The quiet city is drifting with white snow, the weather has been getting colder and colder recently, the days are short and the nights are long in winter, and the sky gets dark exceptionally fast, perhaps because the weather is too cold, Du Zeming feels that even the pedestrians on the street are half less when he gets off work at night.

When I got home, I put the car away, and when I entered the house, I was completely rid of the cold. Du Zeming entered the living room and changed into a pair of cotton slippers, and walked naturally to the kitchen, because there was the fragrance of food, Du Zeming guessed that Lin Qingrou was cooking something inside.

Sure enough, under the soft light, Lin Qingrou was standing in front of a small pot of porridge, stirring the porridge in the pot with a spoon. Because it is an induction cooker, there is no smoke in the kitchen, and the air echoes with the sound of bubbles that change when the food boils, and the sound of gurgling rings rhythmically with Lin Qingrou's turning spoon, which belongs to the fragrance of rice lingering in the kitchen.

"Coming back?" Lin Qingrou didn't look back, but when she heard the footsteps, she also knew who was coming, it was Du Zeming's time to get off work, and it was naturally self-evident who the man standing behind her was. They've become tacit enough.

The gentle female voice sounded, like a piece of mellow and delicate warm jade gently brushing Du Zeming's heart, every man who gets off work returns home and hears such a sentence is very ironing in his heart, Du Zeming is even more so.

"Why are you still cooking now, isn't there a nanny? Let them do these things, so why bother with that god? Du Zeming came behind Lin Qingrou, took Lin Qingrou very naturally, and grabbed Lin Qingrou's hand from behind.

Du Zeming didn't want Lin Qingrou to work, he didn't want to say anything, in his heart, women just want to hurt, he married a wife, not a nanny, didn't he just want his family to live a good life when he made so much money? So they can work at home without working, and they have someone to do daily tasks such as cleaning and cooking.

Lin Qingrou knew that Du Zeming didn't like her to be too tired, but she felt that cooking was not a big deal. Looking at her own hands held by her wide hands, sometimes she wondered if her hands were too ugly, Du Zeming didn't want her wife's hands to be rougher, so she didn't touch any work, especially cooking, every time Du Zeming heard it, he would frown.

Over time, Lin Qingrou didn't cook much, Lin Qingrou was very bitter in the first half of her life, but now it's different from the past, she thinks that maybe it doesn't hurt to be pampered at all. The tactile sensation from the back of his hand tells her that the man's hand is gentle and warm, such as the other person's heart for him and his fist love.

Lin Qingrou didn't push Du Zeming away, she was used to the other party's arms, and even had a feeling of greed, to Du Zeming's question just now, Lin Qingrou explained: "The rice has been cooked, on the dining table, this is porridge cooked for Linlin." "A picture that should have been very ambiguous, but they interpreted it very warmly.

"What's wrong with Linlin?" Du Zeming let go of Lin Qingrou's hand, and under the instructions of the other party, he took out a delicate small bowl from the disinfection cabinet and handed it to the other party. Lin Qingrou had to take out a small spoonful of white rice porridge from the pot and put it in the bowl, and after it cooled a little, he took a sip of it himself.

"I have some fever, I think it was because I was too excited and tired to play last night." The child will get sick every three days, Lin Qingrou as a mother is very worried about her child's body, although the family doctor has repeatedly emphasized that the condition is not serious, but Lin Qingrou still has a worried look.

"I'll take a look." After hearing this, Du Zeming hurriedly went to the room to see his son, Du Lin is not a trivial matter when he is sick, this is their precious son after all, Du Zeming loves him very much, although a cold and fever is a minor illness, anyone will come to such a thing, but as a parent, where is there not to worry?

Lin Qingrou nodded, she was just a little too busy, at that time the nannies were gone, Du Zeming didn't like their lives, there were outsiders to disturb, so there was no one at home before getting off work every time.

Cooking can be regarded as Lin Qingrou's whim, she has been taking care of Du Lin, but when the pot boils, she has to come to the kitchen to watch the heat. I was really a little busy for a while, and it would be better if Du Zeming could help her take care of Du Lin together.

Du Zeming came to the room and gently pushed open the door, the little Du Lin was lying quietly on the bed, his cheeks were a little red, and there was a basin next to his small bed, with a few towels in it, Du Zeming guessed that this should be what Lin Qingrourou used to cool Du Lin.

Du Zeming came to the stool next to the bed and sat down, the person on the bed was very well-behaved, lying there quietly, covered with a small blanket, the patient did not sleep very well, and would whisper something from time to time. This can make Du Zeming feel distressed, but despite this, Du Zeming still does not show too many expressions, but uses actions to show concern.

