Classmates, stop chasing me. The freshman beauty is my girlfriend.

"Well, Mumu... cough cough cough."

Ye Qingyun just opened her mouth and coughed.

Lin Senmu was shocked and asked anxiously: "Mom, are you sick?"

"It's just a cold, it's nothing serious."

Ye Qingyun answered casually.

"Mom, did you take injections or medicine?"

Lin Senmu's eyebrows were full of worry.

"Cough cough..."

At home, Ye Qingyun covered her lips before coughing, trying to make the sound smaller, "Yes, Mumu, Mom called to ask when you will be home?"

"The school has half a month before the final exam, probably on January 4th, and then the semester will end."

Lin Senmu paused and said: "If I get home, it should be on the 5th or 6th, because I didn't take a plane, I drove back with Nie Hao."

"Oh, your dad bought you a car." Ye Qingyun's tone was a little complicated.

Speaking of this, Lin Senmu was beaming with joy, "Mom, I extorted a lot of money from him. My bank card is in the wallet at home. You can spend it as you like. The password is my date of birth."

"Okay~"

Ye Qingyun found it interesting and continued chatting with her son.

Nie Hao kept looking in the direction of Lin Senmu. When the mother and son paused in their conversation, he quickly said, "Mu Tou, is Auntie sick? Say hello to her for me."

Lin Senmu nodded, "Mom, Nie Hao told you to take care of yourself."

Ye Qingyun smiled gently, "That child is thoughtful."

Lin Senmu acted like a spoiled child to his mother, "I am also very thoughtful. I checked the weather in Xingcheng every now and then. When winter came, I reminded you to wear a cotton jacket and keep warm, but you still caught a cold."

When he spoke later, Lin Senmu's tone was slightly reproachful.

Ye Qingyun explained softly, "I noticed it. Something happened in the area a few days ago. I stayed outside all night to deal with it, so I caught a cold."

"I won't listen unless you get better tomorrow."

Lin Senmu will always be a child who never grows up in front of Ye Qingyun.

"Okay, okay, mom will be well tomorrow."

Ye Qingyun was both amused and confused.

In dormitory 404, Jiang Yuan was hanging around, holding CC, typing in confusion, "Sensen, who are you talking to?"

In dormitory 308, Lin Senmu and Ye Qingyun were chatting about family matters and school fun. After several minutes, they noticed the message.

While talking to his mother, he replied to Jiang Yuan, "With your mother-in-law, she caught a cold."

"Ah? Is mom okay?"

Jiang Yuan asked subconsciously. When the message was sent, her face was shy and embarrassed, and she hesitated whether to withdraw it and say it again.

Change "mom" to "Auntie Ye".

Lin Senmu didn't give her this opportunity, "After the injection and medication, she should recover soon."

"That's good."

Jiang Yuan lay flat in the bed, covering her hot little face with the quilt.

Ah, ah, ah.

Subconsciously, she was thinking about marrying Sen Sen!

Lin Senmu gave a wicked smile, "Just now our mother asked us how our relationship is going."

"Then what do you say?"

Jiang Yuan didn't resist the title of 'our mother'.

"Me? I said..."

Lin Senmu was very naughty and whetted Jiang Yuan's appetite.

Jiang Yuan urged anxiously, "Hurry up and say it!"

Lin Senmu made a shy face, "I said she can hold her grandson next year."

"Ah!"

"Lin Senmu, you are getting more and more annoying!"

Jiang Yuan's little face, which had just cooled down, became red again.

Not long after.

Lin Senmu and Ye Qingyun ended the call, and he did not immediately sleep with Jiang Yuan on the microphone.

Instead, he called Lin Feng.

"Hello, baby." Lin Feng called Lin Senmu by his nickname.

"Call me Mumu!"

Lin Senmu is about to turn 20, and he is really resistant to this.

"Haha, Mumu."

