Xiaoshuai climbed into Anning's arms and sat down on her legs. His tired face was flushed and panting.

"The white porridge is ready. How much do you eat with the side dishes?" Luo Anning said gently to Rong Yan.

Rong Shao lay back and played for a while. He was sweating. He pulled his pajamas and frowned uncomfortably. "I'll take a bath first."

"You just sweat. You can't take a bath immediately. Cover the quilt and continue to cover your sweat." Luo Anning put his son down, picked up the quilt on the ground and covered it for him, "I feed you?"

Rong Shao's eyes were watery and bright, "good."

The little guy began to brush the sense of existence and raised his hands: "Ma Ma, I want it too, I want it too!"

"Well, you both have a share, all right?" Pick up the porridge and feed it to the big one. The small one also yells for food. Luo Anning just wants to feed it. His wrist is buckled by Rong Yan. His eyebrows frown: "let someone bring the second bowl spoon again."

"You just have a fever, not a cold. Xiaoshuai should not be so easily infected?" Luo Anning sighed at his delicate mind.

"Not easy doesn't mean you won't be infected." Rong Shao insisted.

Luo Anning looked at him with a serious look on his face, and looked down at his eyes, hoping to smash the bowl and eat his son. He wondered whether father's love was so unremarkable?

Finally, Luo Anning compromised and asked the servant to bring back the bowl and spoon and feed her husband and son. It is rare that neither father nor son competed for favor and got along well with each other.

"By the way, Xuewei just called me and said to go to Thailand for two days next weekend. What do you think?" Thailand is relatively close and suitable for short distance tourism.

Rong Shao raised his eyes and asked, "do you want to go?"

Luo Anning drank a mouthful of porridge, "I don't care, but since it's rare for everyone to have time to go out and play together, it's not impossible."

Rong Shao hooked his lips and smiled, "then go."

"But your body..." she hesitated.

His illness came suddenly, his fever was high again and again, and the whole person was much weaker now.

Peace in the eyes, pain in the heart.

Rongyan pinched her soft little hand and gave her wordless comfort: "don't worry, your husband is not so weak. This little disease won't break me down."

Luo Anning took his hand and said, "well, you have to get better quickly. Let's go to Thailand!"

"HMM." Cool response.

Xiao Shuai flung open his hand and hugged Ma Ma's hand. "Ma Ma, where are you going? Shuai Shuai also wants to go! Want to go!"

"Er..." Luo Anning choked and took his son. It's obviously a little inappropriate.

Look at each other with Rongyan, the two eyes meet, easily understand each other's meaning, and then look at each other and smile.

Little one was ignored, and he was unhappy with his mouth, nestled in Ma Ma's arms, staring at him hostile, as if he was afraid that he would take him Ma Ma.

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Finally ushered in the weekend. Wu Xuewei flew to s city on Friday night. Feng churui was still sleeping early on Saturday morning. She was too excited to sleep.

A man got up and ran to the kitchen to make breakfast. After making it, he went back to the bedroom and lay down by the bed, "Uncle Feng, get up!"

Feng churui opened his eyes and saw her lying on the side of the bed with her chin on the back of her hand.

He hooked his hand at her and said, "come here."