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"Zebao, Zebao." Song Yu knew that he had a nightmare and was trapped by the nightmare. He patted his little face distressedly, called his name anxiously, and responded to him: "Zebao is not afraid, Mommy exist."

But he didn't know what he dreamed about, he was trapped in a dream, and he only called her over and over again, sadly, painfully, and desperately.

Song Yu was so distressed that he began to shake his body, his voice became louder and more anxious: "Zebao, Zebao, wake up Zebao, Mommy is here, Mommy is here!"

Song Ze seemed to be choked. After a low sob, he burst into tears suddenly. When he opened his eyes and saw Song Yu, he threw his head into her arms and hugged her tightly. She wailed loudly, "Mommy, Mommy!"

He cannot die.

He didn't want to see Mommy cry, didn't want to see Mommy so heartbroken and desperate.

"It's okay, Mommy's here." Song Yu patted his back lightly, lowered his head and kissed his forehead, and gently rubbed his little face to soothe his emotions.

outside.

Fu Hanyu was knocking on the door, shouting worriedly: "Fish."

Lu Ci went too far, knocking on the door vigorously: "Yu'er, it's all right, what's wrong with Zebao? Is he sick again, say something, if you don't speak, I'll kick the door."

Song Yu knew that he could do anything, and said, "It's okay, Zebao has a nightmare, you go back to sleep!"

Doorway.

quiet down.

Song Ze cried for a long time before he recovered, his eyes were red and swollen, he sniffled in embarrassment, and cried hoarsely: "Mommy, I'm fine."

"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked him warmly.

Song Ze shook his little head, and said fearfully, "I dreamed of a ghost."

He wouldn't tell Mommy that Mommy would be worried about what he dreamed about.

Of course, it is true that he dreamed of a ghost. He dreamed that he had become a ghost.

"It's okay, Mommy is here, I'm not afraid of ghosts." Song Yu comforted him, hugged him again, and kissed him on the forehead: "Go to bed, and if you dream of a ghost again, tell it, Mommy It will attract lightning to strike it, and it will be afraid."

She felt that this kid wasn't telling the truth. Whenever he was afraid of ghosts, when he went up the mountain with her when he was a child, he dared to sleep in the cemetery.

"Yeah." Song Ze arched his little head in her arms, smelling the warm and fragrant scent on her body, and finally felt relieved.

It's all a dream.

Dreams are the opposite of reality.

Song Yu had just turned off the lights when he heard someone was still at the door and called out, "Fu Hanyu?"

After a while.

Only then did Fu Xun's weak, small, pitiful voice sounded: "Aunt Yu'er, it's me."

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, and said, "The door is unlocked, come in by yourself!"

Fu Xun pushed the door and walked in, holding a pillow in his arms, looking at her with big eyes full of longing, mustering up his courage, and then weakly asked: "Aunt Yu'er, can I sleep with you?" ?”

He also thought about it and slept with Aunt Yu'er.

Song Yu smiled, patted the bed, and said, "Come on, let's sleep together."

Song Ze also greeted generously: "Fu Xun, come together."

Fu Xun's big eyes flashed with obvious surprise, he ran two steps with cheerful short legs, then turned back, went to close the door, and then went to bed.

Song Yu slept in the middle.

The two little guys, one sleeping on each side, lay beside her, obediently.

Song Ze sympathized with Fu Xun very much.

Fu Xun has neither mommy nor father.

Fu Xun was a little nervous, and a little excited lying on the bed, with his small body next to Song Yu, so happy that he couldn't sleep.

If his mother is still around, she must be just like Aunt Yu'er.

Song Ze is really happy.

He is also very happy now.

A night without dreams.

the next day.

Song Yu made appointments with bigwigs in the medical field.

Xu Lao and the others, when they heard that Song Ze's biological father had been found and wanted to discuss Song Ze's next treatment, they all turned down their jobs without saying a word, and came to Song Yu's side first.

William and David didn't finish their meal yesterday, and they were also invited by Song Yu today.

After all, these two can be regarded as the masters of western medicine in the world.

The final surgery still depends on them.

Of course, the best candidate for the surgeon in Song Yu's mind is her teacher, Professor Daniel Butler.

The location of this meeting is Moyun, a high-end private custom restaurant that is not very well-known in the imperial capital and only has a high reputation in the small circle of the medical industry.

Each box is a separate small yard.

What Song Yu decided was Shuizhuju, where she would often come to.

The rockery and flowing water in the yard, shaded by green bamboos, are very unique and elegant, full of artistic conception.

As the host, she was the first to come, looking at materials in the yard, making tea, and waiting for the arrival of others.

It was about ten o'clock in the morning.

outside.

Suddenly there was a commotion.

Someone said arrogantly: "I want this yard, let the people in it get out of here quickly."

Song Yu frowned slightly, and glanced at the door coldly: Noisy!

The sound from outside is still going on.

"Young Master Deng, please stay. This is the yard that has already been reserved. I have prepared a better one for you. Take a look. Can you go to Tingyu Pavilion? We will pay for all your consumption today."

"No, I still want this yard today, get out of here!"

……

Song Yu picked up a cup of tea and took a sip, not in the mood to care who the clamoring person outside was.

After all, Mo Yun is not without a background.

Not only does it have a backstage, but the backstage is also very strong. It is one in Sijiucheng. When Lu Ci meets, he always calls out for the property bought by his brother's son. He still has a hand in dealing with those who dare to make trouble.

But there are some things that won't go as she wishes.

Some people are also lawless and arrogant.

Just heard a bang.

The door was knocked open directly from the outside.

"Young Master Deng, please hold your hands high and show Master Quan some face." The manager turned pale with fright, and hurriedly stood in front of him.

All guests who come here must hold a special VIP card.

And these cards were all issued by Master Quan himself, and the cardholders were all dignitaries in the capital, no matter who they were, he, a small manager, couldn't afford to mess with them.

"Face?" Deng Shao sneered, hugged the woman in his arms tightly, and stretched out his hand to touch the two balls on her chest, and said with enjoyment: "My baby said, we want this yard, even if Wen Hongquan comes over in person , he has to give me this face."

"Honey, you are so kind to him. He likes this yard. My friends say that the photos taken in this yard are the best." The woman rubbed against him, coquettishly.

Done.

She raised her head, arrogantly, disdainfully, and provocatively looked in Song Yu's direction.