"By the way, is there a renovation next door? I felt like I heard a banging sound. When Mrs. Fu suddenly came today, she couldn't help but show a worried expression when she saw a group of renovation workers.

Her grandson lives here, and she naturally cares, what if it's too noisy and affects her baby grandson's sleep?

"It seems to be being renovated, but it's not loud, and it can't be heard in the house, so it won't affect the banquet."

Ye Wenwen knew what Mrs. Fu was worried about, the banquet was her son, if there was a quarrel next door to the banquet, she would be the first to refuse.

"And it's amazing, they have sound operations, and they do it all when the banquet is awake."

I don't know how they did it, but Ye Wenwen was very satisfied.

When Mrs. Fu heard this, her hopes were disillusioned, and she originally wanted to use this reason to take the banquet home. "That's good, I'm afraid it will affect your rest."

"No, it won't."

The two young masters of the Fu family were busy with work, and they went back every three or five times, and Mrs. Fu was lonely in the old mansion alone, and every time she came, she had dinner here and then went back, so that she could stay with the banquet for a while.

The three-month banquet was more than before, so it grew very fast, the meat was too, like a small dumpling, carved with powder, and the jade snow was cute.

Putting the feast on the bed, the little one was full of energy and moved around with a hum.

"Oh, do you want to turn over?" Mrs. Fu was amazed next to her, no wonder she was making a fuss, in fact, the last time she saw such a young child turn over was during the Fu Shaoyang period.

Twenty-seven years have passed since then!

"Probably, Aunt Zhang said that the three-month-old baby can turn over on its own." Ye Wenwen closed the computer and came to the bedside to watch the performance of the banquet baby.

The little guy tossed for a long time, sweat was dripping on his forehead, but he still didn't turn it over.

"Baby, come on, it's almost enough!" Ye Wenwen couldn't help but cheer for the banquet.

Just after the fight, the little guy cried, opening his little mouth, revealing his pink and tender gums.

Ye Wenwen wondered if it was because he couldn't turn it over, so he was wronged. "Don't cry, don't cry, we're a little man, don't cry......"

As soon as he finished speaking, the banquet plopped over, lying on the bed and humming, but stopped crying.

"Oops, the feast is so great, it's really turned over!" Mrs. Fu couldn't help but be overjoyed when she looked at the round head of the banquet, as if she was enjoying some national performance, and she was very excited.

Ye Wenwen could understand her mood, because at this time she was the same as Mrs. Fu, as if it was foreseeable that soon after, the little meat dumplings would be able to run all over the ground.

At that time, it was time for her to retire, right?

It doesn't seem to be long left.

Probably because he was too tired to learn to turn over, the banquet quickly fell asleep, and sent Mrs. Fu away, Ye Wenwen read the book for a while to prepare for going back to school.

At half past ten in the evening, go to bed on time.

She has mastered the habit of feasting, two o'clock, five o'clock, to drink milk, very regular, which also makes Ye Wenwen a lot easier.

Tonight, at one o'clock, the feast suddenly woke up and wept incessantly.

Ye Wenwen was shocked to realize that the little guy had a fever, his face was flushed, and the temperature was not low!

Her heart panicked suddenly, it happened that Aunt Zhang had something to do tonight, and Ye Wenwen didn't know what to do when she was left without a master.

"Hospital, yes, go to the hospital and see a doctor."

Finally remembering this, Ye Wenwen put on her clothes and picked up the child, but when she went out, she remembered that it was more than one o'clock in the morning.

It's not good to take a taxi, and even if she has a car, she doesn't feel at ease.

Ye Wenwen took out his mobile phone tremblingly, and after looking for a long time to find Fu Shaoyang's phone, he dialed the number, hoping that he didn't turn it off.

The phone beeped a few times and there was no response, and Ye Wenwen's heartbeat became faster and faster.

Just when she thought there was no hope, there was a sudden connection, "Ye Wenwen, is there something wrong with calling me so late?" ”

Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Wenwen's tears poured down, and he replied with a crying voice: "Fu Shaoyang, you come to Yunlin Community, Yanyan has a fever, I want to take him to the hospital." ”