Mr.Zhong, you have to be responsible for me

Bedroom on the second floor of the villa.

Zhong Nanyu stood in front of the French window and looked at the yard shrouded by the dawn with deep eyes.

He was on the phone. There was a woman's voice on the microphone.

Soft, let him unconsciously think of the night a few months ago

She hooked his neck, licked his prominent Adam's apple with the tip of her tongue, bewitched him in his ear, and her voice was so soft

Like a dose of poison, it eroded him and made him sink.

The body that has just bathed awakens in an instant.

He took a deep breath and forced the beautiful scenery out of his mind. Then he opened his mouth, "Zhong Yibai asks for leave today."

Leave?

I called her only yesterday evening

At the thought of Zhong Yibai's complaint against Zhong Nanyu yesterday, Su Mian was a little worried.

The father and son won't quarrel again, will they?

So he couldn't help but ask, "what's wrong with him?"

The man returned quickly, "fever."

"Oh," Su Mian sighed with relief. It wasn't a quarrel.

At the other end of the phone, Zhong Nange listened to Su Mian's tone of sudden relaxation, and her deep eyes narrowed slightly.

He asked, "what is Miss Su worried about?"

A word struck her in the mind.

Su Mian was surprised. They were separated by the phone. The man over there actually knew what she was thinking.

God, it's terrible.

No wonder Zhong Yibai always said he was a pervert. He was really right.

Just as Su Mian's stomach was murmuring, Zhong Nanyu's voice came again.

"I'm not prone to domestic violence," he said in an unprecedented low and gentle voice, "so don't worry."

Su Mian, "..."

The cheeks warmed up rapidly, the hot touch, and even the ears were hot.

A simple sentence made her inexplicably shy.

She seemed to hear his voice in her ear, low and deep, "don't be afraid, huh?"

......

Yu Miao yawned and came out of the bedroom.

He poured out a glass of water from the kitchen and drank while walking. As soon as he looked up, he saw Su Mian standing in front of the sofa like a fool.

She went up and looked at her.

See her beichi gently biting the corner of her lip, a pair of expression to say and rest, holding a mobile phone in her hand.

"What's the matter? Early in the morning, it's like spring."

Su Mian regained his consciousness and looked at Yu Miao, who suddenly appeared. A strange look slipped across his face, "you're up."

"Well, what are you thinking?"

"No..." Su Mian walked to the kitchen with her mobile phone.

Yu Miao didn't believe it and followed her. "I just heard you calling someone."

"Oh, it's the parents of students. The child has a fever and asks for leave."

Parents?

Yu Miao glanced at her still red ears and joked, "I guess the student's parent must be a man."

Su Mian, "..."

Yu Miao, "your face is so red that you won't be molested by the students' parents?"

Su Mian, "... Do you want to eat egg dumplings? I'll fry them for you."

As a foodie, Yu Miao was abducted for a second.

"OK, I want to eat fennel meat. Can I have some more cucumber pickles?"

"No problem. Go wash first."

"Well, I love you the most."

Yu Miao turned back to her room. While brushing her teeth, she suddenly realized a problem

Lying in the trough, which bold parents dare to molest the people's teachers just now?

......

When the clock turned white after the high fever, the spirit was a little wilted.

He lay in bed, and aunt Guo sat by the bed and fed him porridge.

He took a sip and looked at Aunt Guo. "Where's my father?"

"Sir went to the company early in the morning. When he left, he told me to take good care of you."

As soon as the clock heard it, he immediately tooted his small mouth, "I feel so uncomfortable. How can he still have the heart to go to the company."

"My husband took care of you all night last night. He didn't sleep all night. If it wasn't for something important in the company, he would stay at home to take care of you."

Zhong Yibai expressed doubt, "he didn't sleep all night last night?"

"Yes."

"Does he care so much about me?"

"Oh, my little ancestor, you can't say this in front of your husband. He will be sad."

Zhong Yibai can't help imagining Zhong Nanji's sad appearance

"Oh, I'll go. I can't bear to look straight at you."

Aunt Guo looked at him inexplicably. She didn't know what he was talking about.

After eating porridge and taking medicine, Zhong Yibai lay in bed doing nothing.

Today Wednesday, he should have gone to school

Thinking of this, he thought of Su Mian. He didn't know whether Lao Zhong asked for leave.

He reached for his cell phone and took a look. At the moment, Su Mian must be busy and had no time to answer his phone, so he thought about it and called the old house.

Sick man, inexplicably a little sad.

He now needs both spiritual and material comfort.

At the other end, the man answered the phone.

As soon as the loud voice came, although across the microphone, it also made Zhong Yibai's eardrum ache.

He quickly took the mobile phone away from his ear and directly turned on the hands-free.

He cried weakly, "Grandpa."

"A white?" the old man then asked, "didn't go to school?"

Zhong Yibai wants to ask for comfort. His liver is hurt immediately.

His voice became weaker. "Grandpa, can't you hear that I'm sick?"

"Ah, sick?" the old man's voice was loud enough to lead the old lady out of the room.

"Who is ill?" the old lady asked anxiously.

"Our grandson......" before the old man finished his words, the phone was robbed by the old lady. "White, grandson, what's going on? Why are you sick?"

As soon as Zhong Yibai heard the old lady's concern and anxiety, his heart was sour, and there was a bubble of tears in his big black eyes.

He sobbed, "grandma, I have a fever."

The old lady was very distressed, "Oh, my good grandson, grandma will come right away."

Zhong Yibai's very weak voice immediately had confidence, "uh huh, grandma, can you bring me a raw fried when you come? It's the one at the door. I want to eat shrimp stuffing."

"OK, grandma, I'll buy it for you now."

Hung up the phone, Zhong Yibai couldn't help sighing, "every generation, every generation, that's very reasonable."

......

As soon as Zhong Nanyu entered the villa, he heard the sound of Zhong Yibai huantuo. Which was the weakness of fever last night?

He changed his shoes at the porch and walked into the living room.

As soon as I raised my eyes, I saw the old lady on the sofa holding the clock, white and touching.

The center of the eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Just when he wanted to speak, Zhong Yibai, who was originally tired of being in the old lady's arms, saw him come in, just like a mouse seeing a cat. At once, he ran down from the old lady's arms and sat down orderly.

The old lady looked at Zhong Nanyu discontentedly, "look, you scared the child."

Zhong Nanyu sat down and made a faint sound, "he's five years old."

"What happened when you were five?" the old lady continued, "when you were five, you had to coax me to sleep every night. As long as you saw me, you would drill into my arms..."

Seeing that the old lady was about to shake away the embarrassment of his childhood, Zhong Nanji Liangliang interrupted her, "the driver is waiting outside. You should go back."

Zhong Yibai heard it very well, "grandma, you go on."

Zhong Nanyu looked at him with a slight look. "If you have a cold, you should lie in bed."

Zhong Yibai, "... I'm ready."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure and sure!"

"OK." Zhong Nanyu got up and left, "I'll take you to the kindergarten in the afternoon."

Zhong Yibai, "... I feel like I have a fever again."

Old lady, "..."

She doesn't want to stay in this family anymore. Let's go!