Eleven didnât dare show much in front of Gu Liancheng, so after hanging up the phone, she sent a message to Feiâer, asking her to take Jiujiu to the hospital first.
Actually, ever since she knew that Jiujiu had a fever, her heart was no longer there, and she was full of worry about Jiujiu, but she could not let Gu Liancheng feel anything unusual.
Thatâs the reason she couldnât go with Gu Liancheng in the same car, she had to let Su Qing take her to the hospital.
...
"Achoo..."
Gu Liancheng looked at the rear-view mirror.
Actually, Cuteâs fever hasnât gone away, she shouldnât go to kindergarten.
But she insisted that she was fine.
"You are in a hurry to go to kindergarten, is it because you want to see Jiujiu?" He felt his daughterâs heart was being stolen away by that little boy.
"Of course! I have to protect him! Otherwise, Liang Beibei would bully him again."
"Our Cute is still a little angel." Shang Muxue added a sentence.
"Really, donât you know?" Gu Mengmeng laughed, "I have always been a little angel!"
"Who did she inherit this narcissism from?"
Gu Mengmeng pointed her little finger forward: "Daddy!"
Gu Liancheng didnât respond but the corner of his lips had a hint of a smile.
"Achoo...!"
Gu Liancheng frowned, and changed direction at the cross roads.
The butler always took this road to take her to kindergarten. She had a good memory and had already remembered it. When she saw the change in direction, she anxiously exclaimed, "Daddy, this is not the way to kindergarten!"
"Going to the hospital."
"Ah...the hospital...! I wonât go to the hospital! My fever is gone!"
Gu Liancheng was not going to compromise, "I have the final say."
She has been sneezing, hope itâs not a viral cold. He was not at peace until he took her to the hospital for a thorough examination.
Gu Mengmeng pouted.
"Whatâs wrong, Cute? Donât be afraid, no injections."
Gu Mengmeng turned her head and looked very upset, "Mommy, see how pathetic I am! I have such a fierce daddy."
Gu Liancheng gave a cold smile.
The little girl dared to complain. However, sheâs just too young.
...
"Achoo..."
Seeing Jiujiu sneezing continuously, Elevenâs brows were almost knitted together.
Finally, she stood in front of Fang Jiujiu, acting like an adult, saying "Fang Jiujiu, you are so inconsiderate. You should have told adults earlier when you were feeling sick. You should have been sent to the hospital last night! Now you have a high fever and are sneezing!"
Ye Fei didnât dare to tell her that he had a high fever, afraid that he might scare her. It was not until Eleven arrived at the hospital that she found out that Jiujiu had a 39.5â fever. She was not angry but more heartbroken.
At this point, Jiujiu had already received a fever-reducing injection and was sitting on a rest chair waiting for Eleven with a mask on.
Sick Fang Jiujiuâs eyes were squinting, which made him look more like a dead fish, his contempt exploding.
"Itâs just a fever. Why make such a big fuss - Achoo!"
Seeing Jiujiuâs pitiful look, Eleven couldnât continue to scold him, she squatted
down and touched his forehead with hers, "Itâs too warm... we should tell the doctor and get him an IV. Whatâs going on... both children have a fever."
"Who else? "Ye Fei asked.
"Cute ah, she also had a fever last night, and the fever didnât go away this morning. Ah... My sweetie..." Eleven held Jiujiu, her voice was different from usual, "Donât worry me like this next time, call me immediately if youâre feeling unwell, okay?"
Recalling that last night she was holding and soothing Cute, while Jiujiu was lying alone on the bed, she felt very heartbroken, guilty and upset.
She needs to speed up the divorce with Gu Liancheng. She should spend more time at home with Jiujiu.