Chapter 4497
Yunshishi is also shocked by Jingyang's red face.
"What's the matter?"
She walked over with Yueyao in her arms and looked at Jingyang. She was so sad that she couldn't do it. "How can it burn like this again?"
"I don't know. As soon as I wake up, he'll burn again. He's very hot. He's faint. He can't even say a coherent sentence..."
The conversation between the two people shocked Jingyang.
He opened his eyes and saw Yueyao. He immediately reached out and grabbed her.
Xiaoyueyao looked at him, and then at Yunshi poetry, as if asking with her eyes what was going on.
Yunshishi touched her head. "My little brother is sick. I want you to accompany me."
Yueyao nodded, walked to the bedside, clumsily pushed a bench to Jingyang's side, then climbed onto the chair and sat down.
Jing Yang is confused. He raises his hand and sees Yueyao's shadow again and again.
He had such a high fever that he could see people and things.
Yueyao also reached out and gently shook his hand, and immediately felt his hot little hand.
"It's hot."
Yueyao's voice is crisp and childish.
"His hands are like hot water bags!"
"My little brother is sick and has a fever, just like Yueyao."
"But Yueyao's hands are not so hot." Yue Yao Dao.
Once I heard that Jingyang was ill, xiaoyueyao was still a little lost.
I was bored in the hospital.
She missed daddy so much.
Muyazhe once came here in the evening, but when he came, Yueyao took the medicine and went to bed early. He spent the night in the hospital, and then went to work at dawn. At that time, Yueyao didn't wake up.
Therefore, Yue Yao misses mu Yazhe and wants to go home soon if he is well.
But I think that I can play with Jingyang when I am sick in the hospital.
She likes to play with Jingyang.
Because, she feels that Jingyang is very interesting!
However, now that Jingyang is ill, she is left alone.
Yue Yao's face is full of loss without any disguise.
Jing Yang opened his eyes and closed them powerlessly. He struggled to sit up, but tried several times in vain.
He doesn't even have the strength to sit up now, let alone go to the back garden with Yueyao.
Disappointment!
"Well, don't disturb my little brother, just accompany him so quietly, OK?"
Yueyao looks up and suddenly thinks of something, "Yueyao wants to tell a story to her little brother!"
"Good."
Yue Yao ran back to her room and came with a three-dimensional fairy tale book.
The three-dimensional fairy tale book is to show Green's fairy tales in the form of three-dimensional books.
It is a series of fairy tales developed by Lezhi group. Li Hanlin directly sent a set of cloud poems.
Generally, a story will have three volumes, each of which is extremely heavy. Yueyao holds one, which is extremely difficult.
The book in my arms is sleeping beauty.
Yueyao likes it very much.
Almost every time before going to bed, she would let yunshishi read this book. She couldn't get tired of listening. Until she heard it, she could recite it almost by herself!
Children of this age are very keen on things and stories they love, just like watching cartoons, they will watch them over and over again.
Yun's poems are helpless, and they can't laugh or cry, but there is no way.
"This is my favorite fairy tale!" Yueyao introduced this to Jingyang.
"What's the matter?"
She walked over with Yueyao in her arms and looked at Jingyang. She was so sad that she couldn't do it. "How can it burn like this again?"
"I don't know. As soon as I wake up, he'll burn again. He's very hot. He's faint. He can't even say a coherent sentence..."
The conversation between the two people shocked Jingyang.
He opened his eyes and saw Yueyao. He immediately reached out and grabbed her.
Xiaoyueyao looked at him, and then at Yunshi poetry, as if asking with her eyes what was going on.
Yunshishi touched her head. "My little brother is sick. I want you to accompany me."
Yueyao nodded, walked to the bedside, clumsily pushed a bench to Jingyang's side, then climbed onto the chair and sat down.
Jing Yang is confused. He raises his hand and sees Yueyao's shadow again and again.
He had such a high fever that he could see people and things.
Yueyao also reached out and gently shook his hand, and immediately felt his hot little hand.
"It's hot."
Yueyao's voice is crisp and childish.
"His hands are like hot water bags!"
"My little brother is sick and has a fever, just like Yueyao."
"But Yueyao's hands are not so hot." Yue Yao Dao.
Once I heard that Jingyang was ill, xiaoyueyao was still a little lost.
I was bored in the hospital.
She missed daddy so much.
Muyazhe once came here in the evening, but when he came, Yueyao took the medicine and went to bed early. He spent the night in the hospital, and then went to work at dawn. At that time, Yueyao didn't wake up.
Therefore, Yue Yao misses mu Yazhe and wants to go home soon if he is well.
But I think that I can play with Jingyang when I am sick in the hospital.
She likes to play with Jingyang.
Because, she feels that Jingyang is very interesting!
However, now that Jingyang is ill, she is left alone.
Yue Yao's face is full of loss without any disguise.
Jing Yang opened his eyes and closed them powerlessly. He struggled to sit up, but tried several times in vain.
He doesn't even have the strength to sit up now, let alone go to the back garden with Yueyao.
Disappointment!
"Well, don't disturb my little brother, just accompany him so quietly, OK?"
Yueyao looks up and suddenly thinks of something, "Yueyao wants to tell a story to her little brother!"
"Good."
Yue Yao ran back to her room and came with a three-dimensional fairy tale book.
The three-dimensional fairy tale book is to show Green's fairy tales in the form of three-dimensional books.
It is a series of fairy tales developed by Lezhi group. Li Hanlin directly sent a set of cloud poems.
Generally, a story will have three volumes, each of which is extremely heavy. Yueyao holds one, which is extremely difficult.
The book in my arms is sleeping beauty.
Yueyao likes it very much.
Almost every time before going to bed, she would let yunshishi read this book. She couldn't get tired of listening. Until she heard it, she could recite it almost by herself!
Children of this age are very keen on things and stories they love, just like watching cartoons, they will watch them over and over again.
Yun's poems are helpless, and they can't laugh or cry, but there is no way.
"This is my favorite fairy tale!" Yueyao introduced this to Jingyang.