Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

hospital.

office.

Wei Zhehan's face was extremely ugly, gloomy and gloomy.

"How do you become a husband?! Career, is it really that important?! I don't want my wife and children anymore?!"

"Every time the fetal examination, your wife came alone. Two days ago, she had a fever and fainted. Your husband is really unqualified."

"..."

Wei Zhehan sat on the chair and clenched his fists as he heard the doctor's taunts.

Dr. Li, who happened to be on the night shift, saw him and smiled coldly: "Hey, what do you want to do with your teeth gnashing?! Slap me, or kill me?!"

Hearing this, Wei Zhehan smiled faintly: "I'm sorry, Dr. Li, for being rude. I will pay more attention in the future, and will not let their mother and child have any mistakes. By the way, adults and children, are you okay?!"

Doctor Li, with his hands in the pockets of his white coat, was lazily sitting on the desk, and said quietly: "I just moved my fetal gas two days ago, and it hasn't completely stabilized yet, so I moved my fetal gas again. It's more serious, seeing red, whether the child can keep it depends on fate."

Hearing this, Wei Zhehan clenched his fists again.

Dr. Li glanced at him: "You want to beat me and kill me, just say so. Still, you're disappointed that the baby didn't die?!"

The voice is light and faint, but very sarcastic.

Wei Zhehan stood up, and before leaving, he admitted in a low voice: "I really want to beat someone and kill someone, but it's definitely not you. Secondly, you have to believe that I hope that their mother and child can be safe more than anyone else."

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vip ward.

Sitting on the hospital bed, Mu Wanqing heard the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, and her slender willow eyebrows frowned bit by bit.

Really worried about a man-made disaster, she frowned and shouted: "Wei Zhehan, I think it's better to forget it?! Chicken soup, I won't drink..."

Before the ending sound fell, Wei Zhehan was already standing aggressively at the door of the kitchen, glaring at her angrily, and scolded: "Don't drink?! You don't want to see how thin you are, and the breeze hasn't blown away, you actually Do you want to drink?!"

"What I mean is: You can go out and buy chicken soup, or... ask a nanny to stew it!!"

"What you really mean is: very, extremely, seriously don't believe in my ability." Wei Zhehan grinned.

"..." Mu Wanqing stared blankly at him, speechless to the extreme.

Mr. Wei, the commander-in-chief of Beilu, has a high position and authority. He has three sons under his knees, but Wei Zhehan is the only grandson.

Mr. Wei's eldest son, who inherited his father's career, is a soldier.

The second son, Wei Zhehan's father, loves business and economics and started a company in the United States.

The third son, who loves art, is a famous painter.

In such a diverse family, Wei Zhehan is undoubtedly: a collection of thousands of pets.

Since he was a child, he was reluctant to brush his teeth. How could he cook? !

then……

Three hours later, Mu Wanqing stared in front of her with a twisted expression. The chicken soup that could only be described as "weird" had no intention of touching the spoon at all.

Wei Zhehan was wearing an apron, standing on the side of the hospital bed with a face full of oily smoke, holding a spoon, and kept gesturing to her with his eyes: drink quickly, drink quickly, and taste the extremely delicious chicken soup I made.

Mu Wanqing blinked her lovely big eyes, smiled at him, and said coquettishly, "Han, can you stop drinking?!"