When we arrived at the hospital, Wenxin looked at the long queue and suddenly felt at a loss.
In the past, when Yin Tianqing was around, she had her brother to rely on, and with Mo Sijue by her side, she had a man to rely on. Even during the four years in Rome, she had Ren En to rely on, but now, even her daughter has to be hospitalized, and she
She found that she couldn't find anyone to help her.
Nuan Nuan cried hoarsely in her arms, even her throat was hoarse from crying, how painful it must be.
Mo Sijue was meeting with the newly appointed high-level supervisor in his office. He suddenly received a phone call from Wen Xin. When he heard her crying, he became upset.
He made a call to the hospital, and immediately someone took Wen Nuan into the infirmary to treat Nuan Nuan's wounds.
The wound on her forehead was not very deep. After receiving a tetanus shot, Nuan Nuan had fallen asleep quietly. Wen Nuan looked at the swollen area on her forehead with distress, which was wrapped in white gauze. Nuan Nuan's small hands held her tightly.
Holding Wen Wen's long eyelashes, there were still tears from her crying. Wen Wen gently wiped them away with her fingertips. The little girl felt the discomfort and moved restlessly. Wen Wen patted her.
On his back, I saw her sleeping peacefully again.
Mo Sijue arrived an hour later, and there was another traffic jam on the way. He wished he could spread his wings and fly back to their mother and daughter immediately.
After understanding the situation from the doctor and confirming that Nuan Nuan was fine, he walked into the ward. The figures, one large and one small, were curled up on the bed. Mo Sijue's eyesightened, those two weak breaths
The sound rang in his ears, and he actually felt so satisfied.
This is his woman, his daughter!
Wen Nuan slept very lightly. She had already woken up when she heard footsteps behind her. She reached out and touched Nuan Nuan's hair out of habit. She heard her murmur twice, probably because she was tired from crying.
, I slept very deeply this time.
"Has she cried?" Mo Sijue put a hand on Nuan Nuan's belly, then looked at her red and swollen eyes and asked Nuan Nuan.
Wen Nuan nodded silently, her eyes filled with guilt again. It was all her fault. If she hadn't been distracted and ignored Nuan Nuan, she wouldn't have fallen and been injured.
"Don't worry, Nuan Nuan will be fine. You go wash your face first, I'll stay with her here!" Mo Sijue stretched out his hand to pull her up, and Nuan Nuan suddenly fell into his arms, sniffing his body.
The mint smell made her feel so safe.
When Nuan Nuan woke up, she saw Mo Sijue's handsome face, and Wen Nuan was no longer in the room.
She squinted her big blue eyes, opened her mouth and started looking for her mother.
"Baby, daddy is here, mommy will be back soon..."
Mo Sijue patiently coaxed Nuan Nuan. After these few days of getting along, he had figured out her temperament.
After all, a child who is only three and a half years old, such a small person, will be happy when she laughs, and sad when she cries. When she is hurt, he naturally feels as distressed as Wen Wenxin.
"We Nuannuan are strong girls. We can't cry anymore. You know, if your appearance is disfigured, you won't be beautiful anymore..." Mo Sijue took her little hand and stopped her from touching the wound on her forehead.
"Dad, I want to listen to a story!" After being frightened by him, the little man dug into him a little more. Perhaps it was the nature of father and daughter. Even after four years of missing each other, Nuan Nuan still loved him.
But Mo Sijue didn't reject it at all.
"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Mosijue searched in his mind for fairy tales that little girls like, such as mermaids, Snow White, etc. These fairy tale books are all available in children's hospitals.
"Transformers, Ren's father gave me many cars..."
Mo Sijue has black hair. Damn it, Ren, did he raise his daughter as a boy?
Wenxin went to her home and brought some warm clothes and milk bottles. When the driver took her back to the hospital, she took the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator.
When walking up to the third floor, a figure walked out of the elevator. Wenxin was about to go up to the fourth floor when he was suddenly hit hard by someone at the corner, and the bag in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
"I'm sorry!" A familiar voice suddenly came to mind above her head, and then a pair of big male hands helped her pick up the dropped things. When Wenxin looked up, she saw Mo Sen's elegant and handsome face appearing in front of her.
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"Mo Sen, why are you here?" Wen Nuan was wondering. He came out of the elevator, but if Mo Sijue asked him to come, and Nuan Nuan lives on the fourth floor, what is he doing here?
"Well, I'm here to see a friend..." Mo Sen didn't notice for a moment that the person he bumped into turned out to be Wen Wen. A strange look appeared on his gentle and handsome face, "Ms. Wen, I'll leave first!"
Then he walked away from Wen Xin calmly.
Wen Xin just felt something was wrong. When she heard the busy but panicked footsteps passing behind her, she suddenly turned around and walked towards the intensive care children's ward on the third floor.
When she walked to the innermost room, she was about to look in through the glass window when the door of the ward was suddenly opened. When she saw the figure coming out, she couldn't help but froze, "Linlin?"
The things in Wen Xin's hands fell from her hands again, and Qiao Lin had already closed the door and stood in front of her.
"Xin'er?" There were still tears on Qiao Lin's face, and there was even an obvious bite mark on the back of her hand. When she saw Wen Xin, her eyes were scared and evasive, as if a secret had been discovered.
of panic.
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Warm clothes are obviously one size smaller than Nuan Nuan.
Suddenly, she seemed to understand something. Qiao Lin would work in that kind of place, and she needed money!
"No, Xin'er, listen to me..." Before Qiao Lin could think of a reason to explain to Wen Xin, she had already pushed her away and walked to the ward.
When Wen Xin saw the child lying inside, all her suspicions were confirmed.
It was a three-year-old little girl. Her face was so pale that you couldn't feel her breathing. Her thin body was covered with needles, and Wen Wen discovered that her facial features were strikingly similar to Qiao Lin's.
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There was an unpleasant smell of medicine everywhere in the ward. Wen Xin saw that the little man lying on the bed was throbbing all over. She couldn't imagine how a three-year-old child could withstand such concussion.
Heart torture?
"Whose child is this?" Wen Xin looked directly at Qiao Lin, deep into her sad eyes.