: Fanwai: Let's name it (4)

Chu Luo looked at him with a small smile, then closed his eyes and stood for a day, tired.
Loan did not smile, flew the car into the parking lot, and then looked at the person with his eyes still closed in the front passenger seat, "Here it is."
After finishing speaking, Luo An didn't speak.
"Hey, Chu Luo Mu, Luo Mu--" Luo Anyu reached out and touched Chu Luomu's forehead, hot steaming, Luo Anyu cursed in a low voice, and then got out of the car in a hurry, holding Chu in the past Get off the car.
"Sister, sister--" Luo An called and let Chu Luo go in directly.
Shui Anluo went downstairs. After seeing the situation in front of him, he hurried to help Chu Luomu, reached out and touched his forehead. "The first thing he helped him back to the room was that the wound was inflamed."
Luo An gave a snoring sound, and Shui Anluo had gone to find the medicine.
Chu Cuiyi leaned on the step railing and looked at his son who was sent back to the room, squinting slightly, as if relieved.
Sickness proves that I let go of my heart and let go.
This is good for his son.
When Shui Anluo helped his son to put on anti-inflammatory water, he had tossed into the middle of the night.
"You go to rest first, I look at him." Shui Anluo looked back at his brother and then his son, his face full of distress.
Luo An raised her eyebrows slightly, then turned around, and met her brother-in-law's sick, leisurely appearance at the door. Suddenly, she sympathized with her grandfather.
Before a bottle of water was hung up, there was an engine sound from outside the room, followed by eager footsteps.
When An Xinyue came in, she was still wearing training clothes. You can see that she didn't change her clothes when she went back.
Shui Anluo: "..."
Shui Anluo looked back at her husband, Chu Jiyi slightly lip, then turned back to the room.
"It's okay, it's just the high fever caused by the inflammation of the wound, and it's fine." Shui Anluo comforted An Xinyue, who was still wet because she had just returned.
"Go to take a shower first, don't be muddy, you are sick again, just wash in the muddy room, and don't go back to toss your parents." Shui Anluo said, using his chin to point to Chuluo room Bathroom.
An Xinyue looked at Chu Luomu lying on the bed at this moment, and she had blame in her heart, because it was because of her that Chu Luomu became sick.
"Auntie, please take care of me. I'll be right away." An Xinyue took Chuluo's shirt and went into the bathroom.
Shui Anluo paused, trouble her?
This is his own son.
Shui Anluo smiled, when it took care of her son to trouble her.
Sure enough, his son is no longer a mother.
Shui Anluo reached out and wiped his son's hot face before he got up and left here.
When Shui Anluo returned to the room, Chu Cuiyi was holding her book and watching.
"You called Mianmian? This one came back in the middle of the night." Shui Anluo had little doubt, except for this person, there was no one else.
After all, the most powerful person who scolds his son is actually the one who knows how to care about his son.
He never said that he was a dad.
Chu Cuiyi made a noise, didn't speak, and continued reading.
Shui Anluo slipped her lips and did not ask for an answer, after all, she already knew the answer.
In the other room, Shui Anluo was gone when An Xinyue came out.
Chuluo is taller than her, so Chuluo's shirt can be worn on her body to cover some places, although it is not comfortable, but at least no one can see it.