Picked Up A Small Cannon Fodder

As soon as Jiang Mu's words came out, there was silence all around.

It's just... scumbag and frank and shameless, anyone who sees her will say shit.

Even when a child is held in his arms, he doesn't understand these things, he just knows how to watch the excitement.

Jiang Fang probably grew up in his aesthetic point. He was at a disadvantage when he saw two adults as a young man. The little speaker with a sense of justice was unwilling, "Brother, fight!"

"Wash!"

The little baby was not honest in his father's arms. He was bouncing around without knowing where he got the strength after recovering from a serious illness.Feng Tingyun was afraid that if he didn't hug the child, he would drop the child, so he hugged the small horn tightly with both hands, unable to move his hands to cover his mouth, so he could only coax, "Be good, baby, don't say."

Only then did Jiang Mu realize that the people around him were looking at him strangely, and they were making a joke.

Jiang Fang looked this way, and the little trumpet saw the big brother turned around and smiled happily at him.

Little Trumpet became skinny due to illness, like a skinny monkey with big eyes. If it wasn't for his whiteness, he would probably only be ugly.Jiang Fang only looked at it for a while and then took it back. He likes cute little things, but he doesn't like ugly ones.

Jiang Mu felt that he was also a respectable person, and his youngest son's injury didn't seem to be a serious problem, so Jiang Mu quickly calmed down and took the whole family away.

Ji Min left reluctantly, but she knew that Jiang Mu was her backer, and she had nothing to eat if she angered Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu walked away in a hurry, and the crowd of spectators began to disperse.Feng Tingyun covered his forehead and sighed, with a hint of pampering and helplessness in his tone, "Baby, don't interrupt like this in the future, okay?"

Baby can't understand!

His little fist was still waving, full of a sense of justice, "Wash it, wash it all!"

The doctor in a white coat walked over with a smile on his face, Xiao Trump shrunk his neck and put his head on Dad's shoulder.

so afraid.

This uncle will stab people.

The doctor didn't know that he was on the blacklist of the little speaker, he came over to look at the little speaker, smiled and said to Feng Tingyun, "The child is in good spirits."

Feng Tingyun was very happy, "The current situation of the little speaker..."

The doctor felt that he had made it through, but he couldn't jump to conclusions, "Let's have an examination in the afternoon, and we can pack up and get ready to leave the hospital in advance."

This sentence made Feng Tingyun's heart sink in his stomach at once, he hugged the small horn and coaxed softly, "The baby can be discharged from the hospital, are you happy?"

The baby smacked his mouth.

After hearing about the inspection, Wei Xue came to the hospital early. She was afraid that Feng Tingyun would not be able to take care of the baby alone.

Since he had lunch at noon, the baby's energy was very good. He first did a few stretching exercises on the bed, and then he stretched his legs while lying down, his little feet dangling.

This is what Wei Xue saw when he came, the little baby was holding a feeding bottle like an old man, it was empty, and he was still sucking it with gusto.

Feng Tingyun suffocated a smile and asked him if the drink was good?

He nodded resolutely, "Father, this little milk is really delicious."

Feng Tingyun coughed lightly and didn't let himself laugh, "If it tastes good, drink two more sips."

Little Trumpet foolishly nodded while holding the bottle, and continued to suckle. Wei Xue, who witnessed the whole process, couldn't help but smile bitterly. She slapped her husband lightly, "How old are you, why are you still teasing children?"

Feng Tingyun was serious in the company, but he showed his true colors in front of his family, he smiled happily, "Look how fun the little speakers are."

Wei Xue also thinks that her son is good, obedient and cute, and he doesn't cry or get annoyed at ordinary times, but his poor health makes people feel distressed.

The couple watched for a while, and the nurse came to ask them for an examination.

Little Trumpet, who didn't know anything, was suddenly picked up, and he looked at everyone in a daze.

Where are we going, Wei Xue coaxed him, "Be good, baby, let's go for a checkup and we'll be fine."

Little Trumpet blinked half understandingly, blood was drawn for the examination, Feng Tingyun hugged his son to prevent him from struggling for a while.Wei Xue was holding a small toy to attract his attention, and the blood-drawing needle stuck in it all at once.

The little trumpet froze for a moment, and the toy in my mother's hand was no longer fragrant.

He slowly turned his head to look at the medical staff who gave the needle, and the little brother who drew the blood pressed a cotton swab on him, "It's all right."

A layer of mist filled the small horn's big eyes, and his lips trembled and trembled until he finally cried out, "The baby is going to die."

Feng Tingyun was taken aback, "Don't talk nonsense, baby, why are you going to die?"

Little Trumpet tremblingly pointed at the drawn blood, "He...dried the baby dry."

The baby is about to die.

The little trumpet was in a very sad and angry mood, why did he treat the baby like this, what did the baby do wrong.

No matter what Feng Tingyun said, he just didn't believe it. Dad must be comforting the baby.

The little trumpet stiffened into a straight strip, Feng Tingyun didn't know whether to laugh or cry and carried him back to the ward, where the little trumpet was placed on the bed.

His big eyes blinked and blinked at his father, "Is the baby still alive?"

Feng Tingyun rubbed his head, "The baby will always live healthy and healthy."

Little Trumpet was a little sleepy, he yawned, his eyelashes were wet with tears.

He smashed his mouth and finally fell asleep, and the couple stood beside him.

When the little trumpet woke up again, it was already dark outside, and Feng Hao followed his grandmother to deliver delicious food to his brother.It was the pig's trotter stewed by grandma. It was stewed all afternoon, and Feng Hao ate the whole thing at home.

The pig's feet were packed in an insulated bucket, Feng Tingyun and Wei Xue had already eaten them, and now they were waiting for the little trumpet to wake up and eat.

After eight o'clock, the little trumpet finally woke up.

He was still in a daze, seeing so many people all at once, he was a little confused about the situation.

"Brother, it's time to eat." Feng Hao took the initiative to open the thermos for his younger brother. He knew that people will have strength when they are full. Feng Hao picked up a big pig's trotter with chopsticks and put it in his younger brother's hand, looking at it seriously. Brother, "Eat quickly."

The little trumpet was holding a big pig's trotter in both hands, unable to speak, this appearance amused the adults.

Feng Hao frowned, "Don't you want to eat, you can't, you'll get better soon after you're full."

What he said clearly and logically, the little trumpet was right when he heard what his brother said.

He was older than himself, and he must be right.

Just as Wei Xue was about to help Little Trumpet break open the pig's trotters, he hid for a while very protective of the food, and then started to eat the big pig's trotters as if he was afraid that the big pig's trotters would be snatched away.

Grandma's stewed pig's trotters are soft and rotten, and they can be melted with a sip, and the small trumpet is delicious.

Feng Hao nodded in satisfaction, his brother is so edible, he must be ready soon.