C7 He Had a Bad Stomach and Went to the Hospital

There's a simple greeting on the screen.

"Is everything settled?"

Jian Qingchu's exhaustion was instantly swept away. She quickly typed a few words and sent it over.

"Everything is going smoothly. Don't worry, senior brother."

Very quickly, there was a new email on the screen.

"Master is very worried about you. Let me know if there is any progress. Also, take good care of Zhou'an and yourself."

Jian Qingchu looked at the caring words on the screen and smiled. She replied with a good word and relaxed her body as she laid on the bed.

Six years ago, she brought the newborn Jian Zhou'an out of the country in a sorry state. She had almost starved to death on the streets with her son, who had nothing.

It was senior brother who took her in and even begged his master to take her in as a disciple.

Without senior brother, there would not be today's her.

She originally did not have any plans to return to the country and develop, but this employer suddenly found her and was generous, just in time for senior brother to open the company and need liquid funds.

After completing this task, she could help her senior brother solve the urgent need of the company, so she accepted the task.

At the same time, in the villa of Fu family.

"Xirui, try this. It was cooked by the Italian chef that Grandma found yesterday."

"Xirui, try this again. It's the seafood we brought back this morning by air..."

Delicious food was arranged on the long and luxurious dining table. Madam Fu sat next to Jian Zhou'an and happily picked food for her grandson.

Not only had her grandson recovered from his autism today, even his appetite had improved. He had never eaten food that others had picked before.

Madam Fu felt that her existence as a grandmother had increased by leaps and bounds.

"Mei, my grandson's bowl is piled up like a mountain. Do you want to overfill him to death?" Fu Weibei stared at the dishes in his grandson's bowl sourly.

"Mom, Xirui will eat it himself." Fu Mo advised in a deep voice.

Yu Simei raised her eyebrows and glared at the two of them.

"I can't even get food for my grandson?"

Fu Weibei's expression suddenly became serious. He looked at Fu Mo seriously and did not even want to say anything. "Fu Mo, how did you talk to your mother? Is it wrong for her to get food for Xirui? As long as Xirui eats happily! "

Fu Mo:... "

My parents were an accident, I was an accident!

Jian Zhou'an ate with relish. His dark and bright little eyes stole a few glances from time to time, then he continued to search for food with peace of mind.

He had already figured out that in this house, as long as he hugged his grandmother's thigh tightly, he wouldn't have to worry about anything.

After eating and drinking, Jian Zhou'an touched his bulging belly and said good night to Yu Simei. His sweet words coaxed Yu Simei to be overjoyed.

In the middle of the night, Jian Zhou'an suddenly woke up from the pain.

He held his stomach tightly and felt a wave of turbulence inside. It was so painful that he broke out in cold sweat.

"Mommy..."

Jian Zhou'an, who was wrapped in pain, could not remember that he was not home. He shouted loudly, Mommy! Mommy! Very quickly, he woke everyone up.

"Xirui, what's wrong? Why did you suddenly have a stomachache?"

Seeing her grandson rolling around on the bed in pain and shouting for his mommy, Yu Simei felt her heart tighten.

Fu Xirui had never cried at home. This was the first time such a scene had happened at home. Everyone seemed to be at a loss and forgot what to do.

Seeing Jian Zhou'an clutching his stomach with a pale face, Fu Mo's face darkened. He picked him up and strode out the door.

"Give me the keys to my car and go to the hospital!"

In the hospital, the Pediatrics specialist, who was urgently summoned in the middle of the night, stood in fear. He stood in front of Fu Mo.

"Director Fu, Little Master must have had a bad stomach. He has accumulated some food. I'll prescribe some digestive medicine for Little Master to eat. He'll be fine very soon. It's just that the child's stomach is weak, so he can't eat too much at once. Recently, it's best to eat some light and easily digestible food. "

Jian Zhou'an, who was lying on the hospital bed after taking the painkillers, looked at Fu Mo's dark and gloomy face and weakly started to ask Yu Simei, who had rushed over later, for help.

"Grandma, Xirui is so uncomfortable..."

He had to make the first move. He could not let this "father" teach him a lesson.

"Xirui is not afraid. He will be fine after taking the medicine. Grandma will accompany you today." Yu Simei sat beside the bed and coaxed him with a pained expression.

Behind him, Fu Weibei, who was ignored, was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at her. This brat only had his grandma in his eyes. She was even more annoying than his ice-faced father!

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Early in the morning, Jian Qingchu sent Fu Xirui to the kindergarten.

In order to eat Jian Qingchu's food for a few more days, Fu Xirui was very cooperative. Jian Qingchu, who was preoccupied with her task, was not worried about her usually smart son at all. She gave him to the kindergarten teacher without worry.

When she came to the company and went to the CEO's office to report, she bumped into Assistant Lin, who rushed out of the office.

Luckily, Jian Qingchu reacted fast and dodged in time, so she did not bump into him.

"Assistant Lin? Why are you in such a hurry? Did something happen?" She asked curiously.

"Secretary Jian? I don't have time to tell you. I have to leave now." Assistant Lin ran for a while and suddenly braked. He turned around.

"Wait. Secretary Jian, do you know how to take care of children? I heard you have a son, right?"

" Yes. " Jian Qing nodded.

"Great. You came at the right time. Come with me!" Assistant Lin looked happy. He pulled Jian Qingchu's arm and walked towards the elevator.

"Wait a minute, Assistant Lin. Where are we going? I still have work to do! Over at the CEO's side... " Jian Qingchu asked worriedly.

She had deducted three months of her salary yesterday. If she went on strike today, she would probably have to sell her body to the Diquan Group!

"Don't worry about your work. Your work today is not in the office."

Half an hour later, Jian Qingchu followed Assistant Lin to the hospital.

Along the way, she heard Assistant Lin explain and only then did she know that the reason why she was so anxious to find her was because she wanted her to take care of the CEO's sick son who was hospitalized.

Outside the ward, Assistant Lin reminded her repeatedly.

"Secretary Jian, Little Master doesn't like to talk, he doesn't like to be noisy, and he doesn't like others touching him. You have to pay attention to this later. As long as you take care of Little Master, you don't have to worry about your work in the future."

Jian Qingchu listened carefully and nodded.

Just as she was about to push the door open and enter, Assistant Lin pulled her back.

"Also, Little Master cannot eat greasy food. If he doesn't want to eat porridge, you can change to something light, but you must not let him eat other food!"

"Okay, I understand." Jian Qingchu nodded again and reached out to push the door.

"Wait a minute!"

Assistant Lin was even more nervous than Jian Qingchu and stopped her again.

"You have to remember this! Don't talk to Little Master too much. He doesn't like to be close to strangers. Don't make Little Master angry..."

After being stopped by Assistant Lin for the nth time, Jian Qingchu finally successfully entered the ward.

When she opened the door, she saw Fu Mo standing by the bed.

His tall and straight body covered most of the hospital bed.

Jian Qingchu was inexplicably nervous by his aura.

"Director Fu?"

There was no response.

She swallowed her saliva and walked closer, but her eyes suddenly caught sight of Jian Zhou'an, who was hugging his chest with both hands and staring angrily at Fu Mo.

She was instantly stunned.

"Oh my God!"

Wasn't this her son!

She had just sent her son to kindergarten this morning. Why was he lying in the hospital? !!