"It seems he has a fever, let mommy take a look." Shen Wanxing stretched out the back of his hand to confirm his temperature again, but the child avoided him.
The little boy slid off the chair and moved.
He pulled the chair a little further away from Shen Wanxing.
This made Shen Wanxing a little puzzled.
Zhou Zhou always sticks to her, but he has never been so distant from her.
"Zhouzhou?"
Shen Wanxing shouted softly.
The little boy lowered his head and didn't respond. Shen Wanxing thought he had a fever, but he wasn't sure.
"Uncle Fu, please help me get the thermometer."
Shen Wanxing didn't see the child's expression, but was a little worried and patted his back, "Zhou Zhou, are you sad?"
She didn't know if the child was really sick. He didn't seem to be very good at acting like a spoiled child. He had a stubborn temper since he was a child and liked to carry it on his own.
The child shook his head.
He didn't speak.
"Ms. Shen, here's the thermometer."
Fu Bo handed the thermometer to Shen Wanxing and stood aside waiting to see the results. He was also worried about something going wrong with the child, and he usually took care of it at home.
"Did you catch a cold last night?"
"have no idea."
Shen Wanxing slept extremely well last night.
She didn't know what happened to the two children, whether they kicked off the quilt.
"Come here Zhou Zhou, can you let mommy take your temperature?" Shen Wanxing saw that he didn't move, so she moved to the child's side and took a test behind his ear.
Low fever.
"I have a fever, let's ask the doctor to take a look, okay?"
The medical team at home should also come in handy.
The child shook his head. He was not even ready to eat breakfast. He pushed Shen Wanxing away and trotted away.
"elder brother!"
"Hey, Zhouzhou, where are you going?"
He Chengze stretched out his hand to stop the child, but he was such a loser that he couldn't even stop a three-and-a-half-year-old child.
"Zhouzhou!"
"Brother, please slow down! Mommy said you are sick. We should take medicine when we are sick."
"Uncle Fu, please bring the doctor over, and I'll go take a look at the child."
Shen Wanxing warned and ran over with the child.
"What's going on? Mr. He, it seems that the young master is having a conflict." Lin originally came to have breakfast, but it was obvious that he couldn't.
It seemed like something big happened to the He family.
"Sir, the young master is sick. Maybe the child is a little upset when he is sick. It's nothing. You were like this when you were a child." Uncle Fu reassured.
He is very calm and he is a experienced person.
"So these are father and son."
"Lin Yuan, stop saying a few words and no one will treat you as a mute."
He Xizhou took a look and suppressed the worry in his eyes.
Father and son are connected, and he understands to some extent what his son is thinking.
"Zhou Zhou, slow down."
Shen Wanxing chased him to the second floor, but the child ran directly to the children's room and locked it.
"Zhouzhou, what's wrong with you? Can you open the door for mommy?"
Shen Wanxing felt that this problem was a bit serious. The children actually closed the door and locked it completely unable to open it. She could only knock on the door outside, "Zhou Zhou?"
This child's mood is very abnormal.
"Miss Shen."
"Uncle Fu, where is the key to this room?"
"This... I don't know. I'll ask someone to look for it." Uncle Fu also forgot where he put the key. They never lock the children's room. The two children don't lock the door even when they sleep. , because adults always come to check on the situation in the middle of the night.
Shen Wanxing sighed and frowned.
Very worried.
He Xizhou and Lin Yuan came over slowly.
"He Xizhou. What happened to the child? Did he lock himself in a room when he was sick before?" Shen Wanxing really had no experience in dealing with Zhou Zhou, so he could only ask He Xizhou, the father.
"I'll do it."
He Xizhou said calmly.
He knocked on the door.
"Open the door."
His voice is very intimidating as soon as it comes out.
"Be gentle, he is sick."
Shen Wanxing tugged on his sleeve, "Don't be so mean to him."
"A loving mother often loses her sons."
He Xizhou also criticized her.
"I see you..." Shen Wanxing originally wanted to scold him, wondering how he would end up being so cruel. As a result, there was actually movement from the children's room.
After a while, the door was opened.
Really effective?
It turns out that this is the way father and son get along.
"Zhou Zhou, if you don't feel well, tell mommy, okay?" Shen Wanxing said softly, and she picked up the child.
I found that the child's eyes were red.
He held back tears.
"Are you feeling very unwell? Let's wait for the doctor to come and take a look."
Shen Wanxing sat beside the bed and put the child on the bed.
The child turned away and didn't even look at her.
Is this awkward with her?
"Zhouzhou, did Mommy do something that made you sad? Are you angry with Mommy?"
Shen Wanxing is very gentle and gentle.
"Brother, I'm here to accompany you. Let me eat steamed buns for you."
Jiaojiao bit into a meat bun and handed one to her brother. The little cotton-padded jacket was quite warm and her smile was very cute.
"Brother doesn't want to eat meat buns. Can Jiaojiao eat it by herself?" Shen Wanxing stuffed the soft buns into Jiaojiao's hands. She couldn't eat such greasy food even if she was sick.
"oh."
Jiaojiao is still a little disappointed.
"Why is my brother sick?"
Jiaojiao sat next to her brother and looked at him.
"Maybe Jiaojiao is too clingy, so my brother got sick."
"I don't have one. Huh, I'm going to find my cousin." She wanted to eat fried chicken legs, and she wanted her cousin to take her to find Sister Tiantian. Then she brought back a bunch of fried chicken legs for her brother, and he saw Chicken legs will definitely prevent you from getting sick.
Chicken legs are a good cure for diseases.
"The doctor is here."
He was going in and out of the children's room, and Forbes brought the doctor here.
Shen Wanxing stepped back to give them a seat, and she happened to be standing next to He Xizhou.
"Since you know your son so well, can you tell me what's wrong with him?"
She had to ask He Xizhou for help at this time.
"What do you think?"
"I don't want to speculate with you, just tell me directly. I don't want the child to feel so uncomfortable."
He Xizhou glanced at her, "The last time he was so awkward was because you came back and went on a hunger strike."
This kid never yells hysterically, he has his own logic and knows what to do to get what he wants.
"Is it still me this time?"
"You can ask him yourself. There's no point in asking me. This is your son. Even mothers don't understand it, and I don't understand it either." Some words are more effective for children to say, and He Xizhou didn't want to challenge this. Layers of window paper.
This will do him no good.
"When I ask you, it's like I didn't ask. It's a waste of time."