfortable to touch.

He couldn't help but rub it a few more times.

"I'm in." Outside, Jiang Ru knocked lightly on the door.

Zhen Ping'an hurriedly put his hands down and lay down seriously.

He was lying on the bed, his eyes kept staring at the door, and when he saw Jiang Ru, he couldn't help but light up his eyes and shrank into the quilt.

"Waited, huh?" Jiang Ru asked, put the food on the bedside table on the side, and then helped Zhen Ping'an up.

After helping him up, Jiang Ru raised the temperature of the air conditioner a little more before sitting down to feed him.

She scooped the porridge with a spoon, blew it gently, and fed it to Zhen Ping'an's mouth.

Zhen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth and ate it.

The porridge was warm, sliding from his mouth into his esophagus and into his stomach, instantly activating his stomach.

The stomach begins to work on its own, making gurgling sounds.

"Mom, I'll do it myself." Zhen Ping'an.

Jiang Ru dodged his hand, "You didn't eat last night, plus you are sick, you must be weak, or I will feed you." Ahh

Zhen Ping'an saw that she insisted, but he didn't want to refuse in his heart, so he obediently let her feed.

While eating, he looked at Jiang Ru, thinking all kinds of nonsense in his heart.

I also have a mother, and it's nice to have my mother to take care of me when I'm sick.

Mom's hands are so good-looking, if only my mother was just a spare.

The porridge is slimy and not delicious at all.

Why isn't my brother here? Did you go to class?

……

His head was dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After eating the porridge, Jiang Ru put down the bowl, pulled the quilt for him, and asked, "Do you want to go to the toilet?" ”

Zhen Ping'an listened, and then he felt that his lower abdomen was distended, and his face was suddenly flushed, and his voice was like a mosquito.

"Do you want your mother to hold you?"

"No!" Zhen Ping'an hurriedly shook his head.

Then he lifted the quilt and got out of bed from the other side.

But the shoes weren't there, and he was hesitating, so Jiang Ru put the shoes on his feet.

Zhen Ping'an subconsciously moved his feet, glanced at Jiang Ru, and slipped into the toilet with red cheeks.

When he entered the toilet, he patted his face in the mirror, and suddenly thought that he had eaten without brushing his teeth, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Does my mom think I don't like to be clean?

When he went to the toilet, he sat on the toilet lid and looked at the shoes on his feet.

This is the first time someone has put shoes on me.

When he can remember, he just put on his own shoes.

The aunt in the orphanage is very busy, and it is difficult to take care of more than 20 children by herself.

It already takes a lot of time just to dress and shoe those noisy children.

He was very quiet from a young age, so his aunt would often forget about his existence, and he slowly learned to do his own thing.

Wear clothes and shoes, wash your face and brush your teeth. However, at that time, he didn't necessarily have the opportunity to brush his teeth, because there was not so much toothpaste, and sometimes his toothbrush would be snatched away and used as a toy to scrape mud and sand.

There are so few toys in the orphanage that even if there are donations from well-wishers, there will not be many.

"Hean, are you alright?" Jiang Ru asked outside.

Zhen Ping'an snapped back to his senses, "Right away." ”

He brushed his teeth and washed his face quickly, then walked out and lay down on the bed.

Jiang Ru covered him with a quilt, touched his forehead again, and touched his forehead again, "Fortunately, the fever has completely subsided." ”

Looking at Jiang Rutong's red eyes, Zhen Ping'an's heart was a little numb, and he didn't feel anything.

He shrunk into the plush quilt, revealing only half of his head, "Mom, go and rest." ”

"Mom will go to rest right away." Jiang Ru smiled, "There is a call bell next to you, if you want to eat, or if you have something else, remember to ring the bell, you know?" ”

Zhen Ping'an turned his head, not daring to meet her gentle gaze, and only nodded lightly.

Jiang Ru pulled the quilt for him again, adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner, and kissed his forehead gently, "Rest safely, mom will come to see you later." ”

Zhen Ping'an didn't expect Jiang Ru to suddenly make this move, and he was stunned.

When Jiang Ru went out, he touched his forehead stupidly.

It seems that there is still the temperature of the mother on it.