black belly son god doctor mother

chapter 545

When Xue Wushuang came out, she saw Xiao Mo sitting there writing, a row of soldiers stood in front of him, and a pile of letters lay on the table.

When she was walking there, she realized that Xiao Mo was writing a letter home to them.

When Xue Wushuang looked at this son, her eyes turned red a lot.

She has always thought that her child is very sensible, but today, she feels that Xiao Mo is too sensible, so sensible that she feels a little distressed.

How long did it take him to write so many family letters?How long did he last?
I'm afraid his little hands are sore now, but when she came here, she didn't hear Xiao Mo say that he was tired, and he didn't stop, he was still sitting with the group of people writing home letters.

For these soldiers, letters from home are worth ten thousand dollars.

But for Xue Wushuang, her son is also the most important.

Xue Wushuang walked to Xiao Mo's side, and the soldiers below all greeted her, "Madame General."

Xiao Mo glanced at Xue Wushuang, and continued to write down what he just said.

"Xiao Mo, do you want to take a break? Are your hands tired? Don't force yourself." Xue Wushuang looked at Xiao Mo's hand, which was stained with a little ink.

Hearing Xue Wushuang's words, the people below were startled!
That's right, they were thinking about their own family letters, but they didn't expect how long and how many letters the five-year-old child in front of them had written.

Many people looked at Xiao Mo with a little more admiration, and some people also thought that this is the general's son.

"Young master, let's rest first, it doesn't matter whether we write or not." Someone felt sorry for Xiao Mo and said repeatedly.

A lot of people would chime in and say, "Yes, it doesn't matter if we don't write."

Although they really want to have a letter from home to their family members, but there is a child in front of them, they can't be so selfish.

Xiao Mo shook his head at Xue Wushuang at this time and said, "Mother, it's okay, I'm not tired. There are still so many people queuing up."

Xue Wushuang stroked Xiaomo's head distressedly, and then said, "Take a rest first, mother will help you."

"Okay." Xiao Mo took a look at Xue Wushuang, and responded with a smile.

When he put down the pen, Xue Wushuang saw that Xiao Mo's hands were shaking.

Xiao Mo was holding back the pen by force just now, but now when he relaxes, he can't stop trembling.

But because he was afraid that Xue Wushuang would be worried, the moment Xiao Mo found out, he immediately stretched his waist and shook his hands.

Xue Wushuang watched this scene, but did not reveal it.

She was red-eyed and calmed down, and then began to write letters home.

Those people saw that the general's wife had come to help, and they felt a little more grateful in their hearts.

Xiao Mo also came to help Xue Wushuang after resting for about a quarter of an hour.

I don't know how long it took to write, and those people's family letters are considered finished.

Xue Wushuang and Xiao Mo were so tired that they didn't want to do anything. The two fell asleep on the table.

Seeing that Xue Wushuang hadn't come back after going out for so long, Liang Feng went out of the main tent and looked outside.

When they came here, they saw Xue Wushuang and Xiao Mo sleeping on the table.

Liangfeng sighed helplessly again, and then walked to the two of them.

He first carried Xiaomo to sleep in the collapsed part of the main tent, and helped him cover the quilt, and after that, he carried Xue Wushuang to the next tent.

With emotion, he stretched out his hand and gently scratched Xue Wushuang's nose, and sighed, "It seems that I can only let you go tonight."

(End of this chapter)