Receiving the message from her, the little guy immediately stopped, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but bend downward, teary eyes, looking at her without blinking, looking like he wanted to cry, for fear that this was a dream.

Huang Xinying raised her eyes and glanced at Bing Meiqian not far away, seeing that she didn't react at all, still maintaining the sleeping position just now, she retracted her gaze with confidence, and reached out to pick up the little boss who was about to cry on the bed.

As soon as it reached her, the little guy immediately stretched out his chubby arms and hugged her neck tightly, and the hot and hot tears could no longer be controlled and slipped from his eyes and dripped between her neck.

But he didn't make a sound, not even a little crying whimper, very well-behaved and quiet, silently weeping.

Seeing this, Huang Xinying felt even more guilty and distressed.

She hugged him, walked out of the room gently, and came downstairs, only then she breathed a sigh of relief, and gently pulled out the little boss hanging on her, like a red panda, just in time to see his tears enough to sting people's eyes.

"What's wrong?" As soon as she spoke, she saw his tears gushing out, like a flood that bursts a dam, flowing more fiercely, and he looks like he is in tears.

Seeing this, Huang Xinying felt distressed and felt a little funny, she just wanted to raise her hand and wipe away the tears on his face, but he was already very sensible, raised his little fat hand, picked it up indiscriminately, and wiped it off by himself.

Inexplicably, there is a sense of "my own tears, and I have to wipe them away when I cry".

However, because of his clumsy movements and the tears that kept flowing, the little face, which originally only had two obvious tear stains, was wet with tears.

Huang Xinying couldn't help but smile, gently wiped away his messy tears, gently wiped them away with her fingertips, and then probed his forehead, "Do you still feel uncomfortable?" Well? ”

The little boss shook his head, one hand around her neck, the other hand still wiping his eyes, he buried his head in her neck, as if he would never part again.

Huang Xinying lowered her head and kissed her chin, his little black head.

The fine and soft hair made her heartstrings move and raised her hand and rubbed it, feeling that her heart, which had been up and down, had calmed down at this moment.

She hugged him, walked into the kitchen gently, and took out the food that Wang Ma had been keeping warm in the pot.

The mouth-watering fragrance came to her nose, making her already hungry stomach and couldn't help but move.

"It smells so good!" Huang Xinying couldn't help but admire, she lowered her eyes, looked at her precious son buried in her neck, and coaxed: "Do you want to eat some more?" ”

Hearing Wang's mother say that he hadn't eaten much in the past two days, Huang Xinying couldn't help but be a little worried that he would be physically exhausted.

If the nutrition cannot keep up, the self-immunity will also decline, so that the condition will not only not improve, but will worsen.

Moreover, these meals cooked by Wang Ma are light and rich in vitamins, which is the best diet therapy for children's colds and fevers.

"And white fungus pear soup?" Huang Xinying lifted the lid of the ceramic stew pot in her hand, and a faint fragrance immediately came to her nose, arousing her appetite.

"Shall we eat a little? Eat a little with your mother? After saying this to him, she had already done it herself, and the food and dishes and chopsticks were neatly placed in a tray.

Then, holding him in one hand and the tray in the other, he cautiously walked to the dining table outside the kitchen.