Upon hearing that he needed to find his brother Xiao Jiu, he noticeably sped up his actions.
Breakfast was still simple: a plate of fried bread slices, two cups of milk (but the little one's cup had bird's nest and nut slices added), and two boiled eggs, one for the mother and one for the child.
Despite her small size, she eats the same amount of breakfast as her mother.
This appetite is great!
"Mommy, didn't Daddy come home last night?" If he was working overtime, he should be at the table by now.
Ye Wanying paused noticeably before saying:
"Well, he probably won't be back for the next few days. Your father has gone on a business trip."
Forehead?
Thinking about what he had overheard in his father's office yesterday, the little one didn't pursue the matter further and obediently ate his breakfast.
Ye Wanying thought about it all night and felt much more at ease.
What's done is done, there's no use in being anxious anymore, I just hope we can find the person as soon as possible!
However, at that moment, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head!
Bang!
The half-empty milk glass shattered on the floor.
The little man opposite him quickly looked up and saw that his mother's face was ashen with pain, and her whole body was trembling.
"Mommy?"
He jumped off the chair in a flash and rushed to Ye Wanying, asking anxiously:
"Mommy, what's wrong?"
A sudden headache almost made Ye Wanying collapse.
This feeling is worse than death!
It felt like someone was hammering the nerves in my head with a giant iron sledgehammer, one blow after another; it was not only painful, but also unbearably uncomfortable.
My blood was surging, and I could clearly feel the metallic taste of blood rising in my throat.
"Son... help... Mom... to the sofa."
He spoke with difficulty.
Upon hearing this, the little boy quickly reached out and grabbed his mother's arm:
"Mommy, walk this way, there's broken glass on the ground."
"Okay!" The reply was weak and listless; if it weren't for the quiet of the early morning, it might not have been audible.
How much strength can a child under three years old have?
It only serves a traction function.
It took nearly five minutes to finally move the table to the sofa. Keep in mind that the dining table was no more than ten steps away from the sofa, and Ye Wanying was now covered in large beads of sweat.
"Mommy~ Mommy~"
The immense pain drove Ye Wanying to the point of wanting to harm herself.
But seeing her son's anxious and worried face, she held back her tears and bit her lip until it bled.
"Sweetie, why don't you go out and play by yourself? Mommy wants to rest for a bit."
At this moment, I can still control myself, but I can't guarantee that I can later.
Ye Wanying knew very well what she would do if she couldn't take it anymore; she had seen such things before.
Therefore, I don't want my son to see that scene!
But how could the little guy possibly go out to play right now?
"No, Tuanzi won't leave. Mommy, are you sick? Tuanzi will go out and find someone right now."
Ye Wanying was too weak to say anything more and fainted from the pain.
The little boy's face was covered in tears, like a faucet that couldn't stop the flow of water, which kept dripping from his eyes onto the ground.
"Waaah... Mommy... Mommy, wait a minute, Tuanzi will go out and find someone to take Mommy to the hospital."
The little man is indeed very rational. Even in such an unexpected situation, he can quickly figure out what to do first!
After leaving the house, the first place I went to was Little Stone's house next door.
I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered or came out to open it.
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