Counterattack 1988

Chapter 1202
Wang Lin and Zhou Porridge hugged Xiaomi, talked with each other and walked back, not noticing Li Wenxiu's car passing by on the street.

When the car drove a little further, Li Wenxiu turned around and glanced at Wang Lin.

Fortunately, Wang Lin was hugging Xiaomi all the time, and he and Zhou Porridge just walked side by side without making any intimacy.

Chen Ling asked, "Sister Wenxiu, why don't you go to Mr. Wang?"

Li Wenxiu said: "He is a busy man, he is probably discussing some work matters with Zhou Congee. I disturbed them when I went there. We stayed at the beauty shop for too long today, and Wenwen has already been picked up by Sister Xu If we go home, they must wait until we go home to eat, so let’s go home first.”

She didn't have to explain so much.

But she still rambled on so much, it seemed that she was talking to Chen Ling, and she seemed to be talking to herself.

Chen Ling was a simple woman, she didn't think too much, and said with a smile: "Sister Wenxiu, were Mr. Wang and Sister Zhou eating just now? I think they came out of a restaurant."

"Yeah!" Li Wenxiu said, "Zhou Congee lives near here, so it's normal for them to come here to eat."

She couldn't help but turned her head to look at Wang Lin.

However, the crowd was vast, and Wang Lin had long since disappeared.

arrive home.

Li Wenxiu changed her shoes at the door and walked in.

Sure enough, Xu Ying and Chen Li had prepared dinner and were waiting for her to come back.

"Where's Xiaowen?" Li Wenxiu asked Xu Ying.

"He was playing with toys here just now, and he said he was going to ride a horse tomorrow! He said he missed Xiao Hei."

Xiao Hei is a foal fed by Wang Lin for his son. It has a black body, shiny coat, broad hooves, and is full of energy. It is an excellent black horse.

Wang Wen goes to the racecourse to watch Xiao Hei every weekend.

The horse trainer told Wang Lin that when Wang Wen was young, he had a lot of contact with Xiao Hei and became friends, and the tacit understanding between the two became even higher when they grew up.

"Oh, tomorrow is Sunday." Li Wenxiu said with a smile, "Then take him to ride a horse tomorrow."

She walked towards the bedroom, shouting as she walked, "Wenwen? Wenwen?"

When I came to the bedroom, I saw my son lying motionless on the bed, with no quilt covered, his clothes lifted up, exposing his waist and back.

Li Wenxiu felt extremely heartbroken, and quickly approached her son, patted his back gently: "Wenwen, you can't sleep like this, you will catch a cold. Wenwen? Are you really asleep? Didn't you sleep in the kindergarten? "

She picked up her son, touched his forehead subconsciously, and then ouched: "It's so hot! Sister Xu! Sister Xu!"

Xu Ying heard shouts in the living room outside, and hurried over: "Wenxiu, what's the matter?"

"Get the thermometer! Wenwen seems to have a fever."

"Ouch! What's the matter? When I picked him up, he was all right, lively and lovely!"

"Don't worry about it, take your temperature first."

Xu Ying brought the thermometer.

Li Wenxiu held her son in her arms, put the thermometer under his armpit, and hugged his arm tightly.

Xu Yingdao: "It must have caught a cold in the kindergarten. When I picked him up today, I saw several children coughing badly! This is influenza!"

Li Wenxiu put her face on her son's forehead with heartache, feeling the scalding heat: "Oh, I must have a fever, do you have any antipyretics at home?"

Xu Yingdao: "No, Wenwen has never had a fever. The antipyretics I prepared at home were all expired and thrown away. I'll go buy some."

Li Wenxiu said: "Check the temperature first. If the fever is severe, take him to the hospital."

After a few minutes, Li Wenxiu took out the thermometer and handed it to Xu Ying.

Xu Ying looked at the mercury pillar carefully with squinted eyes, and said, "38.9 degrees! This is a high fever."

"Hurry up to the hospital." Li Wenxiu picked up her son and walked out without the slightest hesitation.

Xu Yingdao: "Call Wang Lin?"

Li Wenxiu thought of the backs of Wang Lin and Zhou Porridge, and hummed: "You call, hurry up!"

Xu Ying let out a hey, walked out of the living room quickly, and beat Wang Lin's eldest brother.

Wang Lin and Zhou Porridge came out to eat, but they didn't bring their briefcases or their mobile phones. After eating, they walked slowly along the river, not in a hurry to go home.

As for Zhou Porridge's family, there is no nanny now.

Therefore, when Xu Ying called Wang Lin, no one answered.

Xu Ying called twice in a row, but seeing that there was still no one answering, she called Wang Lin's pager and left a message: Wen Wen has a fever, please return quickly.

Wang Lin's pager was also replaced by Han Xian's.

Messages like this can be seen directly.

After Xu Ying finished making the phone call, she hurried downstairs to follow Li Wenxiu.

Li Wenxiu asked: "What did Wang Lin say? Are you coming back?"

"No one answered his phone, so I left a message for him." Xu Ying said.

Li Wenxiu said, "Let's go to the hospital first."

They haven't moved yet, so it's very convenient to go to the factory hospital.

Let's say that Wang Lin heard the beeping machine, took it off from his waist, looked at it, was startled, and said, "Wenwen is sick!"

Zhou Congee said, "What happened?"

"Fever."

"Oh, that's okay. It's very common for children to have a fever. Just take some medicine and it'll be fine. Xiaomi used to have a fever too, and every time he took medicine for a while, he'll be fine."

Wang Lin originally wanted to talk about going back, but after hearing what Zhou Porridge said, he was not in a hurry to go home. On the one hand, it seemed that he valued his son too much, and on the other hand, it seemed that he had neglected his daughter's company too much.