Lin Feng laughed heartily. He remembered it every time, and forgot it every time. After all, he had called Lin Senmu like this for 19 years.

Then, he said, "Son, how long will it take you to go home?"

"About 18 or 19 days."

Lin Senmu was not thinking about this, and got to the point, "Dad, my mom is sick."

"What? Is Qingyun serious? What's wrong? Have you seen a doctor?"

Lin Feng's voice sounded anxious.

"Dad, don't worry, it's just a cold, I've already had an injection and taken medicine."

Lin Senmu quickly calmed Lin Feng's emotions.

"That's good, that's good."

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Lin Senmu waited for almost half a minute, but didn't hear any follow-up. He couldn't help but said, "You're not taking action?"

"What action?"

Lin Feng also waited for half a minute, but didn't hear his son speak. He thought Lin Senmu's network was stuck.

"Send warmth to my mother. She hasn't slept yet. Buy some medicine and send it to her."

At this moment, Lin SenmuMu Rong ascended to the position of military advisor.

Hearing this, Lin Feng was a little moved. He hadn't seen Ye Qingyun for a long time and missed her.

But he was a little worried, "Is this okay? What if she scolds me again? Besides, she has already taken the medicine."

"Of course."

Lin Senmu said, "She took the medicine prescribed by the doctor, not the medicine you gave her. How can they be confused?"

"Yes..."

Lin Feng fell into some kind of recollection.

The scenes of him accompanying Ye Qingyun when she was sick in the past appeared in his mind.

Lin Feng was a little confused. After more than 20 years of marriage, they were obviously very loving, but later they became so angry with each other?

Lin Senmu didn't hear a definite answer, so he asked, "Dad, do you want to remarry my mom?"

"Yes, I think about it every day. I even changed my account like you young people, but she tricked me into revealing that it was me, and I was blacklisted again."

Lin Feng said frankly without hesitation.

As he said that, he looked a little helpless, "Actually, I'm worried that your mother won't open the door for me after I go there."

"Dad, this is not the point. First of all, you have to take action and show it. What's the point of asking about my mother's well-being in text messages all day long?"

"You know my mother. Except for work and business trips, she basically stays at home watching TV series and reading books."

"Although the door locks at home have been changed, it's OK for me to send my keys back to you tomorrow."

"Whenever you are free, go home. Don't be afraid of being scolded. Be bold and disrupt her peaceful life first."

Lin Senmu's last words sounded a little guilty, and he kept praying in his heart:

Dear mother, please don't scold me!

My son would rather you be annoyed by your father than see you alone.

And, mother, how can you let him go in your heart?

Lin Feng savored these words carefully and slapped his forehead, "Son, what you said makes sense. It's not like your mother and I are in different places and can't see each other."

"By the way, am I just delivering medicine now?"

"Yes, this is called sending warmth. Didn't I just tell you that my mother is sick now. No matter how strong she is, she is still a woman. She must be a little fragile now."

Lin Senmu has been in love for so long, and he understands women more and more.

Women, whether girls or women, like to be gentle and cared for!

"Okay."

Lin Feng made up his mind.

Lin Senmu emphasized: "By the way, don't ask the driver or the aunt to take you there. You have to do this yourself."

"As for what medicine she takes, I have asked for you. I will send you the name of the medicine on WeChat later, and you can go to the pharmacy to buy the same one."

As he said this, Lin Senmu also reminded her of some precautions, "When you go there, the most important thing is to be tolerant of her. Don't let her say something to you and you can't help but talk back."

"Got it, be tolerant of her." Lin Feng agreed to everything.

"Yeah." Lin Senmu breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Lin Feng couldn't help wanting to reward him, so he asked, "Son, is the money enough?"

"Not quite."

Lin Senmu said this without hesitation.

Lin Feng said generously: "Dad will go to the company tomorrow and ask the finance department to allocate one million to you!"

"Thank you, Dad."

Lin Senmu was in high spirits.