Chapter 219: Fu Zhizhou, wake up
To say why fans are so calm, especially when someone did a live interaction before.
Thanks to two points: First, the people's police should not be offended!
Second, the entertainment industry can be said to belong to the Huo family, and Huo Yu has already given orders!
Without the rhythm of the Heizi Marketing account, the fans alone can't really make a fuss.
After all, the brainless is only a very small part, and the vast majority of fans are normal.
Moreover, porridge is so cute, why hurt such a cute little child?
True fans, it's too late to like it.
Even, there is already a personal super talk about porridge and porridge on the Internet, and there are already 100,000 fans. Who makes children without Weibo?
This news was only known to Zhou Da's agent after the father and son got into the car.
"what?"
Are you kidding me?
Zhou Huan nodded with a smile:
"Yeah, this is also porridge without a personal Weibo. If there are, there are definitely more than so many fans."
It's more than just the hundreds of millions of fans of Movie Emperor Fu, who can just climb over a part of the wall!
Children look left and right look:
"Dad, what is super talk?"
"nothing."
"Oh, Dad, porridge wants to sleep."
Fu Jiyan touched his son's forehead, but he didn't have a fever.
"Go to sleep, I'll call you when I get home."
The child was obediently nestled in his father's arms, and he didn't speak any more in the car. Soon, the child fell asleep.
Maybe it's because I didn't take a nap, and I'm tired from the plane.
......
Half an hour later, the car drove into the gate of Xiangzhou International Villa.
I was about to wake the little person in my arms, but when I touched it, I felt that the little boy's forehead was so hot that he could boil an egg.
Just as Zhou Huan opened the door to get out of the car, the man in the back seat had already said:
"Go to the hospital!"
Um?
Zhou Huan sat back again and looked at the back seat:
"What's wrong?"
"Fever."
"Ah? Didn't you touch it just now, don't you have a fever?"
Yeah, who knows who will have a fever all of a sudden? Still so hot?
The car that had just turned off was started again, and the speed was much faster than before.
"porridge?
Fu Zhizhou?
wake up? "
Someone shouted several times, and the child slowly opened his eyes:
"dad?"
There has been no response, but his father was frightened.
"Where are you uncomfortable?" The tone was a lot softer.
The child's face, forehead, and neck were all hot, and the breath that was exhaled felt a little hot.
"It's so uncomfortable." He said sullenly.
He stretched out his arms and hugged the little man in his arms:
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Forehead....
"Didn't Dad just wake up the porridge?"
Burned out before co-authoring?
"Aban, hurry up."
"Yes, Second Young Master."
Although it is not good to dislike his son in ordinary times, but seeing that his son is really sick, someone is still worried.
The child seemed to fall asleep again, but was still holding his lollipop tightly in his hand.
Fu Jiyan wanted to take it away, but he couldn't break it.
Forget it, let's go to the hospital first.
The hospital received the news in advance, and the VIP ward was cleaned up in advance.
The child was placed on the hospital bed, a small lump, very pitiful.
The director of pediatrics is seeing the child.
"Mr. Fu, you have to wake people up first."
Fu Jiyan frowned, stepped forward, sat beside the hospital bed, stretched out his hand, and patted lightly:
"Fu Zhizhou, wake up."
After calling several times in a row, he finally woke the child up.
However, when the children opened their eyes, the uncles and aunts of doctors in white coats greeted them, and they cried with a 'wow'.