Quick Wear: I always have strange tricks to pass levels

His phone was still stuck on the chat screen with Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming: How's it going? Is Maomao very sad?

Jiang Yiming: Speak up, is Maomao still crying?

Jiang Yiming: Why don’t you say anything? Can’t you comfort the child?

Jiang Yiming: It’s really useless.

Jiang Yiming: If Maomao can't stop crying, just send him over here.

Jiang Yiming was extremely anxious and wanted to turn back. Even if it was a remote place, he could just take all his things with him from home. Could this place really stump him?

Jiang Yiming: Speak.

Ding Shu: Maomao is very well behaved and didn’t cry at all.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows. How could Maomao not cry? Ding Shu must be comforting him, trying to reassure him. He didn't like this kind of white lie at all.

Ding Shu: [Video][Video][Photo]

Before Jiang Yiming finished typing in the chat box, he saw the video sent by Ding Shu. He clicked on it and watched it several times before finally confirming that Jiang Yu really didn't cry.

Ding Shu: Why are you still typing?

Jiang Yiming deleted the words "I'll go back to pick up Mao" in the chat box.

Jiang Yiming: I knew Maomao was a strong child.

The old father shed sad tears and bit his handkerchief silently in his heart.

Why doesn’t the child cry when he is separated from him?

The Good Dad System still couldn't understand what Jiang Yiming was thinking, so it opened the system forum.

[Why does my host not want the child to cry, but he also doesn't want the child to stop crying? ]

After completing this task, the Good Dad System felt that he could write a book called "Blue Star Parent Observation Diary".

……

Darkness, endless darkness.

Jiang Yu struggled hard, trying to see clearly what was around him.

He looked carefully and found that he was surrounded by water. No wonder he felt like he couldn't breathe. No matter how he struggled, he sank deeper and deeper.

Finally, when he gave up, Jiang Yiming's face suddenly appeared above him and pulled Jiang Yu to the surface.

But the next second, the scene changed. Jiang Yu watched Jiang Yiming jump off the tall building. He wanted to run up and grab him, but he was a step too slow and could only watch Jiang Yiming fall.

Tears couldn't stop falling from his eyes.

The next second, Jiang Yu was in the fire scene again. He saw Jiang Yiming running inside without looking back.

Suddenly, he turned into Jiang Yiming, feeling the pain of his body being burned, and he couldn't help crying.

This feeling was too real. Jiang Yu could no longer tell whether it was reality or not. He only knew that he was in pain and he didn't want Jiang Yiming to leave him.

At least not in such a painful way. He would only allow Jiang Yiming to die of old age.

……

"Doctor, the fever still can't be reduced?" Ding Shu asked the doctor beside the bed anxiously. Jiang Yu had been very well behaved these days. He didn't expect that Jiang Yu would suddenly have a fever just when he was relieved.

I feel a little scared when I think about it. It was all because he slept too soundly. If Jiang Yu’s crying hadn’t woken him up, who knows what the child would have been burned to.

God knows how scared he was when he touched Jiang Yu's hot forehead.

The doctor was a little embarrassed: "I've already given him an injection. You still can't use too many medicines on such a young child. First wipe his body with alcohol, then use a wet towel to cool him down physically. If that doesn't work, then use medicine."

Ding Shu nodded. This was caused by his negligence. It would be good if there was a solution.

Jiang Yu just kept crying in his sleep with a red face. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and he reached out to scratch it.

He worked tirelessly to wipe Jiang Yu's body, and imitated the way of coaxing children to sleep on the Internet, and kept gently patting Jiang Yu's back with his hands.

But it didn't work, Jiang Yu kept crying.

The doctor felt a little sorry, perhaps because the fever was making him uncomfortable, but the child's constant crying was no help. He was Jiang Yiming's personal physician, and knowing the child was his employer's son, he asked tentatively, "How about letting Maomao watch his father's TV series?"

Ding Shu was a little impatient: "It's already this late, and you still want him to watch TV series. Are you crazy or am I crazy?"

Ding Shu was already upset because he hadn't taken good care of the child, and the doctor made things worse. He was speechless, but his movements were still very gentle. If begging Jiang Yu would work, there was no doubt that he would beg Jiang Yu to stop crying.

It’s not that I’m annoyed, but I feel a little sad to see a child who is usually lively and healthy become so sickly.

"But it's not good to let the child cry all the time." The doctor still felt that what he said was right. "Maybe hearing the voices of his relatives will give him some comfort, and Maomao will stop crying."

"Okay, okay." Ding Shu didn't believe what he said at all, but he had been with the doctor for a long time and knew his character. If he didn't agree, the doctor would keep nagging in his ear.

The doctor happily took out his cell phone and played a TV series for Jiang Yu. He also studied child psychology, but his employer was an adult.

He was not making this up, but drawing conclusions from experiments.

Sure enough, when he heard the familiar voice, Jiang Yu's crying became softer.

Ding Shu opened his eyes wide: "Is it really so effective?"

The doctor adjusted his cuffs. "Of course, I never say anything without basis."

The TV series had already reached the part without Jiang Yiming, and Jiang Yu's crying was getting louder. Ding Shu patted the doctor, "Quick, show the part with Jiang Yiming! Isn't there a cut for a single person? Just show that one."

The doctor took a look and said, "We still need VIP."

His hands did not stop moving at all. He opened a Kiwi VIP account smoothly and successfully played Jiang Yiming's solo clip in Jiang Yu's ears.

Jiang Yu stopped crying, and Ding Shu breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing what the doctor said, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't understand this, do you? These apps have so many features. There's even advanced on-demand streaming. In addition to VIP, there's also SVIP. There's nothing they can't do, unless you can think of it."

Although his employer was a big star, the doctor didn't care about entertainment industry matters at all. This was the first time he'd heard such a statement, and he was curious: "Oh? Is it really that way?"

Ding Shu nodded in agreement, a little puzzled: "You don't follow the entertainment industry or watch TV dramas? I thought you would know something about this."

The doctor's face showed an indescribable expression: "I can't stand it at all. This app came with my phone when I bought it, and I never deleted it."

Perhaps it was because it was late at night and everyone was asleep, the doctor felt like talking.