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   Chapter 247 Qin Chi called his mother

  Fu Tingyao's face darkened when he heard the words, and his deep eyes looked at Chao Yan on the bed. The originally white face was now flushed red from the high fever, and the forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

  Thinking of the toxins in his body, which almost killed him the year before, his delicate eyebrows were wrinkled, "How come the toxins suddenly increased again?"

   "I'm also curious, this is not at all reasonable." Ning Xian looked at Chaoyan who was on the bed suspiciously, feeling distressed and a little helpless, because it was the poison brought out of the mother's womb, which is congenital and difficult to cure.

Mu Xingwan sat on the bedside, looking at Chaoyan's red face, her brows wrinkled because of the discomfort, she wiped the sweat on his forehead with a wet towel, "Why did you suddenly have a fever? It was difficult for him to have a fever last time. By the middle of the night."

  Ningxian explained: "Because of toxins in the body, a high fever means that the toxins are ravaging the body. Chaoyan is too young, and his immunity will weaken. High fever is a common reaction."

   "Is there no way to cure it? It's too uncomfortable to have a high fever." Mu Xingwan was very distressed when she saw that Chaoyan was only three years old and was going to suffer such pain.

  Ning Xian said: "It's in my mother's womb, it can't be cured."

   "Dad, Daddy..." Chaoyan was a little confused because of the high fever, and opened his mouth to call Dad, his voice was dry and hoarse.

Although Chaoyan's volume was not loud, Fu Tingyao heard it. He stepped forward and bent over to hold Chaoyan's hand. , "Chao Yan."

  Chaoyan's tone suddenly became a little anxious, "Dad, I'm very good...Dad, I will be obedient..."

  Fu Tingyao clenched the incomparably soft little hand in his hand, and his tone was a little softer than last time, "I know, Chaoyan is very good, and Dad is very happy."

  Fu Tingyao had never spoken to Chaoyan in such a gentle manner, and this was the first time.

  In the beginning, I couldn't accept that I had a son who suddenly appeared, and I couldn't accept that it was not him and the child who was born late.

   That feeling is like betrayal.

   But, no matter how cold-blooded and ruthless Fu Tingyao was, seeing his son so smart, sensible, well-behaved, and like himself, he couldn't ignore him.

   He tried to accept Chaoyan, to accept his existence.

   But I am afraid that if I find out later, I will be angry and unhappy.

   It wasn't until Wanwan accepted Chaoyan that his heart knot was resolved.

   Looking back, his father was indeed unqualified.

   When Mu Xing saw Chaoyan late, it seemed like she was having a nightmare, just like last time, she called her father not to want him in the dream.

   She comforted her gently: "Chaoyan, your father is here, don't worry, he loves you very much, but he's just not good at expressing it."

  Chaoyan seemed to have heard it, her frowning brows stretched a little, and she was no longer eagerly calling for Dad.

   Mu Xingwan breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that although Chaoyan was young, Fu Tingyao's previous attitude was somewhat shadowy in his heart, otherwise he would not have called Dad in his dreams.

  Fu Tingyao glanced sideways at Wanwan. During this time, he found that Wanwan was very concerned about himself, not only for himself, but also for Chaoyan, just like his own son.

   Does this mean that Wanwan also accepts herself from her heart and likes herself?

   For more than a year, he didn't expect any more.

   But in these short months, he once again saw hope.

  Ning Xian took the medicine, and the fever subsided not long after Chaoyan finished eating, and she slept better than before.

   Tossed until the early morning, when Fu Tingyao and Mu Xingwan returned to the bedroom.

  While lying on the bed, Fu Tingyao took the girl into his arms, rested his sharp forehead on the girl's round shoulders, and kissed her hair with thin lips, "Wan Wan."

   Mu Xingwan was a little sleepy. When the man leaned over, the familiar aura instantly wrapped her around her, which also made her feel at ease.

