Chapter 1132

A bowl of porridge, there is not a drop left for sun Zhenzhen to drink.

Yang Yilin grinned happily, "that's great!"

Sun Zhenzhen's corner of the eye is smoking, which is to coax her as a child?

"Then what, you go to that bed to rest, and I'll watch over my daughter." Yang Yilin threw in the garbage and arranged to stay with the bed this evening.

Sun Zhenzhen sipped his lips. "You'd better go home. I can do it myself."

"Sun Zhenzhen!" Yang Yilin approached, holding her shoulder with both hands, a pair of deep peach blossom eyes filled with anger, and looked at her straightly.

"I'll say for the last time, I'm the father of the child, and I have the responsibility to take care of her, including you!"

Sun Zhenzhen looked at him with full confidence and smiled softly.

"You, what are you laughing at?" Yang Yilin was confused.

She laughs at his childishness. Who does he think he is? What kind of identity and qualification does he take care of her?

"I'm tired. I'm asleep. This bottle of liquid is over. You remember to call a nurse."

Inexplicably sad, sun Zhenzhen didn't want to pester him with these boring problems, turned around and walked to the next single bed, pulled the quilt over his head.

Looking at Sun Zhenzhen's lonely back, Yang Yilin's innocent face. Is that wrong?

No matter why Sun Zhenzhen is suddenly unhappy, he decides to take good care of their mother and daughter every day and make them happy every day.

He crept to the bed, pulled down the quilt that sun Zhenzhen covered his head, and then tucked in the corner for her, so that he went back to his daughter's bed and stared at the liquid in the bottle without blinking.

······Sun Zhenzhen woke up the next morning.

She didn't expect to sleep so well in the hospital ward.

She kneaded her eyebrows and her hair. She sat up from the bed and saw Yang Yilin sleeping beside her daughter's hospital bed.

His back is broad and strong, which seems to have changed a lot from three years ago.

What seems to have changed is not only the strength of his body, but also his heart to his daughter.

She took a deep breath, she pursed her lips, if he could keep it like this, she... Br >

"well, you're awake?"

Yang Yilin, who sat up dazzled, interrupted her thoughts.

She reached for her hair and smiled. "Well, how's your daughter?"

"The fever is gone." Yang Yilin reached out and tried the temperature on Molly's forehead. He whispered to sun Zhenzhen, "so, look at your daughter and I'll buy you some food."

Then he got up and went out.

"Don't go. It's dawn now. You can easily be recognized. Let's wait for the doctor to see Molly. If she's OK, let's go home and have breakfast."

In her heart, it seemed that she took his house more and more as a home and a harbor to keep out the wind and rain.

Yang Yilin was stunned for a while, then he smiled happily. "OK, I'll go to the doctor now."

Yang Yilin pulls song Qingyun here, and asks him to show Molly something is still OK. If he is OK, he will be discharged immediately.

Sun Zhenzhen's attitude towards him seems to have changed a lot. He must strike while the iron is hot and "take them down" at one stroke.

"The child is all right. Go back and drink more water. These days, he can eat more light and recover his physical strength quickly." Song Qingyun said to the two of them with a smile after helping Jasmine finish the inspection.

"Thank you brother Yun, then we'll be out of the hospital. I really don't want to stay in such a place for a minute or a second." Yang Yilin is careless.

"Wait, I have something to tell you... B