One Child and Two Treasures: Young Master Gu's palm is full of tenderness

Chapter 798 What the hell is going on here? 6
Dongfang Jing took another puff of cigarette, and there was a tired but still unflattering charm in his voice: "Little fox, have you forgotten what I said? Never appear in front of my eyes! Never!"

"Tell me, am I cured?"

"Jing, don't make fun of this kind of thing, don't tease me!"

Dongfangjing's cigarette was in his mouth, and he never spoke. In the end, all Qingqing heard was a beeping busy tone.

She called again, but he had already chosen to refuse.

Dongfang Jing slightly closed his eyebrows and stood in front of the smoke-filled factory, his eyes filled with turbulent hostility. When someone around him saw him hang up the phone, he immediately stepped forward to report the damage caused by the factory explosion. With a cigarette in his pocket, he fell into deep thought, suddenly interrupted the factory manager, and with a gesture, the personal assistant came over: "Master."

"Bring me the staff of the medical team responsible for treating Qingqing."

The disease is cured?Qingqing's call was really inexplicable.

He recruited the best doctors in the world, formed a medical team, headed by Dr. Liang, who was the attending doctor who was affectionate at the time, and was responsible for the affectionate treatment. The diagnosis result presented to him was powerless. However, her cancer cells have spread to her whole body, and there is no way to treat it medically.

Neither Chinese medicine nor Western medicine can do anything to predict her life, which will not exceed one month at most.

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Qingqing looked at the hung up phone, and Xiaobao rushed in front of her, put the phone aside, and hugged Xiaobao: "Mom? Mom? Sleepy."

"Does Xiaobao want to take a nap?"

Xiaobao hugged Qingqing relyingly, opened her big eyes and nodded vigorously: "Mom to sleep with Xiaobao?"

"Okay, mom will sleep with you."

Children sleep more than adults every day. He sleeps for 10 hours at night, and takes a nap when he is tired from playing at noon. Xiao Bao went to bed.

Coaxing Xiaobao to sleep, Xiaobao smelled like a child's milk scent, and the little guy put his arms around her neck: "Mom, if you want to tell a bedtime story, you can also sing a lullaby."

Nuannuan always coaxes him to sleep like this, Xiaobao really wants his mother to coax him to sleep like this.

"A lullaby?" But she couldn't read it all.

"That's right, that's right." Xiaobao's bright eyes were filled with anticipation, he really wanted to hear his mother sing a lullaby.

"But mom won't."

Xiaobao pursed his lips, and his mother couldn't sing a lullaby: "How about telling a story?"

"You can't tell the story of Snow White. It's a lie to children. Nuannuan is stupid. I don't believe it."

Qingqing was troubled, it seemed that she didn't know how to tell stories, and seeing the disappointment in her son's eyes, she didn't know what to do. For a while, she felt that she was really a very incompetent mother who knew nothing.

Little Treasure seemed to see Qingqing's embarrassment, and swished up from the quilt, the little guy crawled out of bed, pulled out a small drawer, took out a storybook from it, and crawled onto the bed again , Handed to Qingqing like offering a treasure.

"Dad always uses this to talk about it."

Kissing Xiaobao's cheek affectionately, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and let Xiaobao sleep in his arms.

(End of this chapter)