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Finally, an hour and a half later, Huo Yanheng's fever subsided.

Leng Qingqing leaned closer to the desk lamp, read the number on the thermometer, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A slender hand holding a handkerchief appeared in her field of vision, moved up, and gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead.

Leng Qingqing's back was a little stiff. But for some unknown reason, he didn't avoid it.

"You're sweating, be careful of catching a cold." He quickly reached out his hand, a gentlemanly gesture that didn't cross the line or make him uncomfortable.

Leng Qingqing couldn't help but take another look at him.

The system exclaimed: "Ah ah, is this still the Huo Jingsen from the book!"

"dad……"

At this moment, Huo Yanheng's low murmur suddenly came from the bed beside him.

Both of them turned to look. Huo Yanheng was still curled up on the bed. He didn't wake up, his brows were furrowed, and he was calling his father.

Huo Jingsen leaned forward. He was tall and his body almost covered the entire small bed.

He heard clearly that his son was murmuring in a low voice, 'Don't... divorce'.

Huo Jingsen's eyes were complicated, and he looked sideways towards the bed, making sure that Leng Qingqing had also heard it. I just don't know what she thinks in her heart. Will she be willing to continue this marriage that didn't start out so well for the sake of her son?

Leng Qingqing was stunned.

She always thought that divorce would be good for Hengheng, but she didn't expect that he didn't want them to divorce.

Huo Jingsen stood aside without saying a word, and the atmosphere was tense.

At this moment, Leng Qingqing seemed to have turned into the scumbag who abandoned her husband and son.

Leng Qingqing was a little confused. She blinked her eyes and put the matter aside for the time being. She would think about it later at dawn.

After all, people are always prone to making some incredible decisions at night.

Leng Qingqing said: "I will stay with Hengheng tonight. You can go to sleep."

Huo Jingsen looked at her: "Hengheng's bed is too small to accommodate the two of you."

"Yes." Leng Qingqing took a step towards the bed. Unexpectedly, he seemed to know what she was thinking. He approached the bed first and picked up Hengheng.

Leng Qingqing was very satisfied with his success, but she didn't show it on her face to prevent him from being proud: "Okay, take Hengheng to my room."

Huo Jingsen: "...Okay."

Before leaving Leng Qingqing's bedroom, Huo Jingsen looked back. Leng Qingqing was leaning on the bedside, her long hair flowing down, and she gently touched Heng Heng's forehead to check if she had a recurring fever.

Huo Jingsen closed the door, with a rare trace of regret on his face.

In fact, what he wanted to say before was - my bed is big, go to my bed.

**

It was close to four o'clock in the morning, and a desk lamp was turned on in the deserted bedroom.

Huo Yanheng, who was lying on the bed unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes a little.

His little face was still a little red, but he was in much better spirits than before.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Huo Yanheng saw his mother's peaceful sleeping face next to her. Leng Qingqing took a long breath and was already fast asleep.

Huo Yanheng seemed to have woken up, unable to sleep for the time being. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the ceiling.

In fact, he woke up after the fever subsided, or in other words, his consciousness was always awake, but he could not open his eyes or speak.

The fever was so severe that Huo Yanheng was dizzy.

But he could hear everything the people around him said.

He heard his parents talking and felt someone taking his temperature and touching his forehead.

He felt that the blood in his body was hot as fire for a while, and condensed into ice for a while. A pair of very warm hands gently stroked his cheeks, and a towel was used to take the trouble to physically cool him down.

Huo Yanheng thought, he knew who it was.

After a while, Huo Yanheng's consciousness broke away from the swamp and completely woke up from his drowsiness.

But he didn't dare to open his eyes hastily. He only saw the hazy yellow light and the voice in his ears.

Although he couldn't see anything, he could feel the alienating atmosphere in the room.

He thought about his parents getting divorced. In fact, this matter became Huo Yanheng's 'heartache'. He didn't want his parents to divorce.

