Sky-high engagement: Pick up a cute wife and bring it home

Chapter 297 No news is good news

"Mom, grandma, what are you talking about, who is she?"

Mo Xiaotian was still ignorant and couldn't hear anything clearly.

It's okay not to see Mo Xiaotian, but seeing her stupid and cute look, Zhou Yijun really wanted to hit someone.

Being used as a gun by others, he still looks stupid like he doesn't know.

"Tiantian, don't contact Song Jiaren in the future."

Jiang Hui also sighed. This daughter of hers grew up in a sugar bowl. Although she was a little domineering, she was pure in heart.

Being with someone like Song Jiaren, and being sold by her, I'm afraid he is still counting the money for her!
"Why, Sister Jiaren is a good person!"

Mo Xiaotian is a little upset, why are you talking about Sister Jiaren!

She is so beautiful, so weak, so simple.

Not to mention, when a man saw it, he wanted to protect it. When she saw it, she wanted to protect it.

Hearing what she said, Jiang Hui was about to slap her on the head, but seeing her scarred body, she felt a little bit reluctant.

"Tiantian, then grandma asks you, if the person who encountered this situation with you today was Song Jiaren, would she push you away?"

Zhou Yijun asked aloud.

"what?"

Mo Xiaotian was slightly taken aback.

Then, she said again, "I won't let Sister Jiaren push me away? She is a big star, how can she get hurt, what if she hurts her face? She is so weak."

Mo Xiaotian shook her head again and again.

Hearing what she said, Zhou Yijun and Jiang Hui stopped talking.

They all sighed again, this is probably the legendary idiot fan!

There is a big star in their family who doesn't like their children, but they are willing to be other people's fans.

Once again, when Zhou Yijun returned to the door of the operating room, Mucheng hadn't come out yet.

She sat down beside Mo Xiangtian, and Xi Meilian was sleeping next to Mu Qingyang.

Looking at Mu Qing's upturned mouth, she held a mobile phone in her hand, and it looked like she was chatting enthusiastically with someone.

Suddenly the door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out a little tired.

"How about it!"

Di Yao rushed forward first, although his expression was not too obvious, but there was a trace of nervousness in his eyes.

"Because I was hit on the head, my life is fine now. If I wake up in the past two days, I will be fine. If I don't wake up, I will be in a vegetable state."

Just as the doctor finished speaking, Di Yao's hands on his shoulders suddenly tightened.

The doctor felt very painful and was operating all night. At this time, he was pushed out to report to Young Master Di. He also risked his life.

Now he doesn't have the strength to struggle anymore, he feels that his whole body has started to fly in the sky.

After a while, Mucheng was pushed out of the operating room.

Di Yao threw it away with a sound, and followed the pushed bed all the way to the ward.

The top luxurious ward is just like the presidential suite of a five-star hotel, luxurious and luxurious, with a little fragrance.

Mucheng was gently moved onto the large bed.

The bed was covered with snow-white sheets, Mu Cheng's frail body and pale face, against the background of the white sheets, looked even paler.

The whole body also looks thin.

Di Yao sat on the side of the bed, he held Mucheng's hand, her eyes were tightly closed.

The slender eyelashes are like butterflies resting on her face.

(End of this chapter)