After being loved by a yandere, she turned black

Jiamu went to eat alone, but he didn't know what to eat.

After eating, he went to his mother's place again. His father was gone, and Uncle Xu was alone in the ward.

Even though he said he wasn't hungry and didn't want to eat, Jiamu still brought food. Xu Huaiqing didn't want to eat anymore, so he ate some for Jiamu's sake.

Seeing Uncle Xu eating, Jiamu went to find his father again.

He also brought breakfast to Dad.

Jiamu knew that his father and Uncle Xu would not go to eat by themselves, so he took the initiative to bring them breakfast. While taking care of himself, he also had to take care of the worried adults.

Jiamu knocked on the door before pushing it open. Yan Jingxiu was sitting on the bed coughing, and Jiang Huaijing was helping him calm down.

Breakfast was placed on the table in front of the hospital bed, untouched.

Jiamu walked over and put the breakfast he brought on the table. He touched the breakfast next to him and found that it was already cold.

Yan Jingxiu saw Jiamu coming, stopped coughing and looked at him, "Jiamu, why are you here?"

Jiamu's little face was full of concern. He didn't answer his words, but asked: "Dad, how are you?"

Dad's face looked very pale, not a good look.

"Jiamu, dad is okay."

Hearing this, Jiamu didn't ask any more questions.

He knew that nothing could be gained by asking. They all treated him as a child and said nothing to him.

Even if something happened to Yan Jing Xiu Zhen, he would not tell him.

Jiamu is indeed a child, but after so many things, he seems to have become mature overnight.

At this moment, it was clear that he himself was terribly uncomfortable, but he still pretended not to know anything and cared about his father.

Jiamu opened the thermos bucket he brought, took out the millet porridge, and then walked to Yan Jingxiu.

Holding the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, he scooped a spoonful of millet porridge from the bowl, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and brought it to his father.

"Dad, have some porridge."

When Yan Jingxiu heard these words, he slowly lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the small figure in front of him, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't seem to expect that this child would be so sensible and took the initiative to bring him a bowl of hot porridge.

However, despite being a little surprised, Yan Jingxiu opened his mouth silently and slowly drank the bowl of warm millet porridge.

Jiang Huaijing, who was standing aside, watched this scene quietly, and couldn't help but feel a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.

Jiamu fed a bowl of millet porridge to his father, and then picked up a steamed bun and handed it to his father.

Yan Jingxiu didn't want to eat it at first, but seeing Jiamu's concerned look, he took it anyway.

Jiamu brought a lot of breakfast.

After eating the steamed buns, Jiamu didn't feed Yan Jingxiu anything else. He knew that it was good for his father to eat so much.

After seeing his father finish eating, Jiamu looked at the transparent Jiang Huaijing and asked, "Uncle Jiang, have you eaten?"

Jiang Huaijing looked at him with some resentment, "Baby Jiamu, are you just thinking of me now? Uncle Jiang is very sad."

As he spoke, he made a look of grief and clutched his heart.

"Jiamu, uncle's heart hurts so much."

Jiamu twitched his lips and handed the remaining breakfast to Jiang Huaijing, "Hey, Uncle Jiang, I brought these for you."

"Jiamu, you know your uncle loves you the most. Why do you give to Uncle Jiang what others don't want?"

Jiang Huaijing curled his lips. Although he was disgusted with it, he still reached out to take it. He also didn't dislike that it was Yan Jingxiu's leftovers and ate it with relish.

He was indeed hungry now.

You know, taking care of Yan Jingxiu is very tiring and tiring.