Annoying wife by the pillow: cute husband wants a baby

"Do you think this guy will obediently eat the food we gave him?" Dr. Wei shrugged, "For a picky eater, no matter how smart a nutritionist is, he can't do anything."

Yu Tai noticed Liang Tongtong's questioning gaze and replied, "Master also has physical training classes, every day. He also has several martial arts teachers, but...he is busy..."

So the attendance rate is not very high... Yu Tai probably meant that.

Liang Tongtong was a little helpless.How can a person who is sick for a while from time to time have a positive attitude.

Dr. Wei frowned when he lifted the quilt. He took a look at Jian Siheng's pajamas again, and then said to Liang Tongtong, "Have you seen Madam?"

Knowing that he was referring to Jian Siheng's injury, Liang Tongtong nodded.

Dr. Wei threw away all the quilts that Jian Siheng was covering, picked up a scalpel, and seemed to intend to cut the pajamas off Jian Siheng's body directly.

But when he was about to start with the scalpel, he seemed to have noticed something strange under Jian Siheng's bottoms, so he directly pulled up Jian Siheng's pants and looked at his crotch.

"Madam, let's have a cup of tea first." Dr. Wei did not continue.

Liang Tongtong knew what he was looking at just now. In fact, she didn't want to see the cruel appearance of that place again, but she couldn't let it go.

"I've seen it," she replied.

Dr. Wei seemed to think about it, and frowned: "Then I still have to ask Madam to avoid it, for the sake of the young master."

After all, the young master's injury was caused by him, but he was not necessarily willing to let his woman see him heal his wounds.

In fact, Liang Tongtong also has a lot of money in her heart. Before the treatment started, her chest was full of sourness.

"Okay, I'll wait outside. Call me if you need any help." Liang Tongtong secretly clutched her chest and exited the bedroom.

Liang Tongtong sat on the sofa downstairs and waited, and soon saw Yu Tai also come down.

Seeing Liang Tongtong downstairs, Yu Tai took the initiative to report: "Doctor Wei asked me to go to his hospital to get some things." After speaking, he quickly walked out of the living room and drove away.

Liang Tongtong was sitting alone in the spacious and luxurious living room, as the night was getting dark, she felt lonely for no reason.

Jian Siheng, you must recover, you will get better soon.

Her hands were clasped close to her chest.

Walking outside the living room, looking at the stars in the night sky, Liang Tongtong silently prayed in her heart: If Jian Siheng can recover, she is willing to share her laughter with him, and she is willing to share with him the little peace left.

The door to the courtyard of the villa was opened again, and three black cars entered one after another.

An old man in a dark suit got in and out of the extended black car in the middle.

The old man walked quickly towards the living room with a cane on his back. When he saw Liang Tongtong at the door, he snorted, "Where's that brat!"

The old man is about 70 years old, dressed luxuriously, energetic, and the crutches he holds are like his decorations.

"He's sick." Liang Tongtong hurriedly lowered his head to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, then took a deep breath and walked in with the old man.

Strangely, the old man didn't ask who the "brat" was, but she understood that he was referring to Jian Siheng.

Sometimes many things and many people seem to have special telepathy.

The old man glared at Liang Tongtong again: "What does he look like crying! I'm going to see what's wrong with him and why he doesn't go to the company for seven days!"