Mysterious husband always comes late at night

Leng Youchen sent Wei Anning back to her apartment. She took a bath, changed her clothes and sat in front of the dresser to wipe her face. As a result, she didn't wipe her face. She was sleepy. She wanted to lean against the dresser and squint for a while.

As a result, I fell asleep.

Leng Youchen walked into the master bedroom and saw her lying on the dressing table asleep. He walked gently to her side, gently picked her up, walked a few steps to the bedside and put her into the soft bedding.

Wei Anning didn't wake up, turned over, found a comfortable position, and went to sleep again.

Leng Youchen sat by the bed for a while before he got up and went out. He went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, cooked Xiaomi porridge for Wei chenshen, and cooked the meal. It was just five o'clock.

He went to the master bedroom to have a look. He saw that Wei Anning was sleeping soundly and didn't wake her up. He withdrew from the master bedroom and told the servant, "don't wake up my wife. I'll go to the hospital for a vigil tonight."

He packed the rice porridge in an insulated bucket, picked up the car key and walked out of the apartment.

Driving to the hospital, Wei chenshen just woke up. The little guy has gastrointestinal dysfunction. He has been infusing nutrient solution these days in order to barely maintain the nutrition of basic muscle energy.

But after all, it hurt the root. In just a few days, the little face was skinny. No wonder the wife cried once. The child was so distressing.

Wei chenshen's voice was soft and waxy. "Uncle, what delicious food did you bring me?"

The greedy child suddenly remembered his body and looked dejected, "I can't eat anything delicious, uncle, will I die?"

The little guy is not afraid of illness, but afraid of death. Before Leng Youchen answered, he said, "if I die, Mommy will be very sad, uncle. I'm still so young. I don't want to die. I want to accompany Mommy."

Leng Youchen's heart was so painful that he took a puff, like a big hand holding his heart tightly, which made him out of breath. "Nonsense, the doctor said you recovered well and couldn't eat. You hurt your intestines and stomach. When your intestines and stomach slowly adapt, you won't vomit again."

"Can I still eat ice cream?" Wei looked at him expectantly.

Leng Youchen nodded and cut the nail: "yes, when you are well, uncle will buy you all the ice cream in the street. You can eat as much as you want."

Wei chenshen, with bright eyes, stretched out his little finger, "let's pull the hook. Uncle can't lie to me."

Leng Youchen pulled a hook with him. He helped him up, opened the heat preservation bucket, filled half a bowl of millet porridge and came out. "Uncle cooked millet porridge, you try it."

Wei Chenchen looked at the bowl of tasteless millet porridge with disgust. He said, "uncle, when I'm ready, can we go to Haidilao?"

"Of course. Uncle and Mommy will go with you then. Now have porridge first, will you?" Leng Youchen blew the millet porridge in the spoon and sent it to his mouth.

Wei chenshen had a good appetite. He ate all the small bowl of millet porridge, but he began to vomit again soon after eating it.

Leng Youchen hurriedly rang the bell to call the doctor. At the same time, he held Wei chenshen in his arms and patted him on the back. His expression gradually became dignified. It has been several days. Why hasn't the situation improved at all?

The doctor rushed over and examined Wei Chenchen. He looked unspeakably dignified and sad. He said to Leng Youchen, "Mr. Leng, take a step to speak."

Leng Youchen had a bad feeling when he looked at the dying child in the hospital bed.