President Daddy is super strong

Hearing her daughter's voice, Yang Yilin turned her attention to her daughter in the hospital bed.

Hurriedly nervous way: "baby is all right, does the stomach still ache?"? Is it better? "

The little girl with a bad face blinked at him innocently, her voice soft and sweet, "well, there's a little bit more."

When the attending physician heard that the little girl said there was still a little bit of pain, he immediately told her: "the digestive system of children is no better than that of our adults. You can't give children food in the future, do you know? Those snacks are not conducive to digestion, once caused by gastroenteritis consequences are very serious. "

Yang Yilin was taught a lesson, but he was not angry at all. The doctor was right. He almost made a big mistake today. It's right to be criticized. Today, the child is OK. He was worried in the corridor just now. He thought about how to open his mouth with sun Zhenzhen if his daughter really has something long and short.

"Doctor, what's the matter with the child now? She just said it hurt a little bit. " Yang Yilin is in a hurry. He looks at the attending physician and waits for her answer.

When the attending physician saw his anxious appearance, he knew that this was an inexperienced novice father. He smiled gently at him and said, "we will have nothing to do with massage. After returning, we will drink more water for the child."

Yang Yilin nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, yes, thank you, doctor."

"You're welcome. After that, I remember that you can't give your child anything to eat. The parents feel sorry for your child. Why?"

"Well, remember next time." After a few greetings with the attending physician, he immediately pulled up song Qingyun, who was squatting in front of his daughter's bed, and replaced him with a smiling squat there with various problems of virtual cold.

Song Qingyun was amused by his childish behavior. He gave him a bad look and said coldly: "it's late. Let the child live today and leave hospital in the morning."

Yang Yilin raised his wrist to take a look at the time on the watch. It was more than 11 o'clock in the night. It was really not early, and he was not suitable to toss back and forth with his children.

"OK, you can see the arrangement." Since the daughter calls him a dry father, it can't be called in vain.

Song Qingyun's face was even worse. He glanced at him and walked out angrily.

When I came back again, I had not only all kinds of information about the hospitalization procedures, but also two special snacks. One was rice porridge for jasmine to warm his stomach, and the other was Wonton Soup for him.

Although his face is very smelly, for the sake of bringing him and his daughter a late night, forgive him.

He took a portion of wonton with relish, and carefully song Qingyun picked up the little jasmine on the sickbed. He fed the little girl's rice porridge one mouthful at a time, and asked patiently, "is it hot?"

The little girl stared at him innocently and romantically, "not hot, godfather is very considerate."

A dry father was so considerate that he stimulated Yang Yilin. He immediately put down the wonton he had only half eaten in his hand and walked directly to the bedside. Without a word, he snatched the small rice porridge box from Song Qingyun's hand. He said in a sour way, "I'll come!"

Song Qingyun was frightened by him. He frowned and looked at the overturning of his vinegar jar. He made room for him without any words on his face.

Yang Yilin sat down in Song Qingyun's original position and put on a flattering smile, "Molly, daddy feed you, ah, open your mouth."

The little girl kept her face on the other side and mumbled angrily, "childish!"