When one is sick, one's willpower is at its weakest. What's more, Huo Yanheng is only a four-year-old child.

But facts have proven that Leng Qingqing is determined to divorce. It cannot be changed.

Huo Yanheng's clever little mind realized that this was a good time. You can use the fever to speak out what is in your heart.

As a result, a few tears overflowed from the corners of Huo Yanheng's red eyes, and he faintly shrank his body and began to sob, like a helpless little animal.

The two people sitting by the bed were attracted by the sound and looked towards the direction of the sound, with worried expressions on their expressions.

"Don't... divorce." Huo Yanheng murmured, a transparent tear sliding down from the corner of his eye.

He called me daddy and mommy again, and he didn't forget about the divorce even when he was having a high fever.

No one can remain indifferent to his pitiful little appearance.

Huo Jingsen came closer, leaned down, whispered in his youngest son's ear.

"If you don't want a divorce, go to sleep."

The big hand gently slapped Huo Yanheng's small body, the movement was a bit clumsy and the force was a bit strong, causing Huo Yanheng to cough.

Leng Qingqing couldn't stand it any longer, so she took a step forward and pulled his hand away: "Forget it, let me do it."

She couldn't help but mutter: "Aside from making money, I'm really useless."

Huo Jingsen: "..."

Should he take that as a compliment?

The system muttered in her ear: "Since it is Huo Yanheng's wish, you still have to think carefully in case he is stimulated and turns black..."

The consequences could be disastrous.

The system shuddered: "Otherwise, we'd better stay together."

Leng Qingqing lowered his head, stared at Hengheng's sleeping face, smoothed his frowning eyebrows with his fingers, sighed, and said in his mind: "Forget it, for Hengheng, I will temporarily sacrifice my happiness. "

"..." System: "Although, it actually doesn't make much difference to you whether we get divorced or not."

Leng Qingqing thought about its words carefully and nodded: "You seem to be right."

Anyway, for Hengheng, I can only make do with this.

**

The next day, Leng Qing woke up feeling a little out of breath and feeling heavy on his body.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that Huo Yanheng was clinging to her body like a little octopus, sleeping soundly.

She reached out and touched his forehead. The fever had subsided. No need to get injections today.

The teacher from Hengheng's kindergarten called to express his condolences and said that the children in the class were very worried about him.

After saying a few words, the teacher mentioned it carefully.

"Hengheng's parents, would you and Hengheng's father come into our class group?"

In the past, the original owner didn't care about Huo Yanheng at all, but only 'pushed' Huo Yanheng to study hard. The huge curriculum was placed on the child, like a face-saving project.

In fact, she didn't care at all whether Huo Yanheng had friends in kindergarten or whether he was happy every day, and she never asked.

The previous teacher also asked the original owner to join the class group to better observe the child's all-round development in the kindergarten.

But the original owner agreed at the time and forgot about it within a few hours. She even didn't click on the group chat invitation sent by the teacher.

After a while, the matter was shelved.

In the National Day auditorium this time, the teacher saw Leng Qingqing and her husband attending together and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the relationship between the two was still very good.

When she first became the head teacher, she was worried that the family would not cooperate.

Especially some time ago, Shen Han transferred to another school, and Xiaoyue also transferred to another school.

But the things she worried about didn't happen.

Leng Qing opened WeChat and said cooperatively: "Okay, teacher. Please invite me."

The teacher agreed: "Okay, how about I add your WeChat account first?"

(Group chat of the middle class of Shengye Private Kindergarten)

Teacher Aite introduced the new member.

[Parents who are new to the group, please change the group name to your child’s name + dad/mom]

During this time, there are still many parents diving in the group.

Parents are a little confused. How long has it been since school started? Why are there still parents who haven’t joined the group? It’s too careless.

The next second, the new parent who joined the group changed the group name to——

【Huo Yanheng’s mother】

???

The entire parent group exploded.