So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

"Mom, why do you always look at me like this?" Lu Zhenyang lay on the bed, holding Lu Anyi's hand and asked curiously.

Lu Anyi was in a daze, and when she heard Lu Zhenyang asking her, she immediately came back to her senses, smiled and found an excuse to say, "I'm looking at who I look like."

Hearing this, Lu Zhenyang said without hesitation, "I definitely look like my father, does it need to be said?"

As if looking like Pei Yifeng was something to be proud of, that little face was full of embarrassment, and Lu Anyi's face changed obviously when she heard Lu Zhenyang say that she looked like Pei Yifeng.

But seeing the expression on Lu Zhenyang's face, she couldn't help but smiled in relief. It's so good to see the child's smiling face. She reached out and touched Lu Zhenyang's little head, and said with a smile, "Go to sleep." [

Lu Zhenyang looked at Lu Anyi with big round eyes blinking, and asked, "Mom, how many days will I have to stay in the hospital? I feel like I'm fine, so I can go back tomorrow, right?"

Lu Anyi paused for a second, then immediately returned to her smiling expression, and said, "No, the doctor said that your anemia is very serious and it's caused by picky eaters. You have to stay in the hospital for a few days to recuperate, you know?"

Lu Zhenyang nodded obediently, "Well, I see."

Lu Anyi kept gently stroking Lu Zhenyang's hair in front of her with one hand, looking at the sleeping little man on the bed with melancholy eyes, her long eyelashes motionless, her pink and fair little face shining brightly under the light, Can't help but want to kiss.

Lu Anyi said silently in her heart, "God, why are you so cruel, we Yangyang are still so young, how much pain will we have to endure next, if possible, let me bear it for him." '

The next morning, Zhang Xue rushed over with Aunt Yue, and it was Lu Anyi who told Jiang Ming to notify Zhang Xue in the morning. It was almost dark after they settled down yesterday.

Zhang Xue found the ward, opened the door and went straight to Lu Zhenyang's bed, nervously touched Lu Zhenyang's body all over, "Yangyang, do you still feel uncomfortable? Tell grandma quickly."

Seeing how nervous Zhang Xue was, Lu Zhenyang suddenly got up and stood on the bed, danced to Zhang Xue, and then said, "Grandma, I am strong enough to kill half a cow now, don't worry."

Seeing that Lu Zhenyang was in good spirits, the tense expression on Zhang Xue's face eased a little, and she reached out to stop Lu Zhenyang from continuing to punch, "Oh, don't swing around, be careful of falling."

Lu Zhenyang sat down obediently, and looked at Aunt Yue who was standing next to Zhang Xue. Aunt Yue held a thermos bucket in her hand, and he asked with a sneaky smile, "Grandma Yue, what are you carrying in your hand? Is it okay?" food?"

When Aunt Yue heard the words, she lifted the thermos high and shook it with a smile, "Guess."

"You carry a thermos bucket for food or drink, there's nothing to guess, anyway, if you drink too much soup, it's the same." Aunt Yue rarely wanted to play tricks, but little friend Lu Zhenyang didn't give her a chance.

Ordinary children will definitely slap their hands and say, 'I guess it must be delicious?right?Grandma Yue, just tell me, I really want to eat it. '

But kid Lu Zhenyang wanted to eat it very much, and there was still a little expectation in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and he just ate it for a while, and Aunt Yue would definitely deliver it to his mouth.

Lu Anyi frowned at the side, with a dark face, and asked, "Little Lu Zhenyang, has anyone told you that you don't know much about humor?"