Zhou Congee said, "Are you going home?"

Wang Lin coughed lightly, and said tentatively, "Let's go back and talk about it first!"

Zhou Porridge frowned slightly, and she really showed a hint of displeasure.

"Isn't it just a fever? Who hasn't had a fever? When Xiaomi had a fever before, I never alarmed you. Xiaomi is also your child! Don't you think so? You have a nanny, bodyguards, people There are so many! Do you need to hurry back? You are not a doctor, and you won’t be able to help you when you go back.”

Wang Lin said with an embarrassed smile: "That's what it says - that's fine, I won't go back."

Zhou Porridge said quietly: "Aren't you going back? Don't say I stopped you from going back! If you argue with her in the future, don't say it's my fault."

Wang Lin was sweating in his palms, it was all right now, he couldn't go back, and he offended Zhou Congee.

He shut his mouth sensibly.

Zhou Congee didn't have the mood to go shopping anymore, and said, "Let's go home!"

Silently returning home, Zhou Porridge took Xiaomi from Wang Lin, took her to sit on the sofa, took a doodle book and taught her daughter how to draw.

Wang Lin said, "Why don't you teach Xiaomi how to play the piano?"

"Don't worry about playing the piano. Anyway, I will teach her. She learns very quickly. I want her to learn more interesting courses. By the way, don't you know how to design? Design is also drawing, so you can teach Xiaomi how to draw!" "

"It's just graffiti, she doesn't need to teach it, she will just know it."

"I see you taught your son to be very patient! He said he wanted to ride a horse, and you immediately built him a horse farm! I thought you would build an art gallery for Xiaomi!"

Wang Lin smiled awkwardly: "When she grows up and becomes a painter, I can fund an art museum for her. I have already thought of the name, and it will be called Zhou Xiaomi Art Museum."

Zhou Porridge smiled and said, "Then you set up an art school for her first, and invite a few more art teachers to teach her."

"That depends on whether she is really interested. Let's not do things that backfire."

"Do you see how well she draws? This horizontal and vertical, the painting is straight."

Wang Lin sat down, looked at his daughter's drawing, and said with a smile, "It's true, she has talent!"

He watched Xiaomi draw, and became interested, picked up a crayon, and started to draw next to him: "Xiaomi, dad will teach you how to draw?"

"Okay!" Xiaomi agreed crisply, "Dad draw a sun."

Wang Lin then drew a sun.

The sun looks simple, but it is very difficult to circle the sun.

Xiaomi learned to draw circles, and after several times in a row, he didn't look good.

Wang Lindao: "Xiaomi, you need to practice more. Leonardo Da Vinci learned to draw eggs, and he continued to draw for several years. The sketch paper he drew was taller than his people, and this laid a solid foundation."

How did Zhou Xiaomi understand this?She just kept drawing circles.

After all, children's patience is limited. After drawing a few circles, they don't want to draw anymore. They drop the crayons and run away.

Wang Lin said with a smile: "Look at her, how can she have the patience to learn to draw? She is just drawing for fun now. When she is really interested, I will teach her again!"

Zhou Porridge gave him a blank look: "I think you are absent-minded, right? Are you thinking about family matters?"

Wang Lindao: "I don't think about family matters! Don't mess with me."

"Hmph! Have you, you know it in your heart! Anyway, I'm going to say this today, you are not allowed to go home! You promised me first that you would stay here with me!"

"..."

Wang Lin looked at the time and said, "I'm not going home, shall I call the head office?"

"Yes!" Zhou Congee was not an unreasonable person, nodded and said, "Don't leave!"

Wang Lin called home.

Chen Li answered the phone at home and told Wang Lin that Sister Wenxiu had sent Wenwen to the hospital.

Wang Lin asked: "Wen Wen has a fever, how high is it?"

Chen Li said: "It seems to be almost 39 degrees! Wenwen has been in a coma, and sister Wenxiu is crying! Mr. Wang, when are you coming back?"

Wang Lin was worried, but he couldn't answer.

"I see, goodbye!" Wang Lin said before hanging up the phone.

He called Li Wenxiu's eldest brother again.

But Li Wenxiu and the others were in a hurry to go out, and the eldest brother didn't take them away, so the person who answered the phone was still Chen Li.

Wang Lin hung up the phone, feeling a little nervous for no reason.

Because Chen Li just said that Wenwen was in a coma, and that Li Wenxiu was crying, these two words shocked him greatly!

It is said that when the son is born, if the father is watching, the relationship between the father and son will be particularly deep.

When Wang Wen was born, Wang Lin was beside him, and he was the first person to hold his son.

Not to mention, the relationship between him and his son is indeed very deep!

Now that I heard that my son might be seriously ill, I couldn't help being frightened, mainly because I was afraid that my son would burn out his brain!

"Oh," Wang Lin glanced at Zhou Porridge, rubbed his hands together and said, "Wenwen has a high fever, 39 degrees! I'm unconscious! Wenxiu is crying."

Zhou Congee didn't speak.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and said, "Wenxiu sent Wenwen to the factory hospital, I'm afraid the medical conditions there are limited—"

Zhou Congee said: "My mother used to be a doctor in the factory hospital. There are tens of thousands of people in the factory, and there are tens of thousands of family members. Who has a headache and brain fever, and it can't be cured in the factory hospital? Wenwen can't do it." Is it? I really don’t believe it! Also, it’s not like I haven’t had a fever, and it’s not like Xiaomi hasn’t had a fever, and she became unconscious at 39 degrees? Unless the thermometer is broken, how is it possible?”

Wang Lin slapped his head: "Oh, it can't be that they measured the temperature wrong, right? It may be more than 39 degrees!"

Zhou Congee: "..."

(End of this chapter)