Zhou Yibai changed the keyword, but couldn't find it, but he saw some eye-catching things in Baidu pictures. He then changed a few keywords, but still couldn't find them.

Zhou Yibai lifted the quilt and sighed, sincerely admiring the veteran drivers from all over the world. He could find the way without GPS. Unlike him, he didn't even know where to take the bus.

Unable to find it, Zhou Yibai boredly browsing Weibo and clicked on a complaint about her boyfriend's consumption concept.

While looking at him, he thought about Meng Yu. Meng Yu was very stingy with himself. He usually had simple food and clothing, and could even be said to be very casual. He always bought the cheapest lunch box in the company, and didn't care whether it was delicious or not. Anyway, he would be able to eat enough.

But Meng Yu is very generous to others and often invites employees to dinner, so he is not lenient with giving bonuses.

Meng Yu was even more willing to spend money on him and Ningning. Meng Yu had just lived in this house for a while and had already added a lot of things to the house. Yesterday, he was considering buying a refrigerator that was more NT$3.

Meng Yu gave a lot for him in terms of both spiritual and material things. When he thought that Meng Yu had given so much, he had nothing to give to Meng Yu, he felt a little disappointed.

He didn't have money, and Meng Yu didn't need his little money. The only thing he could help Meng Yu now is cooking and washing clothes, but he actually wanted to help Meng Yu warm the bed, but he couldn't even find a bed warming guide...

Zhou Yibai flipped open the comments below in a depressed manner and started reading from the hot comments. As he looked, a sentence suddenly appeared in the comments.

"You are targeted by the movie seller [doge]"

Ah, OK, I can be targeted by the film seller... Wait! Zhou Yibai suddenly opened up, and a smooth road appeared in front of him in an instant.

He understood.

Ten minutes later, Zhou Yibai obtained several resources for Baidu Cloud and Microdisk. The mobile phone was inconvenient to operate, so he got up and took his own lithograph, and locked himself back into the room.

In fact, Zhou Yibai has never been exposed to such things at all. He accidentally watched some small movies when he was a teenager, but they were all island-country animations.

It would be fine if those animations were painted exaggeratedly, but the key point was that they were rough. After studying art, he not only didn't feel anything, but his scalp became numb. He couldn't help but have to turn it off and he didn't have a good impression of those things ever since.

But now his mind is full of Meng Yu, and he instantly forgets all the messy things he used to have.

He clicked on one of the videos and was about to press play, but he was worried, so he decided to go and see if Ning Ning woke up first.

As soon as I left the room, the sound of water suddenly appeared in the quiet room ten minutes ago.

Zhou Yibai noticed something was wrong and quickly walked to the bathroom next to Ningning's room.

As soon as he opened the door, Zhou Yibai saw that Ningning was wet all over, and there was a small washbasin in front of her, with the same wet hair inside.

"Ningning! What are you doing!"

"I'm helping Maomao take a bath!" Ning Ning happily waved her hands full of bubbles, and bubbles were also stained with her hair.

Last week, Meng Yu said casually that it was time to take a bath for Maomao, but he didn't expect that Ningning not only remembered it, but also took advantage of the fact that adults were not paying attention to it.

"Uncle has to go to work, and dad has to work, so Ningning washes his hair!" Ningning felt that he had helped, so he smiled happily, waiting for his father's praise.

Seeing Ningning's disorganized body, Zhou Yibai felt very disappointed, but he knew that Ningning was kind-hearted, not deliberately making trouble, so he also pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled helplessly.

"Next time I'll help Maomao take a shower. Remember to call him dad, okay?" Zhou Yibai rolled up his sleeves and trousers and pulled the small stool beside him, "You will catch a cold like this, and Maomao will get sick."

Ningning nodded obediently and leaned beside Zhou Yibai.

"Have you taken a shower?"

"not yet."

"I didn't wash yesterday, you can take a shower now." Zhou Yibai saw that Ningning was soaked all over and was most afraid of her catching a cold, so he simply asked her to take a shower.

So in the bathroom, Ningning took a shower, and Zhou Yibai washed the cat.

Ningning's shower was mounted on the rack, and the height and angle made part of the water pour towards Zhou Yibai's head. Zhou Yibai changed his position, but the bathroom was not big and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

At the same time, Maomao struggled occasionally, and the water on her body splashed on Zhou Yibai's body. After a while, Zhou Yibai became wet from head to toe.

"Hajiu!" Zhou Yibai sneezes.

"Dad has a cold?" Ning Ning turned around nervously when she heard Zhou Yibai sneezing.

"It's okay." Zhou Yibai sucked his nose, "It's just a little itchy. You should take a shower soon, otherwise you will catch a cold."

Both the child and the cat took a shower. Zhou Yibai was afraid that they would catch a cold, so he hurriedly urged Ning Ning to blow his hair, and even blew the cat hair.

He had no experience in giving cat hair blowing, and he couldn't blow it for a long time. After blowing, he saw that Ning Ning hadn't finished blowing her hair and wanted to run away. He grabbed her back and pressed her to blow for a while.

After finally getting the kid and the cat ready, Zhou Yibai's wet clothes were completely cold.

"Hajiu! Hajiu!" Zhou Yibai sneezed twice in a row and went into the room to change his clothes.

After coming out, he stood in the living room and sneezed a few more times, and finally sat on the sofa.

"Dad is sick!" Ningning saw Zhou Yibai sneezing and sneezing, so he quickly poured Zhou Yibai a glass of water, held it in his hands and stuffed it in front of Zhou Yibai for him to drink.

