The CEO is cold during the day and wants to feed the baby at night.

When the silver-haired old man heard the name Ouyang Danfeng again, his expression suddenly fell into a trance for a moment.

"What's the relationship between this person on the bed and Ouyang Danfeng?"

Li Ting's eyes were half suspicious.Judging from the tone of voice, the old man and Grandma Ouyang seem to know each other.

Li Ting held back his curiosity and said softly, "She is Grandma Ouyang's granddaughter-in-law."

The silver-haired old man was not talking, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of the bed.

Shan Feng, 50 years have passed. 50 years!We haven't seen each other for 50 years.

Although I will always see you on TV and newspapers.But have you ever experienced the backlog of longing deep in your heart.

In the year we parted, you and I agreed, you go east, I go west, and we will never see each other in this life!

Even if you meet by chance on the street, you should pass by as if you were a stranger!

You know, when I say goodbye to you, my heart will die with you.Even if you get married and I marry, my feelings for my wife are as weak as water from the beginning to the end.In the 20 years I have been with her, I have never said a word of love to her.

Shan Feng, I thought that my life was over, you and I would never meet again, never meet again.

But why does my heart ache when I hear you are sick.This kind of pain is like the day and year when we parted from you.

Shan Feng, as agreed, we are separated, and we will never see each other again in this life.I'm sorry, this time, maybe I might violate the oath we made.

The eyes of the silver-haired old man glistened with crystal clear tears.

Li Ting didn't see the silver-haired old man's expression, because the old man only gave him a back view.

"Yan Zichen... Yan Zichen..."

The silver-haired old man was still in pain, listening to the woman on the bed whispering something.

He was a little deaf and couldn't hear clearly.

Realizing that the noodles in the pot were about to be boiled, the silver-haired old man wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, and picked the noodles into the bowl.

"Yan Zichen... Yan Zichen... I'm so cold."

An Yinluo murmured at the beginning, but cried a little at the end.

Li Ting was no longer calm.He put on the slippers the old man had prepared for him, and strode to the bedside.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke her forehead.

So hot!

Li Ting's heart tightened immediately.

"Old man, she hasn't had a fever yet, what should I do?"

The silver-haired old man put the noodle bowl on the table, then went to the cabinet to bring another quilt.

The silver-haired old man covered An Yinluo with the quilt he brought.Then he reached out and stroked her forehead.

The eyes of the silver-haired old man sank, "This child has suffered from a severe cold. Although he has taken antipyretics, he will not recover for a while.

Come on, help her up, I will feed her ginger soup. "

Hearing what the silver-haired old man said, Li Ting turned to one side, helped An Yinluo up, and let her snuggle into his arms.

"Is it hard? What should I do with you? I'd rather be the one who gets sick." Li Ting said softly to the woman in his arms with a distressed expression on his face.

The silver-haired old man brought ginger soup over, picked up a small spoon and brought it to An Yinluo's lips.

An Yinluo had already burned to a semi-conscious state, and it was actually quite difficult to get her to drink the ginger soup.

The silver-haired old man held both sides of her cheeks with one hand, and with a little effort, she opened her mouth.Then put ginger soup into her mouth.

They all thought that An Yinluo would swallow the ginger soup.

Unexpectedly, the ginger soup that was put into her mouth soon flowed out from the corner of her mouth.

The silver-haired old man hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth, and fed another spoonful without giving up.The result was still the same, warm ginger soup overflowed from the corner of her mouth again.

Seeing this, Li Ting became anxious.

"Old man, she doesn't swallow at all."

The silver-haired old man also shook his head helplessly, "Yes. This girl is even more seriously ill than when she was first delivered."

When he first came in, he gave her medicine and could still swallow it.At this time, even the soup can't be delivered.

"Old man, you are thinking of a way. If this continues, I'm really afraid that she will burn out."

"Now I can only boil some Chinese medicine for her. I'm afraid I still won't be able to feed it." The silver-haired old man walked straight to another room.

"Yan Zichen... Yan Zichen..." An Yinluo kept chanting the name no matter how she burned it.

Li Ting sighed softly, and then placed her on the pillow.

Looking at the woman with flushed cheeks, he was really at a loss and felt powerless.

He can't do anything.I can only look at her quietly, but I can't hug her tightly, comfort her, or warm her.

Just when he was anxious and didn't know what to do, a hot hand grabbed his hand tightly.

"Yan Zichen... Yan Zichen... I'm cold, so cold."

Li Ting grabbed her hand instead, rubbing her robe lightly.

"An Yinluo, what should I do? I know you are suffering now, but I can't give you warmth.

This feeling is really helpless.

An Yinluo, bear with it, the old man is making soup for you.Are you holding back? "

Li Ting held An Yinluo's hand behind his back with one hand, and gently stroked her equally hot cheek with the other.

Li Ting's eyes were filled with too many emotions.

There is distress, helplessness, worry, tenderness, and deep love.

The silver-haired old man is someone who has experienced it, although all the vigor and vigor in his life remained in that year.But who has read countless people, how could he fail to see that Li Ting's relationship with the little girl on the bed is more than just protecting his friend's wife.

The silver-haired old man poured the Chinese herbal medicine he found into the medicine boiling pot.Put the pot on a well-burning wood fire.

"Young man, you are also suffering from a cold, and your feet are still injured. Come and eat this bowl of noodles, and go to rest earlier after eating."

Seeing An Yin burn so badly, Li Ting would not be in the mood to eat noodles.

"Thank you old man, I'm not hungry yet."

The silver-haired old man put the medicine pot on the fire, got up and went to the table, picked up the noodle bowl and chopsticks, and came to Li Ting's side.

"Young man, eat the noodles. Only by eating the noodles can you have strength. If you don't cherish your body like this, don't wait for the little girl to recover before you fall down. Come, eat the noodles."

Li Ting really couldn't eat it.But the silver-haired old man brought the face to his eyes.

The old man took them in and treated his foot injury, which is enough to be grateful.

He also cooked ginger soup and noodles for them.

Although he had no appetite, and couldn't bear to refuse the old man's kindness again and again, Li Ting took the dough from the old man's hand and thanked him again, "Thank you, old man."

The silver-haired old man patted him on the shoulder lightly, "Eat, you will have the energy to protect the ones you should protect when you are full."

Protect those who should be protected!
That sounds fine!But, is this woman in front of him the one he should protect?

Li Ting felt bitter in his heart.

Li Ting ate the noodles in the bowl bit by bit.But the mind is not on this bowl of noodles.

The silver-haired old man sat on the chair in front of the stove, watching the fire in the stove while thinking about something.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw that the pot that boiled the medicine continued to have hot air rushing out from the gap in the pot lid.

Immediately, the room was filled with the smell of Chinese medicine.

Li Ting put the empty bowl next to the stove, and saw that the pot was overflowing with traditional Chinese medicine, but the old man was in a daze when he noticed it.

"Old man, shouldn't the lid be opened?"

When the silver-haired old man heard Li Ting's reminder, his calm eyes flickered, "Oh, look at me, I'm getting older, so it's inevitable that I'll react slowly."