The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

These changes made Han Yi feel a little depressed. The pancakes were tossed and turned over and over again at night. I don't know how Zhou Yunshen is doing. Is it dangerous?

When he was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, Han Yi understood in his heart why Zhou Yunshen didn't want to tell him what he usually did. When he was a mother-in-law, Mr. Zhou had already seen through this, otherwise why wouldn't he tell him?

Han Yi scolded himself secretly, why can't he get rid of this problem?

At this time, the phone started to vibrate happily, and the sudden vibration in the middle of the night made him very energetic.

The caller was none other than Mr. Zhou.

"You haven't slept yet?"

"Well, not yet."

"Worry?"

"Cough," Han Yi just figured it out and didn't want to admit it, but his mouth was so stiff that he said, "I'm fascinated by reading."

"Oh."

Mr. Zhou didn't expose him, and coaxed him softly: "It's already one o'clock, if you don't go to bed, you won't be able to see the bags under your eyes tomorrow."

Han Yigang wanted to refute that his body is great, with his face, are you still worried about eye bags?Unexpectedly, before he could utter a rebuttal, Mr. Zhou suddenly arrived: "Han Yi, we are all getting old."

He said, Han Yi, we are all getting old.

Han Yi thumped in his heart, why did Zhou Yunshen bring this up for no reason?

"what happened to you?"

Han Yi was so nervous that he was sweating. Although he said he had comforted Mr. Zhou's legs, he still hoped that he would be healthy and healthy. How could he hope that his loved one would be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life?Or were there other risks of his surgery that he didn't know about?Han Yi picked Wei Yan out and cursed in his heart.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking," Mr. Zhou's voice was as sweet as honey, "We've been together for so many years, from youth to now, Han Yi, I'm 34 this year."

Han Yi didn't speak anymore, and Mr. Zhou didn't say anything. His ears fell silent for a while, and Mr. Zhou suddenly kissed him with a clear voice, as if he really kissed Han Yi's face.

"In my heart, you will always be that boy."

Said melancholy that he was getting old, and finally ended with a sentence of love, Han Yi blushed, and secretly scolded Zhou Yunshen for playing cards more and more unreasonably.

"You'd better tell me everything, or if I find out, I will definitely make you regret it!"

Han Yi felt uneasy and threw a threat, which was quite unpleasant, and Mr. Zhou said very calmly: "It's nothing."

Han Yi was skeptical, but finally decided to believe. Anyway, he had no other choice but to believe.

"Then you're going to sleep too," Han Yi urged, "You must be tired too, go to bed early and come back early."

"Ah."

"Then hang up?"

"Do not."

Han Yi: "..."

Han Yifeng was in a mess, what did he think he was going to sleep and didn't hang up the phone?

"I want to hear you sleep."

Mr. Zhou said, "Put your phone aside, I'll listen to you later."

Mr. Zhou's voice is soft. This man's usual voice is terribly indifferent. He listens too much. The next week, Han Yi always disarmed and surrendered when he spoke in this tone, and this time was no exception.

Han also didn't know how long Mr. Zhou had listened to the sound of breathing. He only knew that when he woke up the next day, his cell phone ran out of battery, and he recalled it while washing up. He slept very peacefully at night.

Xiaodoubao didn't go to school today, he was sick.

He didn’t want to go to the hospital when he was sick, so Han Yi had no choice but to invite Wei Yan to come. When Wei Yan came, he took his temperature and found that he had a high fever. It kept falling down.

Seeing this scene, Wei Yan's heart trembled. He secretly whispered to Xia Yuanqiao, and those who didn't know it thought it was a parting of life and death.Xia Yuanqiao pushed him and said: "Go, talk about the situation so that Han Yi can feel at ease, seeing that he is so anxious that he is about to cry."

Wei Yan said, Han Jingyun just has a common cold and fever. I said that this season is not easy to catch a cold, and I don’t know how children get it. Maybe it’s because they were sweating at school and didn’t cover the quilt at night, anyway. After taking injections and taking medicine, tomorrow he will be a frisky pony again.

Han Yi knew that there was nothing serious, but he still felt sorry for his children, so he called Xiao Shan and asked him to put off his work, and stay with Han Jingyun at home today.

Han Jingyun doesn't know what's going on, and he sticks to Han Yi tightly. This child is precocious, and he will understand that it's not easy for his father. Since he was sensible, he has never let Han Yi worry about it. He doesn't cry or make trouble when he catches a cold. When he was in kindergarten But the good boy who made the teacher worry the most, that is, he is too sensible and good, which makes Han Yi feel bad. He really looks like a child when he is sick this time.

Think about when he was still young, the little Tuan'er was lying in his arms, there was no money for him to eat, the villain was thin and small, and he looked like he would die at any time.Only Han Yi knows the hard work of raising a person with a big bean to such a large size.He is another one who feels that he owes Han Jingyun, whether it is about Jiang Man or not giving him a good life when he was a child, he feels that he owes it.

Han Yi fell asleep on the bed with him, Xiaodoubao huddled in Han Yi's arms, Han Yi hugged him and coaxed him to sleep with a fever like a hot water bottle, Han Jingyun refused to sleep, and occasionally looked up at him The eye circles are red, like a rabbit.

"What's wrong? Why are you tearing up? Is it still uncomfortable? Let Uncle Wei come back and show you?"

As early as half an hour ago, after seeing the doctor, Wei Yan turned his head and saw the clingy father and son. Such a warm scene made him feel greatly stimulated, and he dragged Xia Yuanqiao back to heal the trauma yelling. .

"No, I just miss Dad."

Han Yi felt that it must be because he had been with Mr. Zhou for a long time, and he infected his little bastards so stupidly.Still holding it in my arms and talking about missing.

He changed the subject, "Mother Liang made chicken soup for you, do you want to go down and have some chicken soup? Or bring it up for you?"

"Does Daddy have soup?"

"drink!"

"Whatever Jing Yun wants to eat, Dad will eat with Jing Yun."

Han Jingyun hung his hands around Han Yi's neck, and curled his mouth, "Father, don't lie!"

"it is good."

Han Yi went downstairs with him in his arms. The chicken soup stewed by Liang Ma just came to the table. The father and son didn't eat breakfast, so they ate this lunch and fell ill again. The chicken soup wanted to drive Han Jingyun away from the cold.

"Look at being so clingy, Mama Liang laughed at you."

Han also teases Han Jingyun to arrive.