Baby, You are my only sunshine

It was Jiang man's turn to be on duty that day. Fortunately, Lu xijue's injury had been removed and scabbed. There was no need to hurry back, but she still called back and arranged for the servant to prepare soup before she put herself into work.

But it was dark until 7:30, and there was no Southern Jiangsu wind to pick up Du Zijun. No one answered the phone. Jiang man couldn't help being anxious.

Why is Su Nanfeng so unreliable that even his nephew can forget to pick it up!

"Miss Jiang, why don't I go back by myself!"

Du Zijun, who has always been cheerful, saw that no one had come to pick him up for a long time. He was so wronged that he wanted to cry, but he was afraid of being disliked by Jiang man. He held back his tears and asked himself to go back.

"No! It's too dangerous!"

Jiang man refused without thinking, but he can't wait with Du Zijun all the time.

I dialed the phone of Sunan Feng again and was answered for a long time.

"Hello?"

The weak voice was so small that he could hardly hear it. Fortunately, Jiang man was quiet enough at the school gate to hear it clearly.

"Southern Jiangsu wind? Is that you? Why don't you pick up Du Zijun?"

From the other end of the phone came a cow like gasp. After a long time, he said intermittently, "I'm not feeling well today. Please help me send him back!"

Wen Yan, Jiang manleng, the frivolous Southern Jiangsu wind is so weak that how sick is it?

"Sunan Feng, what's the matter with you? Are you okay?"

No matter how Jiang man shouted, there was no response on the other end of the phone.

"Zijun, your uncle is ill. The teacher will take you home. Do you know the way home?"

Jiangman had to lead Du Zijun and stop the taxi.

"I know the way home, teacher. Is my uncle seriously ill?"

Originally, Jiang man was willing to send him home. Du Zijun was very happy, but when he heard that his uncle was ill, he was worried to turn a lovely little face into a steamed stuffed bun.

"Don't worry, he will be fine." jiangman gently holds Du Zijun in his arms and comforts him in a soft voice.

Under the guidance of Du Zijun, jiangman smoothly entered the apartment in southern Jiangsu.

But as soon as she entered the door, Jiang man was dumbfounded. She didn't know how to get in with the garbage all over the house and the dirty clothes and socks of her uncles and nephews.

Du Zijun was used to it and ran into the master bedroom.

"Uncle, uncle, Miss Jiang came to see you!"

Hearing the speech, Jiang man took back his steps to move out, kicked away all kinds of obstacles and slowly entered the master bedroom.

Fortunately, the master bedroom is much cleaner than the outside. At least there is only him and quilt on the bed where Sunan Feng lies.

However, the Sunan wind on the bed is really different from the frivolous Playboy in her impression. Her hair is as messy as a chicken nest. The whole person is paralyzed on the bed like a walking corpse, Yan Yan, without a trace of energy.

"What's the matter with you?"

The southern Jiangsu wind, flushed and sleepy, was awakened by Du Zijun. He opened his eyes blearily. Jiang man was already standing by the door. He couldn't help but brighten his eyes and struggled to get up.

"Are you really here? Don't worry. As long as I see you, I'll be fine!"

This man is so sick that he doesn't stop!

"It's going to burn to death." Du Zijun climbed into bed, put his hand on Sunan Feng's forehead, turned his head and said solemnly to Jiang man, "Mr. Jiang, I'm making you laugh. Uncle, his brain is burned out and he's talking nonsense!"

Sunan Feng raises his hand to pat Du Zijun's head, but his big hand swings from the tip of Du Zijun's nose.

"Smelly boy, remember it for me!"