The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

Such changes make Han Yi feel a little depressed. The pancakes tossed and turned at night don't know how Zhou Yunshen's affairs are going. Is it dangerous?

Why would he not tell his mother-in-law if he didn't want to talk to his mother-in-law when he went to sleep in a week, or he would not tell his mother what to do when he fell asleep?

Han also secretly scolded himself, how can not get rid of this problem?

At this time, the mobile phone was shaking happily, and the sudden shaking in the middle of the night made him very energetic.

The caller is not someone else, it is Mr. Zhou.

"Not yet asleep?"

"Well, not yet."

"Worried?"

"Well," Han Yigang wanted to understand this, and was unwilling to admit it. The dead duck said, "I'm fascinated by reading."

"Oh."

The week always does not tear open him, soft words soft words coax him to: "it is one o'clock, still don't sleep, tomorrow pouch can't see people."

Han Yigang is going to refute his body. With his face, is he worried about pouch? Who knows that he has not yet thrown out a retort, Zhou Zong suddenly said: "Han Yi, we are all old."

He said, Han Yi, we are all old.

Han also in the heart "clutters" a, Zhou Yunshen how to mention this matter for no reason?

"What's the matter with you?"

Han is also nervous and sweating. Although he said that he had comforted Mr. Zhou's legs, he still hoped that he would be healthy and healthy in the end. How could he hope that his beloved would be in a wheelchair all his life? Or is there any other risk in his operation that he didn't know? Han Yi takes Wei Yan out and scolds him.

"Nothing, I just think," Mr. Zhou's voice is sweet like honey, "we have been together for so many years, from youth to now, Han Yi, I am thirty-four this year."

Han also did not speak, Zhou Zong also did not say, ear for a moment quiet, Zhou Zong suddenly kiss a, the voice is clear, as if really kiss Han Yi's face.

"In my heart, you will always be that young man."

Melancholy said old, and finally ended with a love words, Han Yi old face blush, secretly scold Zhou Yunshen is more and more not in accordance with the common sense.

"You'd better tell me everything, or I'll make you regret it if I know it!"

Han is also uneasy or threw a threat, rather shady scenery, Zhou always very calm to: "nothing."

Han also hesitated, and finally decided to believe. In any case, there was no other choice but to believe him.

"Then you are going to sleep soon," Han also urged, "you must be tired. Go to bed early and come back early."

"Well."

"That's it?"

"No

Han Yi:

Han Yifeng is in a mess. What do you want to do if you don't hang up after sleeping?

"I want to hear you sleep."

Mr. Zhou said, "put your cell phone aside and I'll listen for a while."

Mr. Zhou's voice is soft. This man's voice is usually cold and deadly. When he talks to other people, his voice is almost two people's. However, this contrast can arouse Han Yi's heart. Every time Mr. Zhou talks in this tone, Han Yi always gives up his arms, and this time is not an exception.

How long did Mr. Zhou listen to the breathing sound? Han didn't know. He only knew that he got up the next day and had no power on his mobile phone. He recalled it when he washed up. He was talking on the phone as if Zhou Yun was sleeping beside him. Last night, he was very comfortable.

Xiao Dou Bao didn't go to school today. He was ill.

When he was ill, he didn't want to go to the hospital. Finally, Han had no choice but to invite Wei Yan to come. When Wei Yan came, he took his temperature. He had a high fever. His face was red. He held on to Han Yi's hand, and the golden beans kept falling down.

Wei Yan's heart is trembling. He stealthily bites his ears with Xia Yuanqiao. What he doesn't know is that he is going to die. Xia Yuanqiao pushed him a way: "go, talk about the situation, let Han also at ease, see him anxious almost cry."

Wei Yan said that Han Jingyun just has a common cold and fever. I said it's not easy to catch a cold in this season, and I don't know how the children do it. Maybe it's sweating in school and not covering the quilt well at night. Anyway, I'll be a lively foal tomorrow.

Han also knows that it's not a big problem. After all, he still loves his children. He calls Xiaoshan and asks him to push his work. Today, he stays at home with Han Jingyun.

Han Jingyun doesn't know what's going on. He's precocious and considerate to his father. He hasn't bothered Han since he was sensible. He doesn't cry when he has a cold. When he was in kindergarten, he was the best one to worry about. That is, he was too understanding and obedient, which made Han Yixin in pain. This time, he was really like a child Yes.

When he was still young, a small group of people was lying in his arms, and there was no money for him to eat well. He was thin and small, and he would die at any time. Only Han knows how hard it is for a person with a big bean to grow so big. He also felt that he owed Han Jingyun. Whether it was in jiangman's business or in his childhood, he did not give him a good life, he felt owed.Han Yi sleeps with him on the bed. Xiaodoubao is wrapped up in Han Yi's arms, burning like a hot water bag. Han also hugs him and coaxes him to sleep. Han Jingyun refuses to sleep. Occasionally, he looks up at his red eyes like a rabbit.

"What's the matter? Why are you so tearful? Is it still hard? Let uncle Wei come back to show you? "

As early as half an hour ago, Wei Yan turned around to see the father's son clinging to people. However, such a warm scene made him feel greatly stimulated. He called and pulled Xia Yuanqiao back to heal the wound.

"No, I just miss Dad."

Han also felt that this must be with Zhou Zong for a long time, his cubs were infected silly. Still holding it in my arms and thinking about it.

He changed the topic, "Liang Ma has stewed chicken soup for you. Would you like to go down and have some chicken soup? Or send it to you? "

"Does Dad have soup?"

"Drink

"What does Jingyun want to eat, dad will accompany Jingyun to eat."

Han Jing Yun hands hang around Han Yi's neck, and his mouth curls, "Dad, don't cheat people!"

"Good."

Han Yi went downstairs with the chicken soup stewed by Liang's mother just came to the table. Both father and son didn't eat breakfast, so they ate lunch and got sick again. Liang's mother bought pickles and went home, boiled porridge and chicken soup, hoping to drive away the cold for Han Jingyun.

"You look so sticky, Liang Ma laughed at you."

Han also teases Han Jingyun.