The disabled Zhan Ye is the father of the child, he can't hide it!

Chapter 189 Young Master Zhan Is Actually Sick

Hearing that the call was from Zhan Xiaoting, An An's eyes lit up immediately, and she happily took the call.

"Then you and Dad talk slowly, I'm going to cook." Tang Weiwei left these words and returned to the kitchen.

"Dad..." he called out happily.

Hearing An An call so affectionately, Zhan Xiaoting finally felt a little happy in his heart.

An Anke has a much more conscience than that little girl Tang Weiwei.

"Hey, dear son, do you miss Dad?" Zhan Xiaoting asked.

Although they had only met each other in the morning, An An still enthusiastically said, "Of course I do."

"What about your mother?" Zhan Xiaoting couldn't help asking.

An An raised her head and took a look. Her mother, who was busy cooking in the kitchen, felt that if she told the truth, her father would not be happy.

However, my mother said that children should not tell lies.

So after struggling for a while, An An said honestly, "No!"

Zhan Xiaoting immediately gritted his teeth angrily.

Seeing that he didn't speak, An An asked a little uneasy, "Dad, did I say something wrong?"

"No..." After Zhan Xiaoting finished answering, he began to cough.

Seeing this, An An immediately asked worriedly, "Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, just a little uncomfortable." Zhan Xiaoting replied in a weak voice, "It's probably because he didn't recover well in the hospital last time."

After finishing speaking, he coughed twice again, "It's okay, I didn't see you and your mother when I came back, so I was a little worried, now that I know that you and your mother are fine, I feel relieved, then I won't bother you, wait for my When you feel better, I'll see you again."

Immediately afterwards, he hung up the phone.

At this time, Tang Weiwei's dinner was ready.

She put the dinner on the table, glanced at the living room, and saw that An An had finished making the phone call, so she called out, "An An has eaten."

"Oh, here we come." An An came over, returned the phone to her mother, and sat obediently in her own seat.

"Let's eat." Tang Weiwei served him a bowl of rice, and said in a good mood, "Today, all my mother cooks are your favorite dishes, to celebrate our moving to a new home today."

While talking, she began to serve An An with food.

But An An looked a little listless and sullen.

Even if he saw his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, he would not be moved. Obviously, as long as he had this dish in the past, he would be very happy.

It's just because his illness hasn't recovered yet, so I don't let him eat more each time.

Today she cooked a big plate, An An should be very happy, how could he...

"An An, what's wrong with you?" Tang Weiwei frowned, put down the bowl in her hand, and asked worriedly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

As she spoke, she was about to reach out and touch An An's forehead.

An An knew that what her mother was most afraid of was getting sick. She was really scared when she got sick before.

He shook his head immediately and said, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm not feeling sick."

"Then why do you look listless?" Tang Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief knowing that he was fine.

"It's Dad who's not feeling well!" An An replied.

Tang Weiwei froze for a moment.

When she was on the phone with Zhan Xiaoting just now, she didn't notice that he was sick.

But since An An said so, she still asked, "Really? What's wrong with him? What's wrong?"

So An An repeated what Zhan Xiaoting said just now.

After repeating, he bit his lip and looked at Tang Weiwei with some anxiety, "Mom, Dad is not feeling well, is it because of me?"

Tang Weiwei immediately denied the words, "Of course not. The reason why Dad is not feeling well is because he is too busy every day and made himself sick."

"Really?" An An asked dubiously.

Tang Weiwei said confidently, "Of course it's true, mom is an adult, do you think you know more, or mom knows more?"

"Mom knows a lot."

"Isn't that enough?" Tang Weiwei patted his head and said, "Okay, Dad's illness has nothing to do with you, so stop thinking about it."

"Hurry up and eat. If you don't eat any more, the sweet and sour pork ribs that mom made for you will be cold, and it won't taste good by then."

After all, An An was still a child. Hearing what she said, she immediately forgot what happened just now, and began to feast on it.

"Delicious..." He praised while eating.

"It's delicious, you should eat more. Only by eating more can you grow tall, strong and healthy in the future." Tang Weiwei smiled and brought him some food.

An An ate very happily.

It was Tang Weiwei's turn to be absent-minded.

But because she concealed it well, An An didn't notice it.

After eating, Tang Weiwei packed up the dishes and chopsticks, took the storybook to An An's room, read the storybook, and put him to sleep.

Soon, An An fell asleep.

Tang Weiwei tucked him in the quilt, and left the room lightly. Just now she swore that Zhan Xiaoting's discomfort had nothing to do with his bone marrow donation.

It was just to comfort An An, afraid that he would think wildly, after all, because of his illness, his mind was more sensitive.

In fact, I was also a little worried. Zhan Xiaoting felt uncomfortable because of the matter of donating bone marrow, especially since he also said that he did not recover well in the hospital last time.

Because of this incident, Tang Weiwei tossed and turned a little at night, unable to sleep.

The next day.

With huge dark circles under her eyes, Tang Weiwei got up to make breakfast.

An An was taken aback when she saw her.

"Mom, you look like a national treasure giant panda..." He pointed at Tang Weiwei's dark circles.

Tang Weiwei touched her dark circles under her eyes, her body was a little stiff.

She tried her best to cover it with liquid foundation, but the dark circles under her eyes were too big to cover them.

"Eat quickly." She patted An An's head and said.

An An ate obediently, "Oh!"

After eating, Tang Weiwei was still a little worried about Zhan Xiaoting. After hesitating again and again, she still called him.

As a result, as soon as the phone's color ring rang, the phone was connected instantly, as if the person on the other end of the phone was waiting for the call.

Before she could think about it, Zhan Xiaoting's voice sounded, and he asked in a cold tone, "What do you want me for?"

"That..." Tang Weiwei asked, "I heard from An An that you feel a little uncomfortable."

Zhan Xiaoting's voice sounded a bit dull, "Hmm..."

"Is it caused by donating bone marrow to An An?" Tang Weiwei pursed her lips and asked.

"I don't know." Zhan Xiaoting's voice sounded a little cold, "Anyway, since I came back from the hospital, I've been feeling unwell."

Tang Weiwei's heart suddenly twitched.

Feeling sick after coming back from the hospital?

That is most likely caused by donating bone marrow.

(End of this chapter)