Xiaoxiao's heart rippled with a warm current, people were thoroughly touched by his words, but now it is in his own home, so tightly embraced by him, there is always some uncomfortable feeling in his heart, reached out and gently pushed him: "My mother is still in the room..."

Zheng Haodong looked at her and laughed and loosened her. "How's aunt?"

"Much better..."

"I'll take her to the hospital with you in the afternoon, and I'll cook something for you at noon today!" Zheng Hao said in the east, lifting the dishes and meat on the ground and striding into the kitchen, Xiaoxiao followed him in and saw him put...