Sumi brought boiling water to her mother, cooled it in a cup on one side, was about to sleep, her mobile phone lit up and entered a caller.
It's a strange number.
Su Mi hurried out of the room and picked it up: "hello."
"Su MI, go back to Chu's manor. Come to the door of the hospital. The car is waiting for you. " In Chu Zhuohang's voice, there was an indisputable tone of command.
Thinking of the disgust in his eyes and the tone at the moment, Su MI was also a little angry: "no, I have to take care of my mother, not to mention sleeping. Let's talk about something tomorrow. "
"Su Mi! I'll pick you up myself. " Chu Zhuohang's voice brought a trace of fatigue and helplessness.
Even so, Sumi didn't intend to obey his orders.
He has his young master's temper, and she also has her own little pride.
Since it was annoying, she avoided it.
"That's it, I'll hang up first..." Su MI was about to hang up the phone. A thin cry came from the phone. It sounded pathetic and weak.
As soon as I heard it, it was the hoarse voice that had cried for a long time, and it was still the little milk voice she was thinking about.
Su Mi's heart was suddenly pulled up: "young master, is the young master crying?"
"The door of the hospital." Chu Zhuohang is concise and comprehensive.
"I'll be right there!" Without much thought, Su Mi hurried out.
Chu Zhuohang couldn't help being silent, so he spent a lot of time talking and couldn't compare with his son's little cry?
Before he was silent for too long, Su Mi rushed over, opened the door and sat up.
In the faint light, she saw at once that Xiao Chen, who was already crying weakly, was leaning on Chu Zhuohang. His eyes and nose were red and looked very sad.
"What's the matter?" Su Mi asked painfully.
Hearing Su Mi's voice, Xiaochen cried and groaned. He couldn't open his eyes and brushed the ground. He opened his eyes like electricity. He opened his arms and climbed directly onto Su MI.
Feeling the little thing's soft dependence, Su Mi quickly hugged him. "Baby, suffer, good, kiss, hug, tears run away."
Suffering? Chu Zhuohang's eyes flashed. His son followed him. Did he suffer?
"Why is it so hot, young master? Is it a fever? "
"Long tooth period, Dr. Fang said it was normal. But not without good care. "
Su Mi asked, "have you taken the medicine?"
"Half eaten and half vomited." Chu Zhuohang has tried his best, and the other half can't be fed into Xiaochen's mouth.
He glanced down at his son. The smelly boy was good. He was still noisy just now. Now he leaned against Su MI and was quiet. He was as clever as if he didn't do those things just now.
"It's hard for children to get sick, and they don't fully express themselves. Some small emotions are also normal." Su Mi understood very well and patted Xiaochen on the head.
In his heart, Xiaochen felt that Mimi was right. He was so uncomfortable, but no one knew what he wanted.
He doesn't want to eat bitter medicine. He just wants to drink sweet milk soaked in honey.
"Take care of him in the evening." Chu Zhuohang said.
Aware that his tone was full of orders, not begging, he slowed down a little, "if you have any conditions, just mention it."
Su Mi immediately replied, "of course!"