The chaebol's little wife: Uncle, you are going to spoil me!

Jiang Chenfeng left first, Wei Aihua stayed, prepared the milk, and went to sleep on her son's hospital bed.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law are taking care of little Dingxian. "Mom, when will uncle and aunt come back?"

"No, it's already the ninth day of the first lunar month, so it's probably going to be soon. Your aunt's flight is tomorrow night, so she won't be home until the day after tomorrow."

Ning'er: "Don't tell my aunt yet, or they won't have a good time in the last two days."

Suddenly, Ning'er and Jiangsu made the same choice as their uncle and aunt did. At that time, they were still young and didn't understand why the baby tiger was sick without telling the family. Now they seemed to understand.

As expected, for some things, you have to reach a certain age and experience them personally to understand how other people felt at the time.

Old Jiang walked around the house, but there were no sons, daughters, or grandchildren at home.

He paused for a moment, then paced back and forth restlessly again.

Butler: "Master, what's wrong?"

"I don't know how my little great-grandson is doing."

The housekeeper was shocked, "Xiao Su and Ning'er didn't bring Ding Xian to the Ning family?"

Elder Jiang sighed and frowned, "Silly, my little great-grandson has been feeling unwell on and off. Which parent would go through all this trouble when their child is unwell?"

Housekeeper: “Well, well,” there’s no one at home these days.

Jiang Lao pursed his lips and pressed his hands on the edge of the sofa, "He kept it a secret from us. He must be in the hospital."

Mr. Jiang has raised children before, so he was not surprised. "The fever kept coming back, and he had to stay in the hospital for a few days." They kept it from him because they were afraid that he would worry, and they were also afraid that he would run around and make the children worry.

The old man fears the cold winter and the beginning of spring the most.

In the past two days, he didn't go out when his friends invited him.

Old Chen's granddaughter came back from abroad, but he didn't go to see her.

In the yard, he built a big snowman for the children in his family. The snowman was taller than himself and looked like a giant in the eyes of the children.

"Hey, when will the kids come back?" I miss them so much.

The taxi stopped at the door, and the driver looked at the door in surprise, "This, this is Mr. Jiang's house? Are you Mr. Jiang's son?"

Su Jingnian paid the taxi fare and said, "No, he is my uncle."

After getting off the car, the driver didn't think that he would be carrying the young masters of the Jiang family. He took a photo at the door and posted it on his Moments.

Su Jingnian pushed the door open and entered.

"Oh my god, he is really the young master of the Jiang family." The driver sighed. He should have chatted more and asked more questions earlier.

Su Jingnian entered the yard and after walking for a few minutes he saw the big snowman that his grandfather had built for them. It was very tall, big, spectacular, and very thoughtful.

The snowman was wearing a red hat, which my grandfather put on by stepping on the escalator and fixing it with crushed snow.

"Xiaolong is back?" Old Jiang saw his child coming back to accompany him by the window.

Excitedly went out, "Little Dragon, you're back?"

"Grandpa~"

At night, Jiangsu stayed with his son and let Ning'er go to rest, "Little Brother Su, go to sleep."

"Girl, I had seven or eight dreams during the day, and my head was dizzy when I slept. You should go to sleep quickly." Jiangsu never gave in to Ning'er during the day. Anyway, she had her mother to accompany the fat little girl, so she wouldn't be so tired. She fell asleep first and had enough energy to take care of her son at night.

The main thing is that this kid's body temperature is abnormal at night, and I have to measure it several times a night, which is very tiring.

"You take a nap. I'll take my son out for a walk. He's been in the ward all the time, and he's become a little boy. Is that right, son?"

"Yes~"

Jiangsu laughed at his son, "You little fool."

I walked around the corridor and went to the lobby on the first floor.

It was still a little cold. Little Dingxian had an IV needle in one of his feet and was not wearing shoes or socks. Jiangsu wrapped his son in his big cotton-padded jacket, and the father and son sat together and watched people coming and going.

"Dad, yeah yeah~"

"Your great-grandfather is at home, do you miss him?"

"Hmm~"

Mr. Jiang couldn't help but knock on his eldest son's door at night, "Chen Feng, how is my little great-grandson?"

"dad?"

"Your father's thousand-year-old fox has long since become a spirit. None of you three siblings, as well as that group of children, have ever left your father's side." Elder Jiang asked, "Tell me, has the fever gone down?"

Jiang Chenfeng: “…”

Xiao Dingxian coughed a few times, Jiangsu took his son back to the ward, took his temperature, and found that he still had a low fever. The effect of the medicine seemed to be only for a short time, which was very torturous.

After taking the medicine, Xiao Dingxian fell asleep. At 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, the nurse came in and woke Ning'er up. "Brother Xiao Su? Nurse, what happened to my son?"

Jiangsu comforted his wife, "It's okay, don't worry. Go to sleep."

Ning'er always woke up intermittently, and would touch the child in her arms even with her eyes closed.

The nurse brought another bottle of liquid and directly gave Xiao Dingxian another infusion. "The child is too young. This bottle of medicine must be dripped in one hour."

After a while, the nurse pushed another instrument over. Ning'er was shocked while holding her son. It turned out that the other party was just controlling the flow rate of the medicine. She was relieved.

"Nurse, my son's mouth is always dry and no matter how much water he gives me it doesn't help."

"The child has a high fever. This is normal. Just wipe it with a cotton swab." The nurse has seen this many times and was not surprised.

Jiangsu's eyes were red, and he was holding a toast and a cotton swab, gently wiping his son's soles, palms, neck and joints to cool him down. "It's okay, this guy is as strong as a calf. People say that fever is a good thing, and the cells are killing viruses and sterilizing."

Jiangsu's comforting measures had no effect, and Ning'er was still worried.

I measured my son's temperature every ten minutes, and it was almost 40°C at its highest.

Jiangsu looked at his son's hot little ball and said, "This little thing, you are really good at torturing people." He pinched his son's nose and said, "I will throw you into the training hall even after you recover."

Seeing his son having fever again and again, he looked worried.

Jiangsu had an idea, "Girl, if the fever doesn't go away, let's take our son abroad for medical treatment."

He suddenly thought of his uncle. At that time, his 18-year-old uncle took care of him when he had repeated fevers. He decisively went abroad and stayed by his side all the time.

"Brother Xiao Su, which country are you going to?"

Jiangsu: "Don't worry, I'll contact you."

Holding his son's chubby feet, he said, "Hurry up, my son."

The next day, the fever subsided and he felt a little better. "Yeah yeah~" Xiao Dingxian looked at the person who came and was very happy.

"Oh my, my little great-grandson." Elder Jiang hugged the child, "Look, your uncle is here too."

"Longbao, didn't you go back to your hometown? When did you come back?" Jiangsu asked.

"Long Bao arrived home the day before yesterday and returned to the old house to accompany his grandfather yesterday. "My mother and brother will both be back on the flight tonight."

It’s time to say goodbye to my happy hometown.

A group of sisters-in-law lay on the swings, each saying that they didn't want to work, but each had to face reality.

Xingwanye also has a city lord conference, which is the focus of the new year's goals.

"This place will soon become an empty island again." An Kexia said with a little sadness.