Daddy, Mommy's Runaway

"Don't worry. Speak slowly."

Take a cup of warm water and take good care of Shen.

Her heart suddenly some uncomfortable, guilt and remorse spread without warning.

She didn't know whether it was right or wrong to cheat the old man this time.

If the old man finds that all this is a lie, then

"Cough... It doesn't matter. I have an old problem. Sit down first. I know I won't live long. What I'm most worried about is my cold hearted son. Xiao Su, don't worry about me. I really hope someone can take good care of him. Fortunately, after you accompany her, after you must give birth to a few more babies, the whole family bustling. While I'm much better these two days, you and Fusang should hold the engagement banquet as soon as possible, OK? It's my last wish. Cough, cough. "

Su QingChu pulled the corner of the mouth, some embarrassed smile, some reluctantly.

"Auntie, you can rest assured that I will accompany Fusang in the future."

……

After returning home, Shen's expectant words lingered in her ears, with a heavy and sour heart.

But at the moment, she doesn't care about anything else, because Gu Chengze is ill!

At this moment, many years of training of calm self-sustaining, in the face of danger not disorderly disappear without a trace.

On the soft children's bed, Gu Chengze's small body turned around painfully. His old white and tender face turned red and hot because of fever. His delicate eyebrows wrinkled helplessly. Tears hung on his curled and thick eyelashes. His pink mouth cracked and peeled, and even a few small bubbles burned on the corners of his mouth.

Su QingChu was so confused that he didn't know what he should do next!

She trembled. As soon as the phone was connected, her voice almost choked: "Gu Hanting, come back soon, Chengze has a fever."

The man on the opposite side of the phone just stopped for a moment and comforted him rationally: "don't worry, listen to me and calm down first. I'll call my family doctor later. I'll go home later. Now the main thing is to cool down the temperature. "

The man's calm and soft voice is just like a tranquilizer, which calms Su QingChu's nervous tension.

yes! Physical cooling!

After hanging up, she went to the bathroom to wash her face to make her brain more clear.

According to the instructions, the maid brought up a basin of ice water with ice cubes. She immersed her hands in the ice water for a long time, and then wiped them clean with a soft absorbent towel.

Then he pasted his hand gently on the baby's burning red soft face. Maybe it was her unique gentle breath, or the soft and cool touch of her hands.

The child who is suffering from fever is much more comfortable, and the struggling hand is also at ease.

Her eyes were red, as if she were tearing her flesh with a blunt knife.

She didn't do her duty as a mother. How she wished she could share the pain of her children.

After a while, the temperature of her hands returned to warm, and she took back her hands to immerse them in the ice water again. However, the sudden loss of cold touch on her face made the calmer child feel more insecure.

Su QingChu grabs his waving hand in a hurry. When the soft touch appears on his face again, he finally calms down again.

Uncomfortable coma of the child issued a soft, soft call - mother.

Her tears, which she had just dried, fell again uncontrollably.

Su QingChu kneels beside the bed, constantly repeating this simple action, waiting for the arrival of the doctor.

The doctor came very quickly. After measuring the temperature, the doctor prescribed the medicine.

She raised the child's head with a pillow, scooped up a spoonful of medicine and gently blew it into the child's mouth.

But just fed two spoonfuls, the dizzy child "Hua" all vomited out.

The medicine juice slides into the body along the child's neck, and the clothes can't be worn any more.

A few hours ago, the child, who was still alive and kicking around, suddenly drooped like this, and her heart was broken by the gentle moans of pain.

She doesn't deserve to be a mother!

She wiped the tears from her face, carefully held the child in her arms, stopped the servant who wanted to help, and then scooped up a spoonful of medicine.

It seems that I was lying in my arms warm and full of familiar aroma at this time. The little guy's originally wronged hiccup also stopped and finally took the medicine.

Gu Hanting came to the bedroom to see Su QingChu help the children change clothes.

When he first smelled that the child was ill, he squeezed into his chest and almost burst out of anger.

However, when he heard Su QingChu's voice with choking and trembling, his heart was strangely calm down, and gradually rose with a touch of heartache.

A woman's clothes, chest, neckline, are all glued with drug stains, but she is totally aware of it, only wholeheartedly help the child change clothes and wipe.

It was a gesture of tender pity.

Su QingChu raised his slightly red eyes, opened his mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "you're back."

Unexpectedly, there was no punishment or abuse. After all, she didn't detect the child's illness in time.

The man low ground "Er" a, single knee genuflect ground, assist Su QingChu to take care of a child in the side.

That night, the two spent the whole night in the children's room.

After Gu Chengze wakes up the next day, Su QingChu obviously feels that the child is close to him.

Last night, it was nice to hold his warm touch. At that time, he felt very happy.

The little guy has long eyelashes and trembles slightly. His lips are as tender as they used to be. He seems to be a little shy: "last night, thank you."

Su QingChu was dumb and couldn't help teasing him: "do you remember what happened last night? Do you remember what was called last night?"

Gu Chengze puffed Gu's cheek, and his big eyes turned.

She was teased, for let Gu Chengze mouth call his mother did not report much hope, turned to go.

But,

A very light, very small voice sounded, "Mommy..."

At that moment, in Su QingChu's mind, the flowers all over the mountains are blooming, the blue sky, the wind blowing across the cheek.

It turned out to be a happiness never before.

It's hard to express her excitement. She can't help holding the little guy's warm body.

From that day on, there was a little game between Su QingChu and Gu Chengze.

A little game that only the two of them know.

Gu Chengze called in a small voice: "Mommy."

Su QingChu answered in a small voice: "dear treasure."

You are my precious life.

For Su QingChu and Gu Chengze between the increasingly sweet and happy atmosphere, Gu president sniffed: I raised for several years of small steamed stuffed bun, how can you turn away in a few words, is too naive.

He will not admit that he is a little envious of his own bun.