: April days on earth (135)

In the ward, as soon as Chu Luo put the little ghost on the bed, he stood by the bed and watched him cry.
The little ghost wanted to climb out of bed to find his father, but Chu Luo was taken out by him.
Chu Luo was also distressed, but at this time she could not accompany her son to cry.
The little doctor's attending doctor felt distressed at the moment, but are n’t all the children of the military like this?
No matter how big your officer is, whoever you are.
As long as you are a soldier, you must give up your home for everyone.
"No more crying," Chu Luo said pretentiously as he looked at his son.
The little ghost was sitting on the bed, and the trousers on his calf rolled up because of crying, revealing his short legs.
Chu Luo reached out and helped his son tore up his little pants.
The little ghost sucked his nose and kept twitching. "I want dad."
"Dad is the same as before, and will be back in a few days." Chu Luo said as he hugged his sobbing son, "Dad is busy, and will go home in a few days."
The little ghost was still twitching, holding his mother's clothes tightly with his small hand, leaning his head on Chu Luoyi's shoulder, and his small body was shaking because of the twitching.
Xiao Gui Gui was not very sticky to Dad, but he has been following Dad these days, so he suddenly broke up and the little guy couldn't stand it.
It's like leaving mother, he seems normal, but still gets sick.
The little ghost cried again when he got the injection, and Chu Luo felt that his son had a lot of illness this time.
After the nurse gave the little ghost a needle, she looked at Chu Luoyi, "I'll call the sister-in-law for something, and I'll go and help the child Chen Chen to go through the discharge procedure.
"Thank you." Chu Luo hugged the wronged Baba's son, watched the little nurse go out, and then looked down at the son. "You can do more than your grandpa, you are the real master."
The little ghost snorted, and the little hand without hanging needles clutched his mother's clothes tightly.
Chu Luo hesitated, kissed his son's head, "Don't you dare to hum your mother?"
The little ghost shrank his own small head, and his small body curled up in his mother's arms. "I miss my mother."
"Mom knows, so isn't Mom here?" Chuluo said, asking his son for advice, "Well, why don't you lie in bed, Mom will make milk for you."
"No, no--" the little ghost retorted kicking his calf.
Chu Luoyi: "..."
Is this child so arrogant?
"Mother left the baby, she lied to the baby and said that something was going to be done." The little ghost said with a stubborn neck.
Chu Luoyi: "..."
Chu Luo looked at a serious son, "Who told you this?"
"Book of villains."
As soon as Chu Luo drew the corner of her mouth, the villain still had these things in her book. Can she report it?
"Just look at your mother, mother will make you milk powder, and that's where the mother won't go out." Chuluo thought, before she showed her son the villain book, she had to read it to her son. Look.
The little ghost slightly tilted his little head, "No."
Chu Luoyi: "..."
"Are you hungry?" Out of love Ai intends to start with his son's belly.
The little ghost blinked and nodded solemnly: "Hungry."
"Would you like to let mother make milk powder for you?" Chu Luo asked again.
"No." The little ghost insisted, his little hand still dragging Chu Luoyi's clothes.
Chu Luoyi: "..."
Following Gu Xicheng for a few days, her soft adorable son was already a hooligan.