Mr.Li's good wife delivered the door

Let Zhuang Zhuang go to Jingteng city?

Joe Xi'er had thought about this before, but what she feared most was that Gu Qingtian and Zhuang Zhuang met. What if Gu Qingtian suspected that Zhuang Zhuang was his son?

But she couldn't care so much for her strong illness.

"OK, Feilong, please take Zhuang Zhuang to Jingteng City, but there's something I want you to help..."

On Saturday afternoon, Han Feilong took Zhuang Zhuang to Jingteng city by train.

Qiao Xi'er went to the hospital in the morning and arranged the strong hospitalization procedures. She was glad that she had left Gu Qingtian's 200000 yuan. Fortunately, she didn't hypocritically return the 200000 yuan to Gu Qingtian at that time, otherwise she really didn't know where to collect such a large sum of money.

After finishing the hospital, Josie rushed to the railway station in a hurry. At more than three o'clock in the afternoon, Qiao Xier received Han Feilong and Zhuang Zhuang.

Seeing Han Feilong holding Zhuang Zhuang, Qiao Xier excitedly took Zhuang Zhuang from Han Feilong. Looking at Zhuang Zhuang's pale and sick little face, her heart hurt and tears flowed down in a moment, "Zhuang Zhuang, I'm sorry... It's my mother's bad... I'm sorry..."

Zhuang Zhuang should recognize Qiao Xier and cry "Mom..."

"Well, mom is... Mom is... Mom will never be separated from you again..." Qiao Xi'er said firmly as he kissed Zhuang Zhuang.

Han Feilong couldn't see Qiao Xi'er crying, so he stretched out his hand and hugged one big and one small into his arms. "It's all right, Zhuang will get better."

The posture was too intimate. Qiao Xi'er's body stiffened and withdrew from Han Feilong's arms without trace. "I'm tired by train. I bought a lot of vegetables at home. Go home first."

Qiao Xier originally wanted to take Han Feilong and Zhuang Zhuang to a better restaurant for a meal, but he was afraid of bumping into people he knew. He finally decided to cook for them at home, and he was free to eat at home.

Han Feilong flashed a trace of gloom because of Qiao Xier's retreat, but soon he smiled, "OK, go home."

Zhuang Zhuang is more than a year old, but he can't walk. Because of his weak body, he can't even stand up. He can only be held by adults.

Qiao Xi'er was reluctant to be strong, so he took Zhuang Zhuang from the railway station to the rental house. On the way, Han Feilong was afraid that her arm could not stand holding Zhuang Zhuang for a while, but she politely refused.

When he arrived at the rental house, Han Feilong looked at the exquisite house with one room and one living room and couldn't help exclaiming, "Xi'er, how much does such a good house cost a month?"

"It's not very expensive. Don't worry about the money. I'll take care of it!"

Zhuang Zhuang fell asleep in the taxi. Qiao Xi'er carefully put Zhuang Zhuang on the bed in the bedroom. Then he went out of the hall and gave Han Feilong a pair of slippers. "I know you're coming. I just bought these slippers in the supermarket last night. Change them quickly. Your feet must feel bad after taking the train for so long..."

"I......" Han Feilong's cheek is a little red. "Can you come into the house without changing slippers?"

"What's the matter? I'm afraid your beriberi will smoke me?"

"No... I'm not afraid... Er... I mean, I don't have beriberi, my feet don't smell, really..."

Qiao Xi'er chuckled. Of course she knew he had no beriberi. She just saw his simple appearance and wanted to tease him

To be honest, Han Feilong is really a clear stream among farmers. He doesn't want to go to bed on the Kang without washing his face and feet after doing farm work like other rough men in the countryside. He is not a big man who cuts his feet. His life is very self-discipline. He gets up every day when he hears a chicken, takes a bath after cutting firewood or finishing farm work.