You Are My Rare Passion Chapter 825: Worry

Gu Jun felt the pain in his heart, kissing him and coaxing him.

He is actually a spoiled and arrogant young master with a particularly bad temper. When he was training, he had no patience with his soldiers at all.

But for the little guy in his arms, he only felt distressed when he cried, not at all upset.

Ye Xingbei hated her son crying the most. She wanted to cry too.

Gu Junzhu hugged the little sapling and refused to let go. She had to pat the little sapling on the back, coaxing him.

Ling Yue was so sad to see the little sapling crying. The child who couldn't speak a few words a day was forced to become a chatter, and he kept comforting the little sapling.

After waiting for the little sapling to cry less, Gu Junzhu hugged him and left the western restaurant to get into the car.

In the car, the little sapling was tired from crying and fell asleep with his arms around his neck.

Ye Xingbei asked Gu Junzhu: "Are you tired? Let me hug you for a while."

He was in better health, but in fact he was still very weak and his face was still morbidly pale. Ye Xingbei was worried that he would get sick again.

Gu Junzhu patted the little sapling's spine lightly, shook his head, and said softly, "It's okay, not tired."

The car drove into Qiao's villa, and Gu Junzhu directly carried the little sapling into his and Ye Xingbei's bedroom.

Since Ling Yue came to the house, the little sapling has been sleeping with Ling Yue, but he cried like this today, Gu Junzhu is really worried about letting the two children sleep together again.

The little sapling didn't wake up until the afternoon.

After eating something, Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei took him and Lingyue to the back mountain for a walk, so that he would not sleep too much during the day and not be able to sleep at night.

The little guy doesn't talk about Feng Yi anymore, but he's not as lively as he used to be, he looks sick, like a wilted tree.

Ye Xingbei didn't dare to mention Feng Yi again, for fear of causing his sadness again, so he only tried his best to say something interesting to make him happy.

In the evening, the little guy ate something, took a shower, and fell asleep early again.

Children forget things very quickly, like a goldfish, with seven seconds of memory, usually if there is something unhappy, they forget it after crying.

Small saplings used to be like this too. One second they might still be crying, but the next second they might break out into laughter.

Ye Xingbei had raised him for more than five years, and it was the first time he saw him gloomy for so long.

Seeing him slumping all the time, Ye Xingbei felt very uneasy, always feeling that something would happen.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, she woke up in a daze, and when she habitually touched the saplings, she felt the hot temperature in her palm.

She shuddered in fright, suddenly woke up, sat up abruptly, and turned on the wall lamp.

Gu Junzhu also woke up, sat up, his first reaction was to look at the sapling, "What's wrong?"

"I have a fever." Ye Xingbei took out the thermometer and tested the little guy's temperature.

Forty degrees.

A little higher than Gu Jun's maximum temperature when he had a high fever.

Gu Junzhu immediately pressed the inside line and asked Qiao's family doctor to come over.

Ye Xingbei's hand holding the thermometer trembled a little, and said with self-blame: "I just think he's not right, I just look at him, and it's only when the fever is so high that I realize..."

"It's all right," Gu Junzhu comforted her: "It's normal for a child to burn at forty degrees. You can still watch him all night without sleeping?"

That's what he said, but looking at the little guy's red face, his heart ached like being pinched, and he felt very guilty.