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[69 Book Bar - www.] "Then go back to the company and wait patiently." After saying that, Zhan Aofan hung up the phone decisively.

Ning Kai, who was on the other side of the phone, had a grimace on his face. Boss, do you want to be so merciless? What is this all about?

(The voice-over at one end sounded: Oh, poor baby! She was regarded as someone’s love rival and was killed with a sword.)

Mu Hui, a kid, looked back at the tropical fish and stared at Uncle Zhan, who had been silent since he answered the phone. His little face was full of confusion.

"Uncle Zhan?" He called out tentatively, and the person in front of him came back to his senses.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Zhan Aofan asked the little guy in front of him with a doting look on his face.

"Why isn't Uncle Zhan talking?" Mu Hui asked, raising his little head. He was clearly explaining to him while watching before answering the phone.

Zhan Aofan realized something immediately, with a soft smile on his lips, he picked up Mu Hui again and continued the unfinished "explanation" work, but secretly sighed in his heart, if the older one in the family could be half as good as this younger one

Just be nice, hey, that stubborn and proud woman.

In the evening, the weather that had been gloomy all day was filled with raindrops. Mu Anyou reviewed it one last time, and after confirming that there were no grammatical errors, he sent the manuscript to Chen Mingyuan's mailbox, turned off the computer, and stood up to move a little stiffly.

body.

I looked at the sky outside and realized it was raining.

After waiting for a while, the two people still didn't come back. He touched the mobile phone on the table, hesitated for a moment, and dialed the unsigned number on the mobile phone.

The moment the call was connected, before Mu Anyou could say anything, the other party had already said: "We'll go back now, we're already on the way."

"Yes." Mu Anyou responded softly and was about to hang up the phone when the person over there continued: "Do you want to talk to Hui Hui?"

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Anyou nodded and responded: "Okay."

——Hui Hui, please stop eating now, okay? Mom wants to talk to you on the phone.

——Oh, Uncle Zhan, hold it for me. Forget it, Uncle Zhan, you should help me eat it. Don’t let mom know.

——Well, okay, I'll keep it a secret for you.

A low voice of conversation came faintly from the other end of the receiver, followed immediately by a clear call.

"Mom." The childish voice was a little vague, and there seemed to be something in her mouth.

Mu Anyou frowned slightly: "Huihui, are you eating?"

Mu Hui's eyes widened and he glanced at Zhan Aofan.

"Hui Hui, answer what mom said." Mu Anyou was already sure that this little guy must have eaten something secretly without telling her.

"Yeah." Mu Hui knew he couldn't hide it, so he responded in a low voice.

"Are you eating KFC fried chicken nuggets?" Mu Anyou asked almost certainly.

Mu Hui's little face was full of surprise, and his eyes widened instantly. How could his mother even know this?

"Huihui, have you forgotten what the doctor told you?" When I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor repeatedly told me not to touch any junk food, because KFC's chicken nuggets use a lot of preservatives, which can weaken heart function.

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Zhan Aofan glanced at the little guy who had been unhappy since he hung up the phone, and asked softly: "Hui Hui, what's wrong?"

"Uncle Zhan, mom seems to be angry." After Mu Hui finished speaking, he sighed helplessly and looked like a young adult.

"Why are you angry?" Zhan Aofan was also puzzled. He found that whenever Mu Anyou was involved, his calmness and calmness were cut in half.

"Well..." Mu Hui pouted her lips: "Mom said you can't eat KFC's fried chicken nuggets, but I didn't listen to her. Mom will definitely be angry if she finds out now."

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Sure enough, little friend Mu Hui's intuition was very accurate. After he opened the door and called his mother with joy but did not get the usual hug, he knew that something was bad...

"Mom." She called out again and tugged on the clothes of the person in front of her. Mu Hui looked innocent and endearing.

Mu Anyou sighed, squatted down, and looked at her son at eye level: "Hui Hui, mom didn't mean to be angry with you, mom just cares about your body, you know?"

"Well, I know, Mom, I'm just curious, and I didn't mean to disobey you." Mu Hui explained his thoughts carefully. Every time he went to KFC, his mother would not allow him to eat this, so...

"Mom, I want to go pee." Mu Hui looked at the person in front of him and said.

"Well, go ahead." Mu Anyou responded and looked at his little body running out.

Zhan Aofan, who had been silent all this time, watched Mu Hui leave and said in a low voice: "You... don't worry too much. Although it is junk food, eating it once or twice occasionally is not a big deal."

Mu Anyou was not very happy to begin with, but when he heard what he said, he became angry: "What do you know? You don't know anything, so don't make rash remarks here." His tone was very harsh, and his voice was raised unconsciously.

a bit.

Seeing Zhan Aofan's stunned expression, Mu Anyou was shocked to realize that he had lost control. He smoothed his hair irritably and sat down on the chair.

Seeing her being so excited, Zhan Aofan gradually narrowed his eyes, thoughtfully.

After a moment of silence, Zhan Aofan was about to speak, but he heard the person opposite him vomiting slowly.

"Maybe it's not a big deal for ordinary children, but Huihui can't do it. His body doesn't allow him to come into contact with these things."

Zhan Aofan's eyebrows gradually frowned.

Mu Anyou's voice gradually became calmer, with a hint of sadness and sorrow: "Do you still remember that time we met in the hospital? Huihui had just been discharged from the hospital that day."

"What's wrong with him?" Zhan Aofan said with some difficulty. Although he had a vague answer in his heart, he resisted subconsciously.

The corners of Mu Anyou's lips curved up in a bitter yet sarcastic arc, and she raised her eyes and looked sideways at him: "You met us in the Department of Cardiology, what do you think happened to him?"

Zhan Aofan pursed his lips tightly, saying nothing, and tightened his clenched hands slightly.

"Hui Hui..." The unfinished words were no longer spoken steadily.

Mu Anyou took a deep breath: "He has heart disease, congenital heart disease."

…

"Mom, where is Uncle Zhan?" Mu Hui came back from using the toilet and glanced around the room and asked in confusion.

Mu Anyou wiped her son's wet hands with a towel and replied: "He has something to do and went out." After saying that, he took his hand and walked to the bed, and warned: "You can play here for a while.

Mom went out to make dinner."

When I walked out of the house, I glanced at the figure standing on the drying table, and then I was busy washing vegetables and cooking.

Mu Hui did not see Zhan Aofan until dinner time.

"Mom, isn't Uncle Zhan coming back for dinner?" Mu Hui blinked and asked again.

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