"Huh?" Lan Xiaoxiao stopped halfway through turning the page.

A healthy child, if he ensures adequate sleep, is unlikely to suffer from drowsiness during the day and crazy hair loss.

This is not normal!

"Is there anything else?" Lan Xiaoxiao asked seriously and eagerly.

"He said he always had nightmares."

Lan Xiaoxiao's heart tightened.

Xibao felt that the time was ripe, rolled his eyes smartly, and then said: "Mommy, I also found that Zimo is taking medicine every day. Is he sick?"

"Take medicine? What medicine?" Lan Xiaoxiao asked subconsciously.

Xibao shook his head: "I don't know. If mommy wants to know the answer, I'll ask Zimo tomorrow."

Lan Xiaoxiao was so anxious that if she asked her child about such a thing, he would definitely not know.

Zimo is autistic. As long as early intervention is needed, Zimo can gradually get better. Why does Fu Shijun give Zimo medicine?

Does Zimo have other conditions besides autism?

Drowsiness and hair loss are considered side effects of drugs. These two phenomena cannot be caused by other conditions, right?

Lan Xiaoxiao had a lot of questions to answer, especially about the child's smashing. Lan Xiaoxiao couldn't rest assured and wanted to figure it out as soon as possible.

She patiently put her two children to sleep, then got up and went outside to make a phone call.

When she walked out of the room, Xibao opened his eyes, he couldn't sleep.

It was very quiet at night, and Xibao vaguely heard the sound of mommy talking outside.

Who is mommy calling?

Bad daddy?

Lan Xiaoxiao said gratefully to the other side of the phone: "Well, thank you, I will treat you to dinner when you are free."

If she calls her bad guy daddy, mommy won't be so polite, right?

Xibao thought how else he could help mommy?

Lan Xiaoxiao couldn't sleep, so she sat on the sofa and looked out at the dark balcony in a daze.

She didn't call Fu Shijun, but called Xi Junyi.

She didn't believe Fu Shijun. Fu Shijun said that seeing Zimo might make his condition serious, but Zimo was obviously fine last time she saw him. Fu Shijun just didn't want their mother and son to meet and develop feelings, so he came up with all these excuses.

Although Xi Junyi and Fu Shijun were in the same group, Xi Junyi told her many things about Zimo. It was Xi Junyi who told her the two times Zimo went to the hospital.

In comparison, Fu Shijun is even more of a villain!

There were only three hours until dawn. Lan Xiaoxiao went back to the bedroom wrapped in a blanket and lay down next to the children.

The next day, Fu Shijun had breakfast with his son. Rarely, he still had some time, so he sent his son to kindergarten in person.

He carried Zimo out of the house, weighed the weight in his hands, and frowned.

Zimo seemed to be lighter again.

He would ask the kindergarten and the servants at home every day about Zimo's diet. Zimo's food intake had not decreased, and his body metabolism was normal. Why was he still losing weight?

Is it because I was frightened by nightmares I had every day some time ago?

In the past few nights, Zimo had been mentally building himself up, and with the help of the sachet, he didn't have any nightmares. However, every time Zimo took a shower, he found that more and more hair was falling out.

Every time he lost hair, he would pick it out and throw it into the toilet and flush it away.

Zimo didn't care at all whether he would lose his hair and become bald. Now that his father could go home every day and he could see his father every day, he was already very satisfied. He didn't want to bother his father with these little things anymore.

Worry.

Zimo is so sensible that he takes care of many things by himself and does not want to let any adults worry.

Even if Xibao Yuebao didn't ask, he wouldn't even tell them.

The driver was driving in front, and Fu Shijun sat in the back seat with his son.

He used to drive himself when sending his son off, but after seeing Lan Xiaoxiao sitting in the back seat and interacting with his son, he... also learned.

Guide Zimo to play with the small robot.

Zimo seemed to like it very much. When Fu Shijun deliberately spelled it wrong, he took the initiative to correct it.

"Is this how you fight?" Fu Shijun deliberately doubted.

Zimo nodded heavily, indicating that that was it, then picked up another piece, assembled the robot's arm completely, and told his dad with practical actions that he was right.

Fu Shijun smiled happily and touched his son's hair lovingly.

A few slightly curly strands of hair fell down. Fu Shijun's expression changed slightly when he saw those strands of hair, and then he looked carefully at his son, who was lowering his head and working on the robot.

His hair has been thick and shiny since he was a child. Zimo inherited his hair texture and had thick, shiny black hair since he was a child. However, the ends of his hair became naturally curly at some point.

The doctor said that there is nothing wrong with such changes and it is a natural phenomenon in the growth of children.

Zimo's natural curls add a bit of warmth to his autistic and silent image, making him like a little prince, kind and cute.

But now Zimo's hair is still curly, but it seems to be much thinner, not as thick and dark.

Fu Shijun felt something was wrong.

Zimo refused to let his father send him to the kindergarten. He wanted to go in alone.

Fu Shijun was not at ease, Zimo persisted stubbornly, and tried his best to push Fu Shijun into the car. He didn't say why, but he just wouldn't let him go.

Fu Shijun sighed helplessly: "Okay, then daddy will watch you go in."

Zimo then carried his small schoolbag and walked gracefully step by step. His thin body made the small schoolbag look like a big one, as bulky as a turtle shell.

Fu Shijun's heart felt like he had been pricked with needles many times, and his eyes, which were always deep and sharp, were filled with distress.

More than a dozen hairs fell off the seat. Fu Shijun picked them up one by one and held them in his hands.

"go to company."

The driver obeyed the command and stepped on the accelerator.

Xi Junyi was lying on the sofa in Fu Shijun's office and yawned, as if he had been woken up by Fu Shijun.

"Why are you here?" Fu Shijun glanced at him coldly, walked straight to the desk and sat down.

"I received a phone call in the middle of the night and was woken up. I didn't have a good night's sleep, so I came here to catch up on my sleep."

Xi Junyi turned over and sat up, looking over with teasing eyes.

"Say, old man, what's going on between you and Lan Xiaoxiao?"

"There is no situation."

Fu Shijun looked calm, not panicked or guilty, so it seemed that nothing was wrong.

Xi Junyi stood up and stretched.

"How is Zimo?"

"same as usual."

Xi Junyi came over, supported the desk with both hands, and leaned closer.

"Guess whose call I received last night."

"I am not interested."

Seeing his indifferent and unconcerned look, Xi Junyi still had to say something.

"It's Lan Xiaoxiao. She is very worried about Zimo. She asked me about Zimo's specific situation. Lao Fu, to be honest, Lan Xiaoxiao really cares about Zimo. I think even if you can't become husband and wife, you should pay more attention to your children.

Think about it, at least be a friend."

Lan Xiaoxiao would rather ask him, a person who didn't know much about Zimo's situation, than Fu Shijun, who knew Zimo's situation very well. This shows how deeply prejudiced she is against Fu Shijun.


Chapter completed!