So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

She stopped and stood, admiring the playful scene of the father and son. Jiang Ming also stopped by the side, holding the briefcase in both hands, not deliberately posing, but elegant and calm.

About four or five minutes later, Jiang Ming reminded Lu Anyi softly, "If you don't eat the porridge, it will probably be cold."

Lu Anyi came back to her senses and smiled back at Jiang Ming, carrying her bag, she walked quickly towards Pei Yifeng and Lu Zhenyang. Jiang Ming was tall, and walked with Lu Anyi without haste.

"Mom, Uncle Jiang Ming."

Every time Lu Zhenyang saw Jiang Ming, he was very happy, as well as Yao Yi. When he saw these two people, he was always eager to have a chat and talk about what happened in recent days. [

Jiang Ming sat next to Lu Zhenyang and looked at him with a smile on his face. The smile was still a little doting, but his brows were unconsciously frowned, and he stretched out his big hand to touch Lu Zhenyang's small head.

"Yangyang seems to have lost weight recently, didn't he eat well?"

"I eat every meal, although I eat very little." Lu Zhenyang answered Jiang Ming with his head held high, like a child answering an adult asking if he had done his homework.

"Hey, eat quickly." Jiang Ming took his hand off Lu Zhenyang's head, took a bowl of porridge from Lu Anyi, stirred it twice with a spoon, and handed it to Lu Zhenyang.

Lu Zhenyang looked at the pork liver in the porridge with a frown, and poked it with a spoon, avoiding those pork livers and looking for porridge instead.

Lu Anyi didn't speak in his eyes, and Pei Yifeng was the same. Lu Zhenyang ate less than half of the porridge in a plastic box and cried out that he couldn't eat any more. Lu Anyi seemed to eat even less than he did.

Hearing that Lu Zhenyang said he couldn't eat anymore, Jiang Ming took the bowl from his hand and put it on the chair, hugged him and stood up, and said with a smile, "If Yang Yang can't eat, then don't eat. Let's walk around with uncle, okay?"

Lu Zhenyang nodded with a look of embarrassment, "That's good, but you have to hug me."

Looking at the embarrassed expression on Lu Zhenyang's face, Jiang Ming asked curiously, "What?"

Lu Zhenyang touched his knees, and pressed on the joints of his knees, "My legs hurt a little, and I don't want to go."

"Why does the leg hurt...?" Just after Jiang Ming asked, the basic symptoms of all leukemia jumped out in his mind, and a big hand grabbed Lu Zhenyang's little knee and rubbed it.

"Okay, I'll hold you. I haven't heard you tell me your mother's joke for several days. Tell me more today, okay?"

Lu Anyi lowered her head to cover her lunch box, which was obviously easy to cover, but she kept her head down, covering it left and right, and then uncovered it.

Pei Yifeng kept watching Lu Anyi's anxious movements, and when Jiang Ming left Pei Yifeng holding Lu Zhenyang in his arms, he reached out to take the lunch box from Lu Anyi's hand and stuffed his own and Lu Zhenyang's lunch boxes into the bag that he brought over just now.

Putting the bag aside, he stretched his arms around Lu Anyi's shoulders, leaned her head against his body, and comforted her with a gentle voice, "An Yi, don't worry, you see Yang Yang is so sensible and strong, he will definitely get through survived this calamity."

Lu Anyi murmured to Pei Yifeng in a bewildered tone, "Yifeng, you said a miracle would happen, when will it happen? I'm really scared, seeing that Yang Yang can't even walk on the ground now, I My heart is like a knife cutting."