Chapter 1131

"Numbness." The little girl in Yang Yilin's arms saw her and gave her a feeble cry.

Sun Zhenzhen walked over with a smile and touched her daughter's head. "How is it? Is it better?"

"Well!" The little girl's face is not as red as before, but she still has no strength to speak and her voice is mute.

"Molly, I'll be fine after losing this bottle of liquid. When you're well, you can go to school with brother Xingxing."

My daughter wants to go to a school with Xiaoxing. Yang Yilin specially sent someone to contact her. All the formalities have been completed. It's just waiting for the school to start.

This is what Mu Qiqi told her on the phone just now. Yang Yilin's guy works in a dull voice, but he didn't tell her any news.

Hearing sun Zhenzhen's words, Yang Yilin opened his mouth, "do you know that?"

Sun Zhenzhen hears the sound and raises his head. Two eyes are opposite. Only they know what kind of emotions are contained in the eyes.

After a deep look at him, Sun Zhen didn't speak. He continued to calm his daughter with his eyes down. "Molly, lie down first, and call you after a bit of numbness."

"Good." Licking her dry lips, the little girl was fighting up and down her eyelids. Supported by Yang Yilin, she lay down gently.

The two men kept watching until their daughter fell asleep, and sun Zhenzhen turned his attention to Yang Yilin.

"It's late. Go back and have a rest. I'll accompany Molly here."

"How can I do that? If you want to go back, you will go back. " Yang Yilin glanced at her, and his tone was a little blunt. Who did he look like?

Sun Zhenzhen opens his mouth and wants to say something more. Yang Yilin interrupts her. "Well, don't tell me. I won't leave. I'm the father of the child. I have the responsibility to take care of her!"

Sun Zhenzhen raised his eyes, which were shocked. How could this person react so much? She just felt that her daughter's fever had gone, and it was too wasteful for both of them to stay here.

Sun Zhen really didn't bother to talk nonsense with him. He touched his daughter's forehead, tucked in the corner, and looked at her so quietly.

Sitting on one side, Yang Yilin quietly got up and walked out of the ward. When he came back, he had a delicious chicken congee in his hand.

"Eat something. Don't make your daughter ill. You're down." Sun Zhenzhen was deeply moved when she opened the lunch box in front of her.

When a person is taking a child abroad, it is not twice. Even several times, her daughter has a fever in the middle of the night. She can't even get a car by the road alone holding her daughter.

She is one of countless hard days and nights, and seems to have been used to it. Now suddenly someone handed her a bowl of hot porridge, let alone her heart, even her eyes are hot.

"Eat quickly. Don't be surprised."

Yang Yilin never saw sun Zhenzhen's expression. For a while, she was not sure what she was thinking. She took a spoon to her in a panic.

Sun Zhenzhen didn't speak, silently took the spoon in his hand, stirred it gently, and his heart also turned.

"Eat."

Seeing her loss of soul, Yang thought she was worried about her daughter's inability to eat, so she grabbed the spoon and said, "open your mouth!"

Sun Zhenzhen was startled by his action. He stared at the spoon he stretched out and looked again. Finally, he chose to open his mouth silently.

It's the first time she's grown up that she's been fed something, and this person is the one she's always hated.