Mu Chenxi got up and opened the window to ventilate the room according to the doctor's instructions.

"Fu Yanshen, please go back."

She plans to stay and take care of her son.

Fu Yanshen hugged her, took her out directly, and put her on her side, "Fu Yanshen, let go, I have to take care of the young minister!"

"Chenxi, I'll take care of you."

Fu Yanshen did not let go. When Mu Chenxi was about to argue, he insisted, "Chenxi, the young minister is also my son!"

"I love him no less than you do, and I won't let anything happen to you!"

He knew that although chickenpox is not a serious disease, some parents did not take good care of it, resulting in the death of their babies!

"Chen Xi, the doctor said that you were not vaccinated and had chickenpox when you were a child, so you are not suitable to take care of me."

"If you get infected, it can be more serious."

"Leave it to me, okay?"

Fu Yanshen knew what the doctor meant when he asked.

He did not mention that when he was a child, his mother only wanted to please his father and did not pay attention to vaccines at all.

"You supervise me. If you feel that I haven't taken good care of my young minister, how about you take care of me?"

He also loves his son deeply, so Fu Yanshen naturally understands Mu Chenxi's mood.

She wanted to take care of it herself.

Mu Chenxi nodded.

Fu Yanshen hugged her and patted her back comfortingly.

…

The cycle of chickenpox is long, usually about half a month.

Mu Chenxi wanted to stay and take care of her together, but Fu Yanshen stopped her.

"You can go to the company with peace of mind. I will check on him every once in a while. I will take good care of you, don't worry."

Fu Yanshen stayed at home, taking care of his young minister and working at the same time.

Mu Chenxi was still uneasy at first and would make video calls to Fu Yanshen almost every half an hour.

After a few days, I found that Fu Yanshen took good care of his son, and I felt relieved.

The little guy has a lot of blisters on his body, and new blisters will appear after the scabs fall off.

Very itchy.

The little guy feels uncomfortable.

Use your gloved hands to scratch.

Fu Yan was deeply afraid of leaving scars, and during this period, he almost never slept a wink.

Guard day and night.

Whenever I see my son is itching and wants to be scratched, I will gently press him with a hot and wet towel, fan him, and coax him with a warm voice.

Until the little guy fell asleep, he held his son's hand and slept with him for a while.

More than half a month is neither long nor short.

After He Shaochen completely recovered from his chickenpox, the little guy lost a lot of weight.

"Mom~"

He Shaochen knew that he had a disease that might be transmitted to his mother, so he kept obediently and did not ask his mother to hold him.

Now that I can hug him and bathe in the morning sun, I can see him many times every day, but the little one seems to be reunited after a long absence.

Holding Mu Chenxi in her arms and reluctant to let go.

His little face was pressed against her neck, nuzzling it lovingly.

"baby."

Mu Chenxi was also heartbroken.

Looking at my son who had lost a lot of weight, I couldn't help but kiss his left cheek and then the right cheek.

Mother and son were lying on the sofa.

Fu Yanshen slept soundly in the master bedroom.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep in more than half a month, and he slept until the next day.

When he woke up, he found Mu Chenxi sitting quietly beside his bed, looking at him tenderly.

There was heartache in his eyes that he couldn't hide in time, which was caught by Fu Yanshen.

He stretched out his long arm and hooked her slender waist.

With a gentle pull, Mu Chenxi fell into his arms, "Do you feel sorry for me?"

Taking care of his son for more than half a month, he was also worried that there was a virus in his body that could be transmitted. Even if he had been handling it carefully, he would still be worried.

He hasn't hugged Mu Chenxi for a long time.

Hold on and don't want to let go.

His handsome face was buried in the side of her neck, deeply smelling the scent of her that made him nostalgic.

Mu Chenxi leaned against him weakly, unwilling to press directly on him.

In the past half month, Shaochen has lost weight, and Fu Yanshen has lost a lot of weight, so thin that his facial features are almost out of shape.

Mu Chenxi did not deny it.

Her silence is acquiescence.

She was really distressed.

I have watched him take care of his young minister for more than half a month.

I was a little worried from the beginning.

Gradually, she felt that even if she took care of her herself, she might not be doing a good job.

Because of his hard work, the young minister obviously became closer to him.

After Shaochen recovered yesterday afternoon, he waited on the sofa for Fu Yan to wake up.

Before waiting, the little guy ran to the master bedroom and watched it many times.

Before going to kindergarten this morning, she looked at him worriedly for a long time, until she assured him that dad was really fine, he was just too tired and needed to sleep well.

When he gets out of school, his father will definitely pick him up from school.

He Shaochen trusted her, and after hearing what she said, he nodded and went to the kindergarten obediently.

Seeing Mu Chenxi like this, Fu Yanshen couldn't bear it.

His big hands directly grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips to his.

Lips touching, he quickly captured the city.

Lips and teeth entangled, Fu Yan kissed Mu Chenxi deeply until Mu Chenxi's breath was messy, and then let go.

His thin lips slid from her slightly swollen lips along her cheek, pressed against her ear, bit her earlobe lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Compensate for me?"

As she spoke, hot air brushed against her ear sockets and rolled in.

The breath seemed to sweep through her body with electricity.

Mu Chenxi trembled slightly, softened her body, and pressed her whole body against him.

Slightly annoyed, "Fu Yanshen!"

Can't this man be more serious?

I can't give him a good look.

Give me some color and open a dyeing workshop!

"What are you thinking about?"

Fu Yan deeply understood Mu Chenxi's shyness, gently pinched the soft flesh around her waist with his big hands, and teased seriously, "The compensation I mentioned was just to treat me to a meal."

Mu Chenxi was slightly stunned.

He looked at Fu Yanshen with eyes full of suspicion.

This man.

With the food in his mouth, shouldn’t you treat yourself as food and treat him to it?

"What are you thinking about that is not serious again?"

Fu Yanshen met Mu Chenxi's suspicious eyes and teased her with a wicked smile.
To be continued...