Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

The rain outside the window seemed to have stopped, the leaves were lush and green, and the little bird that had been hiding somewhere before was now standing on the branch combing its feathers.

Standing in the attic and watching the trucks covered with tarpaulins driving out one after another, Qingyun looked up at the dark sky again. She felt a little guilty at the moment.

Will there be a flood in the spring? Qingyun scratched his head and decided to check it out.

There will be spring floods in spring, and there will also be flood disasters if there is too much rain.

Seeing this result, Qingyun couldn't tell whether she was relieved or worried. Her suspicion was not groundless, but what would happen if such a disaster really happened?

She should have Feng Zhou be ruled by only good people, without any internal power struggles, and wholeheartedly serving the people and the country.

It is precisely because there was no such peace and prosperity that Fu Shengyu ended up like that, and there is also the possibility of change.

I don’t know whether it was lucky or unfortunate, but at this moment Qingyun felt very lucky when she thought of the truck that was leaving, because Fu Shengyu was listening to her carefully.

I just hope that everything she is worried about is an illusion, and that she went out shopping today just to have a few sumptuous dinners.

Unfortunately, not everything in this world can go as one wishes. In less than half an hour, it started drizzling again.

Qingyun was a little worried. She went to the door and took another look, and there were still dark clouds.

Something even worse happened. Qingyun suddenly felt uncomfortable in her throat. She opened her mouth and uttered a few syllables. It was her throat that was inflamed and sore, not that she was going to become mute.

In contrast, Qingyun went to find Jin Qiao in a relaxed mood.

"Sister Jinqiao, my throat hurts."

Jin Qiao was tidying up her cloakroom and she almost fainted when she heard this.

People like them who are sent to take care of children don’t actually care whether the children are naughty or not, or whether they can eat well and dress well. They have their own ways to deal with these things. If they really can’t, they can ask their employers for help and give the children some loving education.

But it’s a big deal if a child is sick. If it’s a serious illness, it’s basically no problem for them, but if it’s a minor illness, it’s definitely because they didn’t take good care of the child.

"Miss, come here, I'll check if your throat is inflamed." Jin Qiao immediately squatted down and turned on the flashlight, and her throat was indeed red and swollen.

Jin Qiao took Qingyun to the small sofa in the cloakroom and sat him down. She first called the internal hospital and then called the boss's personal assistant.

After the notification was made, Jin Qiao asked Jinyu to notify the kitchen not to prepare anything that would cause irritation or be difficult to swallow for dinner.

"Miss, can we go to the living room downstairs and wait for the doctor to come and see us?" Jin Qiao bent down, took Qingyun's hand and walked outside.

While waiting for the doctor in the living room, Jin Qiao felt that her previous thoughts were completely wrong.

When she was learning how to take care of a child, she felt that those full-time mothers were so pitiful. Everyone thought that taking care of their own children was their natural duty, so they should be meticulous, omnipotent, and without any mistakes, and they didn't even get any pay for their hard work.

If the child gets sick, all the fault will be attributed to the mother for not taking good care of the child. It's really pitiful.

She is responsible for taking care of children. She is responsible for paying attention to the children's diet and daily life, not allowing them to drink cold water, not allowing them to eat food that will cause indigestion, not letting them bump into anything, and also for the placement and storage of the children's valuables.

Except for the last item, which is her expertise, the previous tasks will be undertaken together with another colleague. They will receive rewards together and make mistakes together.

In fact, she felt that those working mothers were also very pitiful. She saw people yelling at them, saying whether work was more important than having children.

But now she is more pitiful. They have been very careful. They take turns getting up once every night to see if the eldest lady has kicked off the quilt and whether the temperature is comfortable.

Recently, she hasn't let the young lady eat raw or cold food. Even though there was a bit of cold wind at the door today, she quickly persuaded the young lady to come back.

She swore to heaven that she had done her best and been very serious, and that no one should think that she was lazy or careless at work just because she had no blood relationship with the eldest lady.

She now thinks that being a full-time mother or a part-time mother is good, because at least there will be someone to explain for them. She is the mother of the child and she definitely doesn't want the child to get sick more than you do.

She and Jinyu are not the child's mother, but for the monthly salary of 5,000 yuan and occasional bonuses, they would like to treat the eldest daughter like an ancestor and take care of her.

The clothes are washed by the laundry people, and the meals are cooked by the kitchen people. They just have to take care of a child. Now that the child is sick, they cannot escape blame no matter how you look at it.

Amid Jinqiao's despair and Jinyu's confusion, the doctors finally came, a man and a woman, to prevent misdiagnosis.

Qingyun cooperated with the doctor obediently, but he still had to put on the thermometer in the end, and Jinyu hurried over to help.

As soon as the thermometer touched her skin, Qingyun shivered from the cold and felt goose bumps all over her body.

The result was good. The doctor concluded that the patient had an inflamed throat and a minor cold. He gave me a bottle of black medicine, which I had to take three times after meals, two caps at a time.

Qingyun felt very bad when she saw this medicine. In her memory, this medicine was extremely difficult to swallow. Now was the real problem.

There are still two hours before dinner time, so Jinyu asked Qingyun to drink more warm water to promote circulation and metabolism.

But Qingyun is very resistant to drinking warm water. She always feels that there is a strange taste in warm water, which actually makes her mouth taste less and less.

Jinqiao and Jinyu had no choice but to call the hospital to ask if the child could drink some honey water, as the child really could not drink warm water.

Two doctors who just returned to the hospital: …

"Of course you can, but don't make it too sweet."

There is no need for the doctor to remind you of this, because the only boss Fu Shengyu likes to drink this Fufengbao so sweet.

It’s a bit embarrassing to say it, but Goldfish still picked the prettiest cup, poured 200 milliliters of water into it and added half a teaspoon of honey, just to make it taste good.

Sure enough, a beautiful cup and a little bit of flavor can trick people into drinking more water. Qingyun drank the whole glass of water without hesitation.

Goldfish's heart was in his throat. He waited until the young lady put down the cup before he dared to speak: "Young lady, please drink water slowly and in small sips. Drinking too fast and too hastily will easily choke you."

"Water might even come out of your nose then."

Qingyun raised her hand and touched her nose. There was no water. Fortunately, she was so sick that her mind was confused, and she was not choked.