The crown prince's pet

Arriving at the hospital, Wen Xin looked at the long-dragon-like line, and was suddenly at a loss again.

In the past, when Yin Tianqing was around, she had her brother to rely on, and with Jue Mo Sijue by her side, she had a man to rely on. Even in the four years in Rome, she had Ren to rely on, but now, even her daughter is going to be hospitalized. She found that she couldn't find anyone to help her.

Nuannuan cried hoarsely in her arms, even her voice was hoarse from crying, how painful it must be.

Mo Sijue was meeting with the newly established high-level supervisor in the office. He suddenly received a warm call, and when he heard her crying, he became upset.

He made a phone call to the hospital, and immediately someone brought Wen Xin into the infirmary to treat Nuan Nuan's wound.

The wound on her forehead was not very deep, she had received a tetanus shot, Nuan Nuan had already fallen asleep peacefully, Wen Nuan looked at the swollen area on her forehead with distress, it was wrapped in white gauze, Nuan Nuan's little hands tightly Clutching Wen Xin, the long eyelashes still had tears from her past, Wen Wen gently wiped them away with her fingertips, the little girl felt the discomfort and moved restlessly, Wen Wen patted her back, and saw that she had fallen asleep peacefully.

Mo Sijue arrived an hour later, and there was a traffic jam on the road, he wished he could spread his wings and fly back to their mother and daughter.

After learning about the situation from the doctor and confirming that Nuan Nuan was fine, he walked into the ward. The large and small figures were curled up on the bed, Mo Sijue looked straight, and the two weak breaths The sound rang in his ears, and he felt so satisfied.

This is his woman, his daughter!

Wenxin slept very lightly. She woke up when she heard footsteps behind her. She habitually reached out to touch Nuannuan's hair, and heard her mutter twice, probably because she was tired from crying. , This sleep was very deep.

"Has she cried?" Mo Sijue put one hand on Nuan Nuan's belly, then looked at her red and swollen eyes and asked Wen Nuan.

Wen Xin nodded silently, her eyes were full of guilt, it was her fault, if she hadn't been distracted and ignored Nuan Nuan, she wouldn't have fallen and got hurt.

"Don't worry, Nuan Nuan will be fine, you go wash your face first, I'll be here with her!" Mo Sijue stretched out his hand to pull her up, and Wen Nuan slammed into his arms, sniffing his body With the breath of mint, she felt so safe.

When Nuan Nuan woke up and saw Mo Sijue's handsome face, Wen Xin was no longer in the room.

She squinted her big blue eyes, opened her mouth and started looking for her mother.

"Baby, Dad is here, Mom will be back soon..."

Mo Sijue coaxed Nuan Nuan patiently. After getting along with her for the past few days, he had figured out her temper.

After all, a child who is only three and a half years old, such a small person, will be happy when he laughs, and sad when he cries. When she is hurt, he naturally feels as distressed as Wen Xin.

"We Nuannuan are strong girls, we can't cry anymore, we won't be pretty if we lose our appearance..." Mo Sijue took her little hand, preventing her from touching the wound on her forehead.

"Dad, I want to listen to a story!" After being stupefied by him for a while, the little man burrowed into him a little more. Perhaps it was the natural relationship between father and daughter. But Mo Sijue didn't reject it at all.

"Okay, what do you want to hear?" Mo Sijue searched for the fairy tales that little girls like in his mind, such as mermaids, Snow White, etc. Children's Hospital has all these fairy tale books.

"Transformers, Father Ryan gave me a lot of cars..."

Mo Sijue has black hair, damn Ren, did he raise his daughter as a boy?

Wenxin went to the house and brought some warm clothes and feeding bottles. When the driver took her back to the hospital, she didn't wait for the elevator, so she took the stairs instead.

When walking up to the third floor, a figure came out of the elevator. Wen Xin was about to go up to the fourth floor, when she was bumped hard at the corner, and the bag in her hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry!" A familiar voice suddenly came to mind, and then a pair of big male hands helped her pick up the dropped things. When Wen Xin looked up, she saw Mo Sen's gentle and handsome face appearing in front of her .

"Mo Sen, why are you here?" Wen Xin was wondering, he came out of the elevator, but if Mo Sijue asked him to come, Nuan Nuan lives on the fourth floor, what is he doing here?

"Well, I came to see a friend..." Mo Sen didn't notice for a moment that the person he bumped into was Wen Xin, and a strange look appeared on his gentle and handsome face, "Miss Wen, then I'll go first!"

After that, he walked away from Wen Xin leisurely.

Wen Xin just felt that something was wrong. Hearing the rushing and flustered footsteps behind her, she suddenly turned around and walked towards the intensively ill children's ward area 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 that came out, she couldn't help being stunned, "Linlin?"

The things in Wenxin's hands fell from her hands again, and Qiao Lin had already closed the door and stood in front of her.

"Xin'er?" Qiao Lin's face was still stained with tears, and there was even an obvious bite mark on the back of her hand. When she saw Wen Xin, her eyes were frightened and dodged, as if a secret had been discovered. flustered.

"Who is inside? What are you crying for?" A flash came to Wenxin's head. The first time she went to Qiao Lin's place, there were children's clothes and toys inside, and the next time, she said she would give it to Nuan Warm clothes are clearly 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 figure out the reason to explain to Wen Xin, she had already pushed her away and walked into the ward.

When Wenxin saw the child lying inside, all her guesses were confirmed.

It was a three-year-old little girl, her face was so pale that people could not feel her breathing, her thin body was full of needles, and Wen Xin discovered that this small facial features were strikingly similar to Qiao Lin .

The ward was filled with an unpleasant smell of potions. Wenxin saw that the little man lying on the bed was convulsed all over. She couldn't imagine how a three-year-old child could withstand such a convulsion. Heart torture?

"Whose child is this?" Warm eyes stared directly at Qiao Lin, deeply rooted into her sad eyes.