Pei nanjue and Chu Jiaxuan quickly greet them. Song Ci sees them and reaches out to wipe the sweat on his forehead. Before they can speak, he opens his mouth and says, "don't worry. He just ate something unclean and has a stomachache. It's all right now."

That little guy is making a lot of trouble for him.

"Is he really all right?" Chu Jiaxuan spoke nervously, but her heart was still high.

"It's really OK. You can take a good look at him. Don't give him expired food casually in the future. Children's intestines and stomach are not good. It's easy to have problems if you eat wrong things." Song said patiently that he understood Chu Jiaxuan's mood, so he did not speak sarcasm.

"It's OK. It's ok if it's OK." Chu Jiaxuan's heart finally eased. She followed Pei nanjue to the little guy's ward. At this time, she was watching the little guy's pale face. Chu Jiaxuan's heart ached again.

Pei nanjue looked at it. Thin lips pursed and patted Chu Jiaxuan on the shoulder: "OK, it's ok now. Don't worry about it."

Chu Jiaxuan nodded, and her eyes fell on the little guy again. Her eyes were full of pain. The little guy was so young that she had to suffer. She wanted to suffer for the little guy.

The night is getting thicker and deeper. Pei nanjue and Chu Jiaxuan are accompanying the little guy in the hospital.

The next day, the little guy had recovered a lot of spirit, but his face was still a little pale.

Seeing the little guy like this, Chu Jiaxuan's heart eased a little, as long as he recovered. Before she was a mother, she didn't know what empathy was. But when she knew that the little guy was her child, she felt that their hearts were connected. He hurt her and he laughed at her.

"Cluck, cluck..." When the little guy saw Chu Jiaxuan, he was smiling. His big eyes were crescent shaped and his small hands were clenched into fists.

Pei nanjue sat on the sofa and looked at the two people who had a good time. His face was heavy.

The door of the ward was suddenly opened, and a figure came in. Before the person arrived, the voice passed in first.

"Jiaxuan, how's spin?" Susan rushes into the ward and looks at Chu Jiaxuan.

Chu Jiaxuan looked up and saw Susan. She laughed: "Mom, it's OK. He has a stomachache. Now it's OK. He can be discharged in two days. You don't have to worry."

"It's OK. I'm really crazy to hear you say that xiaobaozi is sick." Susan was relieved to hear that the little guy was OK.

Chu Jiaxuan looked at Susan and suddenly remembered what Susan had said to her. She made a decision in her heart: "Mom, when the steamed stuffed bun is discharged from the hospital, will you take care of it? Nanjue and I have so many things to do that I can't take care of him

At ordinary times, she and Baron Pei are busy with the company's affairs, and have no time to take care of the little guy. If she leaves the baby to Susan, she can rest assured.

And she said before, she can take the little guy, if the little guy is with her, it just can relieve the boredom. Anyway, she has time, and taking care of her is the best way.

After that, she would take Susan to Newcastle and live with them.

Susan listened, her eyes flashed with joy: "OK, no problem, I have nothing to do anyway, just can give you a baby."