"Daddy......" The little child on the bed seemed to have some telepathy with Du Zeming, and said in a daze with his eyes half-opened. The soft and glutinous voice has shouted people's hearts, and the usually energetic child is now like a wilted tomato, can it not make people feel distressed?

Du Zeming touched his son's forehead and found that it was still a little hot, so he took over his daughter-in-law's work, wrung a dry towel and put it on Du Lin's forehead. Physical cooling is indispensable for dealing with fever, and a cold towel placed on the forehead can also relieve the pain of some patients.

From time to time, Lin Qingrou came in with a bowl of millet porridge on a dinner plate. It would be better to eat something light when you have a cold, and it would also help your condition, so Lin Qingrou would cook porridge. When she came in, she saw Du Zeming changing Du Lin's wet towel, and her heart was warm.

"What did the doctor say?" Du Zeming said to Lin Qingrou while helping his son up. The porridge was served, Du Zeming woke up his son simply and rudely, Du Lin got up in a daze and leaned half of his body in his father's arms, and his mother fed him a mouthful, and he ate a bite, so obedient.

"It's not serious, it's good to take a break, and he also prescribed medicine, if the fever doesn't go away at night, take medicine." Lin Qingrou said that their attitude towards illness has always been like this, if they can take medicine, they will not take injections, and if they can take medicine, they will not take medicine.

"That's good." Du Zeming touched his son who was leaning on his arms, it seemed that because of eating hot rice porridge, Du Lin was a little sweaty, and his spirit was much better than just now. When the spirit is good, this little broken child is still coquettish, Du Zeming is a little jealous of his son, but he can only hold back.

"Go to bed, Mom and Dad are going to eat, and I'll come back to see you later." Lin Qingrou touched Du Lin's little head and said softly, Du Lin, this child is not usually so clingy, but people are the most vulnerable when they are sick.

She tossed for a long time before she put on new pajamas for Du Lin and coaxed him to sleep, Du Zeming went to the hot meal, and they haven't had dinner until now. When Lin Qingrou came to the restaurant, the food had already re-emerged hot, and the so-called hot dishes were just to put the cold dishes in the microwave to heat them up.

Du Zeming and Lin Qingrou sat facing each other, and the two of them ate silently and looked at each other without saying a word. Something unexpected happened today, Du Lin is sick, they can't talk and laugh at this time, right? Besides, nothing particularly meaningful happened today, so there was no conversation between the two of us at the dinner table.

Du Ze understood that he was busy in the company every day, and Lin Qingrou was also going to Qinxin Tearoom, after resting for so long, the first day of returning to his post was the busiest. In addition, Du Lin is sick, and the two of them have no heart for Fengyue, but there is warmth without Fengyue.

Lin Qingrou and Du Zeming are two lovers, but more often than not, the two of them accompany each other as each other's family members. Lin Qingrou went to take care of Du Lin at night, Du Zeming didn't sleep in the living room and watched TV, and when Lin Qingrou was tired, he went to replace Lin Qingrou.

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Du Lin's fever receded completely, and both of them breathed a sigh of relief when they looked at the thermometer. There are particularly unproductive TV series playing on the LCD TV, but Du Zeming needs to watch these impactful pictures to refresh himself, and now he is ready to sleep, Du Zeming also turned off the TV.

After washing, Lin Qingrou came to the sofa and saw Du Zeming alone in front of the black TV screen, so she leaned over and gave someone who seemed to be very lonely a fragrant kiss. Du Zeming also returned a light kiss from the kindness, and the next time was the time for the two of them.

"I want to send our little angel away." Du Zeming touched Lin Qing's soft hair leaning on his arms, and said after half a sound. Thinking of the situation last time Du Lin was sick, I couldn't help but think of Yu Yang again.

"Where?" Lin Qingrou closed her eyes tightly, he turned his back to Du Zeming, the expression on her face was not clear to the other party, and Du Zeming didn't know what she was thinking in her heart.

"Maldives, anyway, we will go over in the near future, let him go over and have fun first, everyone is there, let the uncles and aunts take care of him." Du Zeming said that Yu Yang may have any actions in the near future, and Du Zeming is most at ease with Du Lin, and it is a good way to let him leave Gaoyang City.

"Sounds good." Lin Qingrou said lightly and did not refuse. "You agree?" Du Zeming raised his eyebrows. He thought Lin Qingrou would question his reason for sending Du Lin?

"I believe in you, and I believe in them, it won't hurt Linlin, right?" Lin Qingrou rolled her eyes. Lin Qingrou could feel that Du Zeming was hiding something from her, but she finally decided to believe Du Zeming, they had been together for so long, and there was still a tacit understanding at this point.

The snow was still drifting outside the window, but it would stop the next day.