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Hearing his daughter's voice, Yang Yilin turned his attention to his daughter on the hospital bed.

"Honey, are you all right? Do you still have a stomachache? Is it better? "

The little girl on her face blinked at him innocently, and her voice was soft and sweet, "well, there's a little bit more."

When the attending doctor heard the little girl say that there was still a little pain, he immediately began to tell him: "the digestive system of children is not better than that of our adults. In the future, we must not give children food indiscriminately, you know? Those snacks are not conducive to digestion, once caused by gastroenteritis, the consequences are very serious

Yang Yilin was taught a lesson, but he was not angry at all. What the doctor said was right. He almost made a big mistake today. He should be criticized. Today, it's good that the child is OK. He has been worried in the corridor just now, thinking about how he should open his mouth to sun Zhenzhen if there is something wrong with his daughter.

"Doctor, is the child busy now? She said it hurt a little bit Yang Yilin couldn't be anxious. He looked at the attending doctor eagerly and waited for her answer.

Seeing his anxious appearance, the attending doctor knew that he was an inexperienced novice father. He gave him a gentle smile and said helplessly, "we'll have a massage. After we go back, we'll drink more water for the child."

Yang Yilin nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, OK, thank you doctor."

"You're welcome. After that, you must not give your child food in disorder. The child is miserable and the parents are distressed. Why should we

"Well, well, I'll remember next time." After a few words of greeting with the attending doctor, he immediately pulled song Qingyun, who was squatting in front of his daughter's bed, and replaced him with a smiling squat there, all kinds of cold problems.

Song Qingyun was amused by his childish behavior. He gave him a bad look and said coldly, "it's very late. Let the child live today. I'll leave the hospital tomorrow morning."

Yang Yilin raised his wrist and looked at the time on his watch. It was more than 11 o'clock in the night. It was really late. He couldn't adapt to tossing around with his children.

"OK, you can see the arrangement." Since his daughter calls him a godfather, he can't call him a godfather in vain, can he.

Song Qingyun's face was even more ugly, glanced at him and walked out in a huff.

When he came back, he not only had a lot of information about the hospital procedures, but also brought two snacks, one was millet porridge for jasmine to warm his stomach, and the other was Wonton Soup for him.

Although his face is very smelly, but for the sake of bringing him and his daughter a snack, forgive him.

He carried a wonton to eat with relish, careful song Qingyun picked up the small jasmine on the hospital bed, and fed the little girl millet porridge with special tenderness. While feeding, he patiently asked, "is it hot?"

The little girl stares at him naively and romantically, "it's not hot, godfather is so intimate."

Yang Yilin was so excited by his godfather's kindness that he immediately put down the half eaten wonton in his hand and walked directly to the hospital bed. He did not snatch the lunch box of millet porridge directly from Song Qingyun's hand, and said bitterly, "I'll come!"

Song Qingyun was startled by him, frowned and looked at his vinegar jar overturned. He made room for him with a speechless face.

Yang Yilin sat down in Song Qingyun's original position and put on a flattering smile, "Molly, daddy, feed you, ah, open your mouth."

The little girl face to the other side don't open, angry mumble A: "childish!"

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