Outside the window, the sky is bright.

As soon as Song Yuheng walked out of the bedroom, his legs were hugged by the rushing Xiaotuanzi. He leaned over and picked him up. Seeing that his eyes were red and he was obviously frightened, he rubbed his head.

"Don't be afraid, uncle is here."

Song Chenchen's eyes were foggy, and he looked into the bedroom, "Uncle, will Mommy get better? I'm afraid."

Song Yuheng nodded, "Well, uncle, I assure you that she will get better when her fever subsides. Be good, don't scare yourself by thinking about it."

Song Chenchen leaned on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice, "Uncle, I'm so worried about Mommy, is she too tired? I don't want to see her so tired."

Song Yuheng carried him into the living room and put him on the sofa, "It's natural to be sick and have a fever, which means that the healthy cells in the body are fighting against the virus."

"Oh," Song Chenchen seemed to understand, "Will Mommy wake up when the healthy cells kill the virus?"

"Yes," Song Yuheng rubbed his little nephew's head, "so don't worry, illness can enhance resistance, and when Song Song wakes up, she will become healthier."

Song Chenchen nodded vigorously, "I'm going to make porridge, and I can have hot porridge when Mommy wakes up."

Seeing him jumping off the sofa and rushing into the kitchen, Song Yuheng couldn't help shouting at him, "Slow down, don't fall."

"Eh."

The little guy's response came from the kitchen, Song Yuheng stroked his forehead and sighed, Qingjun's brows and eyes were full of emotion, this child is too precocious.

At the beginning, Song Song's vital signs were too poor, and if he continued to bear this little life, it was very likely that he would die twice, so he was taken out by caesarean section in less than a month.

At that time, he was very small and lived in an incubator for a month.

They were all worried that he was not born enough to live long, so they took care of him carefully all the time.

Unexpectedly, he began to grow crazily after he got out of the incubator, once surpassing the children born at the same time.

It's just that God treated him too harshly, and he suffered from blood clotting disorders at a young age.

He understood that Song Song insisted on going north, and after going through all kinds of hardships, he had to work out an alternative plan for Chenchen.

It's really that this child is too smart, but also too lovable.

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When Song Weiwei was half asleep and half awake, she heard the vibrating buzz of her mobile phone, but she ignored it.

After a while, the phone vibrated again.

She opened her eyes, the room was dimly lit.

The screen of the mobile phone emits a faint light, which hurts her eyes.

She moved her arms, only to feel sore and weak all over.

After a while, she struggled to get up and grabbed the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Seeing the caller ID, she trembled all over, and her whole body was jolted awake.

She hesitated for a moment, then answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Secretary Song, you're absent from work for no reason..." The man on the other end of the phone froze, and his tone suddenly changed, "What's wrong with your voice, are you sick?"

As soon as Song Weiwei spoke, she realized that her voice was extremely hoarse.

Hearing Li Baihan's voice at this time, she was almost a little hard to face.

"I'm fine," she said coldly when she thought of who she was going to lie here alive.

"President Li, what do you want from me?"

Li Baihan frowned.

Her voice was too hoarse, and she sounded weak, "It's nothing, have you taken your medicine?"

"Thank you, Mr. Li, for your concern. If you have nothing important to do, I'll hang up first." Song Weiwei didn't want to hear his voice.

Because hearing his voice, she would think of everything that happened last night.

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