When this kid is sleeping, he is like a treasure.

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Early the next morning.

"Ah sneeze."

"Ah sneeze."

The two of them caught a cold together.

Zhuo Jian stood in front of the sofa, looking at the father and son who were sneezing while drinking cold medicine and couldn't help asking: "So why are you sleeping on the sofa?"

Chengcheng didn't know the reason, but because Dad was here, he fell asleep for some reason, so he looked at Fu Yanye.

Dad is responsible for the explanation.

"Then I felt sleepy and didn't want to move."

Fu Yanye gave an explanation very calmly.

"Too sleepy and unwilling to move? You seem very proud? Didn't you see that your son has a cold?"

"Fortunately, I don't have a fever, just take some medicine and it will be fine."

Fu Yanye said and glanced at Chengcheng again.

"Daddy is right."

Chengcheng nodded and agreed with his father's words, and felt that what his father said made sense.

Zhuo Jian felt dizzy with anger and sat next to him, "Do you still want him to have a fever?"

"Do you only care about your son and not your husband?"

Fu Yanye was a little dissatisfied.

From the moment she came in until now, she didn't ask him if he was okay, and she only blamed him for not taking good care of his son.

"Oh, really, I find that Mr. Fu is so naive now. Why should I care about you? You are already in your thirties, and you are still a bastard."

I don't care about the aunt carrying fruits from her house to here, just say.

"Dad, you better stop talking. Mommy is still angry with you."

Orange's soft and sweet voice reminded Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye frowned, sighed unconsciously, put down the cup, and nodded: "Okay, shut up, it's all my fault."

Zhuo Jian saw that he suddenly lay down again, and the sun shone a little on his face, which didn't look good.

"Daddy, do you want to sleep again?"

Chengcheng turned to look at him and expressed concern.

"Um."

Fu Yanye reluctantly agreed and used his arm to press his dry and burning eyes.

Chengcheng drank the cold medicine, then moved to Fu Yanye, stretched out her soft little hands to touch his head, and then suddenly buried her hands in her arms, "Ah, Dad's head is so hot."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled as she looked at Chengcheng's exaggerated appearance.

Chengcheng then touched her forehead again, then turned to look at Zhuo Jian, "Mommy, what should I do if daddy has a fever?"

"Didn't he drink medicine just now? Come here, don't get infected by him."

Zhuo Jian greeted his son.

"Oh, then we don't care about daddy's competition?"

"He is an adult and can take care of himself. Let's leave."

Zhuo Jian held Chengcheng's hand and took Chengcheng away.

Not long after, the doorknob was closed with a click, and Fu Yanye turned to face the sofa, feeling a splitting headache.

He is an adult, so he doesn’t need to be taken care of?

"Master, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Auntie asked worriedly.

"Need not."

I don't know why, but my voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Then, call me if you need anything."

Seeing that he didn't want to be disturbed, the aunt also left.

Fu Yanye covered his head with a blanket. He really didn't want to see anyone now.

That woman really didn't care about him at all from beginning to end.

Every time I look at him, I feel critical.
Chapter completed!