C42 Your Aunt Won't Let You Go?
Fu Yunjian looked at himself in the mirror and then looked at Yan Xiaosui. He observed them carefully and found that they looked very similar.
Even their facial features were very similar!
Special Assistant Zhang stood by the side and looked at them carefully. He also felt that Fu Yunjian and Yan Xiaosui looked very similar.
Yan Xiaosui leaned on the edge of the bed and turned to look at Fu Yunjian. "Uncle, do we look like each other?"
Fu Yunjian smiled faintly. He picked Yan Xiaosui up and put her on his lap. He reached out and took the mirror from her hand.
He looked at the two of them and looked at them again. He still felt that Yan Xiaosui was too similar to him.
Fu Yunjian seemed to have thought of something and his deep eyes darkened. He asked, "Sui, how old are you this year?"
Yan Xiaosui leaned in Fu Yunjian's arms. Her tender voice sounded in the room, "Five years old."
Mommy only said that she could not tell others about her address and school. She did not say that she could not say her age.
Five years old.
Fu Yunjian looked at Yan Xiaosui and said to Fu Jingyan, "Then let me ask you another question. Why were you at the coffee shop yesterday?"
Yan Xiaosui blinked her big round eyes and looked at Fu Jingyan out of the corner of her eye. She saw that he pursed his lips tightly and her eyes twitched. She opened her mouth and said, "There are delicious desserts in the coffee shop. I want to have a taste. She secretly went out to the coffee shop "
"Secretly? Your aunt doesn't want you to go?" Fu Yunjian caught the key point in her words and began to talk.
"Yes, my family doesn't allow me to eat sweet food." Yan Xiaosui pouted and complained discontentedly, "They don't allow me to eat fried food and pickles. They won't allow me to eat spicy food, sour food, and high-intensity exercise... "
She listed quite a few.
Fu Yunjian listened to Yan Xiaosui list a few things and immediately linked the things that the doctor said about her heart being bad yesterday together.
Now that he heard her say these things personally, Fu Yunjian was sure that she had heart disease.
"Does your family care about you so much?"
"Yes." Yan Xiaosui seemed to enjoy being gently caressed by Fu Yunjian.
Every time Fu Yunjian touched her hair, she would deliberately put her head closer to his wide palm.
Fu Yunjian also noticed her movement. His originally tense face had already relaxed.
For some reason, when he carried Yan Xiaosui, it was like he was carrying his child.
"Is he suddenly sick?" Yan Xiaosui reached out to touch Fu Jingyan's hand and turned to look at Fu Yunjian. "When he came to the hospital to see me at noon, he was still fine."
When Fu Yunjian saw Yan Xiaosui's innocent eyes, he was at a loss for words and did not know how to explain.
If he had known Little Bun would vomit again, he would not have asked him to go to the hotel to try the dishes.
He originally wanted to let Little Bun eat well, but he did not want to make a fool of himself.
Fu Yunjian's deep voice rang in Yan Xiaosui's ears, "It was I who did not take good care of Little Bun."
"Is that so..." Yan Xiaosui nodded as if she did not understand. Then she climbed from Fu Yunjian's legs to the bed and sat with Fu Jingyan at the head of the bed.
She took the iPad computer from the bedside table and said, "Password."
Fu Jingyan raised his hand and entered the password. He looked at her doubtfully, not knowing what she wanted to do.
Yan Xiaosui opened the location of the connection to the network and typed in the password. She connected the iPad computer to the network.2
"Why don't you have any software for this iPad?" Yan Xiaosui muttered softly.
Then, she opened the application market and started to download the software.
Not long after, the two video apps were installed. Yan Xiaosui clicked open one of them and directly clicked on the view record under her account.
Very quickly, the sound of cartoon came from the originally quiet ward.
Fu Yunjian looked at Sui's well-practiced movements and thought that this was the reason why she came in.
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