It turned out that this child looked like him? The little figure of the child in the distance and the small curly hair that he felt very familiar to him, and Mu Jingnan narrowed his eyes.

Chu Qingman, who brought the bowl to his daughter, turned around and saw him standing, saying, "Have you eaten? Eat quickly, I'm here, don't put the porridge on it, it's not delicious."

Hearing her words, Sister Lan scooped out a bowl of porridge and handed it to the boss.

After taking it, I don’t know how it tasted, Mu Jingnan tasted it first with the bowl. The taste must be excellent. He tasted the fried noodles she made at noon, but no one didn’t like it. But the taste was not only good, but when he ate the tip of his tongue, he felt like the cheese and mushroom soup he made himself, as if there was some memory left.

After sneaking up the stairs to the second floor, Grandma Mu secretly looked at her grandson's room not far from the door. Seeing Nuannuan's child feeding her grandson from afar, Grandma Mu's heart thumped again, and she felt uncomfortable when she touched her heart: It's all because Alan, since she said that strange thing, Grandma Mu was hard to hate this child any more.

"Brother has finished eating." Looking at the empty bowl that my mother was holding, Nuannuan happily patted her hands to encourage her.

The little rabbit was so happy? Mu Suye couldn't help but grin, and was weak and soon lay back on the bed.

"Okay, don't bother brother to rest. Brother needs to sleep, so that you can get better quickly." Chu Qingman grabbed his jumping daughter, walked up to Mu Suye's head, pulled the quilt, and touched the child's forehead after pulling the quilt.

When touched by the big rabbit's hand, Mu Suye felt like he was dreaming. In the dream, it seemed that the big rabbit's Momo had already touched his head for a long time ago.

"He has a fever a bit like my son's fever." Chu Qingman muttered.

When Grandma Mu heard her voice, she was so scared that she turned around and walked down the stairs to hide.

"Like your son?" Mu Jingnan walked behind her and raised an eyebrow.

"I mean. My son also had a fever, and his throat was sore and hoarse. My husband said that my son had tonsillitis frequently. Sometimes when he was nervous, it was a problem of the child's immunity in the growth period." Chu Qingman recalled the past. Although those things were painful to recall, if they could help the child in front of him, she would do it no matter what. "My husband said, I want to take medicine. Did he take medicine?"

"I ate it. And you're right. He's a tonsil problem."

Did she guess correctly? When she turned around, she suddenly realized that he was close to him when she met his eyes. Chu Qingman couldn't help but take two steps back, and put his hand on the bedside table: "You--" and she pushed his shoulder with the other hand.

Mu Jingnan's gaze swept down, and his son couldn't see it while sleeping, but there was a small pudding between them. He looked at his uncle and mother with warm little eyes, blinking like a small star in the sky.

"Uncle, can you go and read the book?" He picked up the little rabbit Nuannuan, the child, and Mu Jingnan walked out.

Seeing him suddenly going out, Chu Qingman stood there, and later remembered that he had kidnapped her daughter. But it didn't matter, he left his son in front of her.

Well, my daughter must touch her brother here and disturb her sick little brother's sleep.

After moving a chair over and sitting down, Chu Qingman looked at the basin of water on the bedside table and reached in to touch the water temperature.

"Maybe it's a little cold, I'll get some hot water." Sister Lan saw it and said, walking downstairs to bring the thermos bottle up.

Chu Qingman took a dry towel and wiped Mu Suye's face and palms. He touched the child's palms and felt that the heat was slowly fading away.

By the way, she asked him what medicine her child took just now, but he didn't answer. She turned to see the medicine box on the bedside table, and she reached out to take a look: Amoxicillin. It may be the same medicine for the same disease. The medicine he prescribed for his son was exactly the same as what her husband prescribed for her son. "Mom." Mu Suye opened his mouth.

Chu Qingman's heart felt sore, and inexplicably felt pain. He stretched out his hand and hugged the child.

Sister Lan, who came in with a thermos bottle upstairs, stepped out unconsciously when she saw this scene.

Next door is my brother's piano practice room. Nuannuan was carried in by her uncle, and the little pacifier said, "I've been here."

"Uncle knows you've been here." Mu Jingnan hugged him, and he was reluctant to put down this little pudding. So many boys, including his son, like Xiao Nuannuan because this child smiled like the most heartwarming strawberry cake in the world.

If his son's music can conquer the world, then Xiao Nuannuan can warm the world even if she has a smile.

"You said how could your mother raise you so well?"

What did the uncle say? Nuannuan's little eyes turned to look at the uncle's handsome face as handsome as his brother.

When she noticed that she was talking to herself in front of the child, Mu Jingnan couldn't help laughing. She had to admit that she was very good at taking care of the child and was a good mother. "Come on, uncle, take a book and tell you a story. What kind of story do you like, tell the uncle." He came to the bookcase with the child in front of the bookcase, and Mu Jingnan asked the child to choose by himself.

"What books do brother like?" Nuannuan asked. He came to his brother's piano practice room twice and was only concerned about playing the piano with his brother. He really didn't notice the big bookcase here. He scanned his little eyes and found that there were many books on his brother's books on the bookcase. Nuannuan looked a little confused. However, Nuannuan knew what his brother liked, and Nuannuan must like what he must like.

"You like whatever your brother likes, right?" Mu Jingnan gently wiped his warm little face. To be honest, he was a little jealous of his son. He could understand her depressed feeling when her mother heard these words. Because, the child obviously followed his son wholeheartedly.

Facing an uncle who was the same as his brother, Nuannuan honestly and honestly pointed her chin: Yes!

Mu Jingnan laughed softly, for fear of laughter that the child would be scared.

He pulled down one of the fairy tale books called Magic Bi Ma Liang from the bookcase, sat on one chair with a child on his knee, and opened the illustration book.

Nuannuan's little fingers passed, stroked the beautiful illustrations in the book, and said, "Aunt Gu."

"Aunt Gu?"

“Aunt Gu can draw.”

Oh. It seems that this child has many best friends.

"How many aunts do you have, Nuannuan?" Mu Jingnan asked intentionally or unintentionally.

Unconsciously, Uncannuan scratched his small curly hair with his fingers and thought: "One, two, three, four, five..."

Is this kid learning numbers?

He is only three and a half years old, so he can't make things difficult. Mu Jingnan said: "Uncle understands."
Chapter completed!