"Thank you Ningning." Zhou Yibai took a sip and sucked his nose again. "I'm not sick, but my nose is itchy. Someone must be thinking of me."

"Oh!" Ning Ning showed a sudden expression, "It must be that my mother is thinking of her father! Tell him not to think about it anymore!"

"How could I not want to?" Zhou Yibai's face also showed a smug smile, "I miss him, and he must miss me."

Zhou Yibai didn't think he had a cold, so he made some yesterday's dish for Ningning at noon and simply solved the lunch.

In the afternoon, he felt a little heavy, thinking that he had sex with Meng Yu until midnight last night, and he really had no sleep. He yawned, said to Ningning, and went back to his room to sleep.

In the evening, when Meng Yu came back, he saw Zhou Yibai cooking depressedly, and he felt that it was not right.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Meng Yu put the thing aside and quickly went up to touch Zhou Yibai's forehead. His body temperature was normal, but Zhou Yibai looked unstimulated.

"Nothing." Zhou Yibai shook his head, "I used to be like this, and it's better tomorrow."

That night, Zhou Yibai had a bad appetite. After dinner, Meng Yu planned to go back to the company to work overtime, but he was worried when he saw Zhou Yibai was like that. In the end, Zhou Yibai insisted that he was fine, Meng Yu had to let him go to bed early, and then he cleaned up the living room and kitchen before returning to the company.

That night, Meng Yu returned home at 1:00 a.m. When he entered the house, he saw Zhou Yibai kicking the quilt far away, and curled up like a shrimp, with most of the back exposed.

Meng Yu was so scared that he hurried forward to cover him with a quilt. It was not enough to cover him tightly, and he held him firmly, afraid that he would kick the quilt again.

However, the next morning, Zhou Yibai fell ill.

When Meng Yu got up at six o'clock, he saw Zhou Yibai's cheeks turned red and his breathing was heavy. When he touched his forehead, it was hot, and no matter how he looked, he had a fever.

Meng Yu suddenly became anxious and angry that he was too careless last night. Zhou Yibai said that it was okay and really thought it was okay, which made Zhou Yibai sick.

He got out of bed and went to find medicine for Zhou Yibai. The medicines were always kept at home, but they had not expired. Meng Yu heated Zhou Yibai a pot of water, mixed a cup of warm water, and then returned to the room.

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai!" Meng Yu gently shook Zhou Yibai and "get up and take medicine."

"Um..." Zhou Yibai woke up in a daze, "I'm not sick..."

"You've been burned like this and haven't gotten sick yet!" Meng Yu was so embarrassed that he couldn't do anything to him. He helped him get up and took his medicine, and took his body temperature again.

38 degrees, not as serious as expected, but Zhou Yibai's skin is thin and white, so her face looks particularly red. But despite this, Meng Yu was still worried and wanted to take him to see a doctor.

"It's okay..." Zhou Yibai shook his head weakly, "I often do this, just sleep... Ningning... Ningning still has to attend class..."

"Okay, okay, I'll take my daughter to school later, don't worry." Meng Yu accompanied him for a while, feeling extremely distressed when he looked weak.

It was half past seven, Meng Yu went to call Ningning to get up and told her that her father was sick.

Ningning wanted to go in and see Zhou Yibai, but Zhou Yibai was afraid of contagious to her, so he had already told her not to let her in.

Zhou Yibai couldn't make breakfast, so Meng Yu made a simple breakfast for Ningning just like yesterday.

He heard a faint sob as he left the kitchen with breakfast.

As soon as I arrived at the living room, I saw Ningning sitting on the sofa with her head down, secretly wiping her tears. As soon as Ningning found that Meng Yu was coming, she immediately put down her hand, not wanting Meng Yu to find out that she was crying.

However, Meng Yu had seen it a long time ago, so he quickly put down his breakfast, squatted beside Ningning, and said anxiously: "Good baby? What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

Ning Ning raised her head, her round and bright eyes were red, and her eyes were covered with tears. She pursed her mouth and whispered: "It's all my fault... I gave Maomao a bath yesterday... I'm sick... I'm not good..."

My father sneezed yesterday, all because she secretly wanted to bathe Maomao without her father's consent. It would have been great if she had asked her father first after getting up yesterday.

Thinking of this, Ningning burst into tears, tears falling on the pants that Zhou Yibai bought for her.

Meng Yu saw his daughter crying, and his already hanged heart even more.

"Don't cry." Meng Yu touched Ningning's head, "Ningning didn't mean it. We'll just pay more attention next time, okay?"

"But... dad is sick..." Ning Ning still blamed herself, " dad is uncomfortable..."

Meng Yu wanted to say that Zhou Yibai would get sick and the three of them were actually responsible.

Ningning made Zhou Yibai wet, while Zhou Yibai did not pay attention to his physical condition. Among the three, he felt that his responsibility was the greatest.

As his brother, he was so careless that he didn't notice that Zhou Yibai had been sick. He worked overtime until the early morning last night. If he had discovered it earlier or came back earlier, Zhou Yibai wouldn't have had a fever one night.

However, it is not interesting to discuss whose fault is now. Meng Yu just wants to take good care of both the child and the lover.

Meng Yu picked up Ningning, comforted her softly, and went into the bathroom to wipe Ningning's face with a towel, asking Ningning not to worry, he would take good care of Zhou Yibai.

He put the breakfast in a lunch box and asked Ningning to take it to the kindergarten. He went into the house and looked at Zhou Yibai again. After confirming that Zhou Yibai was asleep again, he drove Ningning to school.
Chapter completed!