She told him last night that she would come to pick him up from the hospital today.

But she didn't come.

The driver said, "An An is sick."

Hearing that, Fu Shiting frowned slightly.

Qin Anan got up this morning and felt dizzy.

She thought it was because she hadn't slept well, but after eating breakfast, her body temperature was obviously high.

She took a thermometer and checked, and sure enough, she had a low-grade fever.

It was a bit windy outside today, which was one of the reasons why she decided not to go out. Secondly, she was afraid that her illness would be passed on to Fu Shiting.

Fu Shiting is recovering from a serious illness, and his body is still relatively weak and his immunity is relatively low.

When the driver went to pick up Fu Shiting, she packed a guest room for Fu Shiting.

They can only sleep in separate rooms until they get better.

Fortunately, although she was ill, Sister Zhang was better.

Sister-in-law Zhang said that she might have been infected by her illness, but she knew very well that her illness had nothing to do with Sister-in-law Zhang.

After Mrs. Zhang caught a cold, she stayed home for two days, and only came back when her symptoms subsided. After coming here, I only go out of the room when cooking, and stay in the room to rest at other times.

How could it be contagious to her?

After a while, the car that picked up Fu Shiting drove slowly to the front yard and stopped.

The driver got out of the car and opened the rear door.

After Fu Shiting was helped out of the car, he released the driver's arm.

With a cane in one hand, he strode towards the door of the villa.

He has been able to walk very steadily, but it is a little troublesome when getting on and off the bus.

Ziqiu stood at the door of the villa, watching Fu Shiting limping, and immediately hugged Sister Zhang's leg in fright.

"Don't be afraid, Ziqiu, that's your father!"

Qin Anan heard the movement in the room and came out immediately.

She had antipyretic stickers on her forehead and a mask on her face.

Fu Shiting walked to the door, saw her like this, and sighed helplessly: "Have a fever?"

"38.2 degrees, not serious." She walked in front of him with a nasal voice, "You sleep in the guest room. I'm afraid the cold will spread to you."

"You have a good rest, don't think about it." He reached out and touched her cheek, which was a little hot, "Have you taken medicine?"

"Took cold medicine. You'll be fine after two days of sleep."

"drink more water."

"Drinked." She was lethargic. "I was a little dizzy. I went to bed and lay down. Although you have been discharged from the hospital, you should be careful not to fail the re-examination."

"Go and rest! I'll play with my son for a while." After he watched her return to the room, he turned his attention to Ziqiu who was hiding behind Mrs. Zhang.

Ziqiu looked at him curiously and timidly with a pair of jet-black eyes.

"Ziqiu, come here, Dad will give you a hug." Fu Shiting put on a gentle smile, and his tone was also very gentle.

Of course Ziqiu wouldn't let him hug him.

The way he walked strangely made Ziqiu a little scared.

"Ziqiu, don't be afraid. Dad only uses crutches when he is sick." Sister Zhang picked up Ziqiu and walked in front of Fu Shiting, "Dad give you a hug, and I'll get you some fruit puree, okay? ?"

Seeing the fruit puree's sake, Ziqiu reluctantly let go of the hand holding Mrs. Zhang.

Fu Shiting took him into his arms smoothly, smelled the milky smell of his body that belonged to a child, and felt peaceful and happy in his heart.

His life seemed to be back on track from a fork in the road.

country B.

After a week of playing around, Shengbei was ready to return to China.

Before returning to China, he had to visit Xiaohan and Yun Xiaoxiao.

He brought gifts and came to Xiaohan's residence.

He rang the doorbell, and within a moment, someone came to open the door.

It was none other than Yun Xiaoxiao who opened the door for him. JrNovels.com