After kicking out my ex-husband, his brother and I got back together.

Chapter 439 Fever
Feng Yining knocked lightly on Zheng Yanqing's bedroom door, but there was no response.

"Son, is your mother coming in?"

"..."

Hearing no sound, Feng Yining gently opened the door, walked through the small entrance hall of the room, and saw Zheng Yanqing sleeping next to the bed with a red face.

She immediately realized something was wrong, and she knelt down and touched Zheng Yanqing's forehead.

"It's hot."

Feng Yining quickly picked up the child and rushed downstairs.

When Songzi heard the noise, she stuck her head out, holding a spatula in her hand.

"what happened?"

Feng Yining hurriedly said that the child had a fever. Songzi immediately put the spatula back and rushed to the living room to pick up the car keys without even having time to untie the apron.

He opened the back seat door for Feng Yining, and Feng Yining sat in with her child in her arms. Songzi immediately started the car and drove towards the Feng family's private hospital.

"It's all my fault. He already said this morning that he wasn't feeling well. I should have taken him to the hospital earlier."

Feng Yining's face was filled with self-blame, and Songzi comforted him while driving.

"Don't worry, wife, it's not your fault. If he said he wasn't feeling well this morning, he said it to me. No matter what, it should be my fault. It has nothing to do with you. Wife, please calm down first and don't worry. "

The car drove all the way to the hospital, and Zheng Yanqing was immediately sent to the observation room.

Feng Yining stood outside the door, looking anxiously at the door of the observation room, even though she couldn't see inside at all.

"Okay, okay, wife, let's sit down for a while, and you can rest for a while."

Songzi helped Feng Yining sit down on the sofa in the lounge and patted him gently with one hand.

"Children, it's normal to have a headache, fever, diarrhea, etc. It's okay. The doctor has finished the examination and prescribed some medicine, and we can go back."

Although Feng Yining did not say any more words of self-blame, the guilt on his face still did not diminish.

Ten minutes later, the doctor came to the lounge.

Seeing the doctor coming, Feng Yining couldn't sit still anymore, stood up suddenly and asked.

"How is it? Why does he have a fever?"

"Miss Feng, don't worry, it's not a big problem."

The doctor first gave Feng Yining a reassurance, and then said slowly.

"Now is the turn of summer and autumn, the seasons are changing, and the temperature changes are relatively large. If a child has a cold, fever, or diarrhea and vomiting, it is not a serious illness. The young master has viral influenza, a new virus this year, and will have fever and loss of appetite. The phenomenon."

Feng Yining finally felt relieved when he heard it was the flu.

The doctor continued.

"Children's resistance is not as good as our adults. I suggest that the young master stay in the hospital for a few days. This will help him get better faster and build up some resistance."

Feng Yining nodded.

"Listen to the doctor."

So the doctor quickly arranged a single ward for Zheng Yanqing.

When Zheng Yan woke up, he felt that his throat was so dry that it was burning.

"Honey, you're awake."

He slowly opened his eyes and saw Feng Yining's very worried face.

"Mother……"

Zheng Yan said in a hoarse voice.

Feng Yining nodded.

"Well, mom is here. You have a fever. We are in the hospital now."

As she spoke, she stood up and poured a glass of water for Zheng Yanqing. Songzi also came over and reached out to touch Zheng Yanqing's forehead.

"Well, the fever is gone. It seems there's no big problem."

Zheng Yanqing was picked up by Feng Yining. After drinking most of the glass of water, she finally felt that she was alive.

She looked at the dark sky outside and asked.

"Has Xiaojun left already?"

Feng Yining nodded.

"Well, I got on the plane this morning, and it's already evening now."

Zheng Yanqing felt disappointed in her heart.

Although he felt very uncomfortable this morning, he was not to the point where he could not go out. He was planning to wait for Feng Yining and Song Zi to leave before taking a taxi to the airport for a sneak peek, but he fell dizzy and fell into the room.He still failed to send Su Xiaojun. He said he didn't want to go, but in fact he really didn't go...

