She Came To My Concert

Seeing the child's pale face, Zhu Wenshu didn't intend to say anything about him.

"Are you still sleepy? Do you want to sleep a little longer?"

"Not sleepy anymore."

Ling Siyuan said in a low voice, "I want to...play a game."

"Playing games when you're sick will make you heal more slowly."

Zhu Wenshu took out his mobile phone and asked, "Do you want to watch a cartoon?"

Ling Siyuan thought for a while, "It's okay."

"Well, what do you want to see?"

Zhu Wenshu opened the video software and sent it to Ling Siyuan, "Bears or Pleasant Goats?"

"Well... I've seen it all..."

Ling Siyuan stretched out his chubby fingers and swiped the screen for a long time, but he couldn't find a cartoon that he hadn't seen.

Zhu Wenshu muttered: "I read a lot...it's not very good for reading and writing training..."

At this time, a nurse opened the door and looked in, and said.

"Ling Siyuan... Both parents are here? Then settle the fee."

Hearing this, Zhu Wenshu immediately said: "We are not parents... No, I am not his mother."

As soon as the words came out, the nurse was stunned for a moment, then waved and said, "It doesn't matter, the guardian will settle the fee."

Zhu Wenshu turned his head and glanced at Ling Chen, seeing that he was making a gesture to get up, he quickly said, "I'll go."

She pointed outside, "It's not convenient for you to go."

"also."

Ling Chen sat back again.

Zhu Wenshu gave Ling Siyuan the phone and told her to choose a cartoon to watch, and then followed the nurse out.

When her figure disappeared outside the door, Ling Chen looked at Ling Siyuan slowly, and was about to say something, but the child spoke first.

"Uncle, I saw it."

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows: "What did you see?"

Ling Siyuan pulled the quilt and covered his mouth.

"I saw you touching the teacher's face just now."

"..."

Ling Chen's eyes darkened suddenly, and he looked at him deeply.

Ling Siyuan pulled the quilt again, covered her nose, only her eyes were exposed, and looked at Ling Chen timidly and as if death was at home.

"I'm going to tell the teacher—"

Ling Chen was still staring at him, but he just lowered the arms wrapped around his chest and slowly sat up straight.

Ling Siyuan: "You are a hooligan."

Ling Chen: "..."

Chapter 16

When Zhu Wenshu returned to the treatment room, Ling Siyuan was holding her mobile phone and giggling.

But Ling Chen was still sitting in the original position, glancing out of the window, even his jaw line showed a sense of impatience.

Zhu Wenshu glanced at him, frowned, turned around and walked towards the sick bed without saying anything.

"What are you looking at, so happy."

Seeing that Zhu Wenshu came back, Siyuan immediately put down his phone and said excitedly: "Teacher, can I go home?!"

"No, it's not finished yet."

Zhu Wenshu touched his forehead, and his body temperature was basically normal, "Lie down a little longer, the teacher can continue to play with your phone."

Ling Siyuan pouted: "There are no games on the teacher's mobile phone..."

He glanced at Ling Chen again, "I want to go home and play games."

At this moment, Ling Siyuan's complexion was still pale, but it was faintly rosy, and his eyes were still shining, as if he was very happy.

Zhu Wenshu was a little puzzled, why she only went out for a short while, and she seemed to be completely cured of her illness.

"Playing games will heal the disease slowly, why is Yuan Yuan not good-looking."

"Oh……"

It makes Siyuan not believe such deceitful words, he is no longer a three-year-old child.

But he is a young pioneer, so he has to listen to the teacher.

Alas, I hope the drip will be finished soon.

Thinking of the new 648 yuan in his game account, he wished he could put on his wings and fly home.

"Then let me watch some cartoons."

Ling Siyuan picked up Zhu Wenshu's mobile phone again, flicked it casually, feeling dull, "Teacher, is there Monkey King? I saw three dozen bone spirits yesterday."

"Journey to the West, teacher look for it."

Zhu Wenshu took the phone, searched, and said, "Haven't you read Journey to the West? I remember the extracurricular readings were arranged."

Ling Siyuan lowered his head, clasped his fingers and whispered: "I don't like reading, I don't understand..."

Zhu Wenshu knew that Ling Siyuan's reading and writing skills were worrying, but he didn't expect that there was such a shortage of extracurricular reading materials.

She looked at Ling Chen silently, meaning you can see for yourself, this is too shameful.

Ling Chen felt Zhu Wenshu's gaze, looked back at Ling Siyuan, and snorted slightly.

"I can't even understand Journey to the West. I've learned everything by heart at your age."

Ling Siyuan puffed up his chest: "Then you can recite the magic spell and listen."

"...I will endorse you?"

Ling Chen twitched his lips, "Your pocket money is enough to buy me for a few seconds?"

Seeing his appearance, Zhu Wenshu couldn't hold back, and smiled.

Later, Zhu Wenshu still didn't show Ling Siyuan the cartoon, but searched the Internet for children's version of Journey to the West, and took him to read it together.

The sunset is beautiful today.

Occasionally, there are sparrows chirping and falling on the branches outside the window, and soft female voices and immature children's voices pass by my ears from time to time.

Zhu Wenshu didn't glance at the lazily sitting

The man by the window, the man didn't even glance at the sunset outside the window.

It was exactly six o'clock in the afternoon when Ling Siyuan's drip was finished.

The nurse came in and pulled out the needle tube, but the cotton swab was still pressing the needle hole, making Siyuan eager to go to bed.