Chapter 80: Eighty Makes No Difference

Song Fenglin felt that he had slept for a very long time, but he didn't expect that it was still dark when he opened his eyes.

When he woke up, he didn't check his phone first. Instead, he went to the living room. As soon as he opened the door, he was dazzled by the brightness outside. He said to himself, "I slept all day."

Chen Yun was lying on the sofa playing with her phone. From her angle, she could see a little bit of the master bedroom door.

Hearing the noise, she said, "Don't overestimate your sleep quality."

Song Fenglin took a step forward and found her, and asked, "What time is it now?"

Chen Yun: "Almost six o'clock."

She turned over and jumped up nimbly: "Just right, I was going to wake you up to eat at this hour."

After saying that, Song Fenglin was really a little hungry: "Did you cook?"

Chen Yun: "If porridge is considered cooking."

Song Fenglin always coaxed her: "Of course it is, you have to wash the rice and put it in the pot, how hard it is."

If you don't flatter someone well, it will become weird.

Chen Yun glanced at him: "Didn't you tell me that you would change it?"

Change what? Song Fenglin was a little dazed, perhaps because of the fever. He seemed to remember something only after she reminded him. He took two steps back and bumped into the dining chair.

Chen Yun: "What are you doing?"

Song Fenglin actually stuttered: "No... nothing."

Two blushes appeared behind his ears, making him look even more suspicious.

Chen Yun put the bowl on the dining table and freed her hand to touch his forehead: "It's true that the temperature hasn't dropped much."

She then took out a thermometer from her pocket: "Measure it again."

Song Fenglin originally thought that the afternoon was a milestone in their relationship, but seeing her expression as if nothing had happened, he couldn't help feeling dejected.

He held the thermometer between his legs, with a look of "hesitant to speak" written on his face.

Chen Yun didn't notice.

She was frying eggs in the kitchen, waving the spatula around, and probably in a good mood, humming a little tune.

Song Fenglin went in and talked to her: "Have you eaten?"

Chen Yun gestured for him to look at the takeaway box on the ground, and emphasized: "It's not that you are eating alone, it's that you can't eat now."

Song Fenglin knew at a glance that she ordered fried chicken, and said: "Eggs count as chicken too."

Chen Yun: "It sounds a bit scary."

Song Fenglin thought it was a joke, and thought he might as well not say anything, so he simply pursed his lips.

Chen Yun noticed his silence, turned around and glanced at him: "Go and sit down, the test may not be accurate later."

She then said: "If you are not well tomorrow, you have to make an appointment."

Going to the hospital and getting glasses are two things that are Song Fenglin's lifelong enemies.

He knew it was wrong to avoid seeing a doctor, but he still couldn't help wanting to escape: "No need, people say a cold will heal in seven days without taking medicine."

Chen Yun: "But you have to make sure it's a common cold."

In fact, she only became good at taking care of patients after giving birth. A lot of medical knowledge came from pediatricians, and she was not sure whether it was applicable to adults.

She was unsure, so she turned off the stove and took the eggs out of the pot, holding the plate in one hand and the cell phone in the other: "No, I have to check."

Song Fenglin was very conflicted.

He enjoyed the feeling of being cared for, but didn't want to cause her too much trouble. He always felt like he was becoming a burden, so he had to be obedient.

Chen Yun saw him sitting upright in a chair, waiting for the teacher to distribute snacks like his son on his first day of daycare.

Perhaps it was because she had just moved him from liking to loving him in her heart, and suddenly she felt that this person had become more lovely, and there seemed to be something different about him, but she couldn't describe it.

She thought that love is the most complicated thing in the world, so she put the plate on the table and spread out her hands: "Give it to me."

Song Fenglin was actually a little distracted just now and didn't react before putting his hand on it.

Chen Yun uttered a rising tone: "I said thermometer."

Oh oh oh oh oh, Song Fenglin came to his senses and smiled awkwardly.

Chen Yun glanced at the scale and saw it stopped at 37.5. He said, "It's okay. I'm not stupid."

He raised his chin and said, "Eat quickly and go back to sleep after eating."

Do pigs live like this? Song Fenglin wasn't actually that sleepy, but his biggest advantage was that he was obedient. After eating, he lay down again, but he stared at the ceiling in a daze, and then he smiled foolishly when he thought about what happened in the afternoon.

The certainty of being loved filled his life that was always filled with fear of being abandoned, and the world seemed to be blooming with flowers in the snow.

He slowly fell asleep with this joy. Chen Yun came in once to check on him and found that he was sleeping well. She gave the local specialties she brought from her hometown to the mother of Xingxing, a classmate living in the same community - she also gave them to her last time.

The classmate's mother was scolding her child, but when she saw the guests coming, she stopped talking and put on a smile: "Didn't Xingxing come?"

Chen Yun: "No, she was in my hometown with my parents." That

's great! The classmate's mother showed her envy and chatted with her: "The class list will be out next week. Do you know how many classes there are in the first grade this year?"

When asked this, Chen Yun naturally shook her head: "I haven't heard of it."

The classmate's mother quickly gave her some knowledge: "Everyone says that Teacher Wang's class is the best."

Teacher Wang has been teaching for quite a while and is more strict. It is said that he is very majestic, but Chen Yun is most afraid of this kind of teacher.

Although she had good grades when she was in school, she was not the type to follow the rules, and it was always difficult for her to please such old-fashioned teachers.

My daughter’s personality is lively and energetic.

Chen Yun was a little worried that she wouldn't be able to adapt. The more she thought about it, the more confused she became, so she went home with a sad face.

She sat in the living room and began to ask around about the first-grade teachers of the Experimental Primary School, but she couldn't define them without meeting them. Then she suddenly sighed, "Why is it so difficult to study?"

Being able to buy a house in the school district is only the first step. Ningjiang's education invests more in extracurricular classes, and everyone's schedule is until ten o'clock in the evening.

Chen Yun didn’t want to put too much pressure on her child, but she also wouldn’t let her grow up freely. Thinking of this, she sent a voice message to her mother: [Xingxing, have you finished your homework today?

Although Liu Yingxia and her husband doted on the third generation, they still invested most of their love in their daughter and put her instructions at the highest level: [Let her write it in the afternoon, and take it to the second aunt for inspection.] That

's fine. Chen Yun switched the dialog box and sent a red envelope to her cousin: [I'll treat you to milk tea.]

Chen Ying was not polite with her. After receiving it, the two sisters chatted about other things.

As they chatted, everyone tacitly stopped the conversation.

Chen Yun had nothing else to do for a moment, so she looked around for something to do.

Unfortunately, Song Fenglin was too diligent and didn't even leave a coffee table for her to clean.

To be honest, when they got married, Chen Yun just thought he was a nice person, like a student who was among the top students in the class. You knew he could get into a 211 university, but he turned out to be the top student in the province.

Sometimes she felt that she had found a treasure, but on the other hand, wasn't it lucky that Song Fenglin could marry her?

After all, when people reach middle age, a stable family is better than so many things and can be said to be priceless.

What's more, with his personality, it's a good thing he met me, otherwise he would definitely be manipulated by others and might lose both his money and his life.

Thinking of this, she felt very guilty, especially after she thought she had finally expressed her love.

No matter how much she gave, that was the part she was most stingy with, and it was the part that she always felt was a little inadequate in this marriage.

Now she finally felt at peace with herself and felt completely relaxed.

But what can you do if you shake? She has always been the queen of this family and has always had the upper hand in relationships.

Thinking about it this way, it seems boring again.