"Mom, I want to sleep."

Zheng Yanqing, who had just woken up, closed her eyes again and wanted to lie down, but was helped up by Feng Yining the next second.

"Don't sleep yet. You haven't eaten anything since you've been comatose all day. Drink some porridge before going to bed. The millet and pumpkin porridge that Dad asked Aunt Lan to cook today is so sweet and delicious."

Zheng Yanqing suddenly remembered that Su Xiaojun had made this kind of millet porridge for him before.

He nodded, and Songzi opened the thermos box and took out the porridge.

He looked at the golden millet porridge and suddenly remembered the summer vacation when he was in second grade.

That spring, my uncle and aunt held a wedding. Their wedding was grand and grand.

Zheng Yanqing clearly remembered that her uncle, who had always been calm and emotionally stable, actually cried at the wedding.

His aunt gently wiped away his tears, and the two hugged each other tightly.

That summer vacation, Feng Yian and Xia Yizhen went on their honeymoon, Songzi and Feng Yining also went out to have fun, and the three children of the two families gathered in the old house.

Su Xiaojun would always make food for Zheng Yanqing and Feng Shucheng that she had eaten as a child and thought was delicious.

"Xiaojun, this yellow porridge is so fragrant!"

At that time, Zheng Yanqing listened to Su Xiaojun in everything. He supported whatever Su Xiaojun said and praised everything he did.

Feng Shucheng followed his two brothers and sisters and also followed suit.

Songzi fed pumpkin and millet porridge into Zheng Yanqing's mouth. The porridge was sweeter and more delicious than the one made by Su Xiaojun, but Zheng Yanqing cried while eating it.

He rarely cried. Feng Yining and Song Zi had hardly seen Zheng Yanqing shed tears in the past few years.

"What's the matter son?"

When Feng Yining saw Zheng Yanqing crying, his heart melted, and he quickly held the child in his arms and rocked it gently.

Zheng Yanqing kept sobbing in Feng Yining's arms, holding Feng Yining's arm tightly with both hands.

"I'm uncomfortable……"

Songzi immediately touched Zheng Yanqing's forehead with his hand.

"Did you have a fever again?"

Zheng Yanqing shook his head.

"I want to sleep, not eat."

His voice was still a little hoarse, his words were broken, and his shoulders were still shaking.

This pumpkin porridge is not the kind cooked by Su Xiaojun. Su Xiaojun likes others.

She didn't wait for herself, she let other boys touch her nose, she was going to like someone else...

why?Why couldn't I have been born a few years earlier, and why couldn't I have grown up faster?
When his sister Xiaojun left him, she didn't even leave him alone.

Feng Yining quickly laid the child down and let Zheng Yanqing sleep.

Zheng Yanqing curled up, a bulge formed in the quilt, and she was trembling slightly.

Songzi shook his head at Feng Yining, took her hand and walked out of the ward together to the small living room outside the suite.

Seeing Feng Yining's still sad eyes, Songzi squeezed her shoulders soothingly.

"Honey, don't worry. I don't think our son is simply feeling unwell, he seems to be in a bad mood."

Feng Yining sniffed.

"Ok?"

Songzi turned sideways to face her and whispered.

"The relationship between him and Xiaojun has not been very good recently. He did not send Xiaojun off when he went abroad, and he came back early during the summer vacation. I suspect that he fell ill because he was in a bad mood during this period, which led to low immunity. The final reason is probably Because there is a problem with his relationship with Xiaojun."

Feng Yining listened, thought for a while, and suddenly picked up the phone.

"what are you doing?"

Songzi held her hand.

"Call Xiaojun and ask. Maybe I can ask you something else."

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was taken away by Songzi.

"No, if you ask this question, if it's something my son doesn't want us to know, should Xiaojun tell her or not? Don't embarrass Xiaojun."

Feng Yining raised his head and looked at Songzi, his eyes full of worry.

(End of this chapter)