   "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

  Fu Tingyao raised his head, his slender fingers raised the girl's chin, the cold eyes were a little gentle, like hands, carefully watching her face, from the delicate eyebrows, the small nose tip, and the attractive lips.

   He seemed to be bewitched and bowed his head to kiss him.

  The body also pressed up.

   Mu Xingwan instinctively responded to his kiss, he kissed very tenderly and gradually became domineering, as if revealing his original strong possessiveness.

  The man panted slightly and said, "Wan Wan, say you love me."

   Mu Xingwan found that the man tonight was extraordinarily impatient and extraordinarily ruthless, "I, love you!"

The three words    were knocked out.

   Fu Tingyao buried in her neck, "Wan Wan, you will be by my side for the rest of your life."

   is not a question, nor a question, but an affirmation with a strong possessiveness, but a little prayer is faintly mixed in it.

   "I will, I will be by your side for the rest of my life." Mu Xingwan hugged the man tightly, she said it with certainty and seriousness, never before.

  Fu Tingyao felt relieved after hearing this, but he didn't mean to stop.

   Before Mu Xing went to sleep in the evening, the man in front of him was dormant in front of him, he didn't leave, and he didn't mean to give up.

  The next day, when Mu Xingwan woke up, it was already noon. Thinking of Chaoyan, she hurriedly ate lunch and went to see him in the room.

   Chaoyan's room is also on the second floor, but it's a bit far away.

   Mu Xingwan opened the door and walked in, and saw Chaoyan lying on the bed. This time, the fever was even fiercer than last time. Even if the fever subsided, her spirit was not very good.

   "Chaoyan, how are you feeling now?" Mu Xingwan stepped over, sat down in front of the bed, put his palm on his forehead to test the temperature, and it was no longer hot.

Chaoyan got up from the bed and came to Mu Xingwan. As soon as her small body rolled, she nestled into her arms, her two fleshy arms wrapped around her neck, and said, "I feel much better, I just had lunch. , My head was a little dizzy, so I lay down for a while. Now it seems that my mother is here, and my spirit will be healed immediately. "

  Chaoyan was a little squeamish when he was sick, and liked to be held by people. It must be held by Fu Tingyao. The warm embrace gave him a sense of security.

   Now that Mu Xingwan is holding him, it also makes him feel warm and at ease.

   Mu Xingwan hugged him and felt that his body temperature was a little low. It was probably caused by toxins in his body. In addition, the high fever last night made him collapse a little.

   Just when Chaoyan was drowsy, the phone rang.

  Chaoyan bought a new phone and put it on the bedside.

   Mu Xingwan looked back at the phone beside the pillow when she heard the sound, freed one hand to pick up the phone, and the caller ID showed Qin Chi.

   She looked down at Chaoyan in her arms, saw that he was asleep, and answered the phone for him.

   After a while, a milky baby voice came from his ear, "Chaoyan, come out and play, how about we meet at the old place?"

   Qin Chi said excitedly, some couldn't wait to meet.

   Mu Xingwan was stunned when she heard the words, and felt that the voice was a bit familiar, similar to Chaoyan's voice, probably both of them were children, and their voices were very similar.

   Hearing the voice of a child, Mu Xingwan guessed that it was his friend in kindergarten.

   "Chaoyan had a high fever last night, and she is not feeling well now, so she may not be able to go out. You can go out to play tomorrow."

   Qin Chi knew that it was Mu Xingwan who answered the phone as soon as he heard the voice. He was a little happy, but at the same time worried about Chaoyan.

   "Mom..." Qin Chi was excited for a while, forgot that he was back now, and called out to his mother in colloquial language, he hurriedly covered his mouth.

   "Are you calling me?" Mu Xingwan's voice was a little puzzled, thinking, shouldn't she be called her aunt?

   Nothing will go bad forever. Mountains and seas have their own time of return, and wind and rain have their own encounters. Difficulties will eventually be reconciled, and everything will eventually go well.

   (end of this chapter)