Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

It is said that the child is a piece of meat on her parents. At this time, her heartache is like being twisted by a knife. Crazy looking for a small bad figure, see people ask, keep asking. But how to ask, the answer is shake your head, shake your head! Or someone said that a little boy was hit by a car and then taken away by the owner.

The last thing I want to hear is about a child being hit. She can't accept

"Small bad... You don't scare your mother, small bad..." walking on the road in a mess, tears have already turned in the eyes.

In the past four years, except for pretending to cry, she seldom shed another tear, and her heart was wrapped in iron. But the child is still a thorn in her heart.

Back and forth of the search, from the day to find the evening, has been crying into a tearful person, the voice of the call, the voice is hoarse. I'm still looking for it.

When she couldn't find the child, she sat helplessly next to the green belt and cried. cattle

As the sun sets, it gets darker and darker.

At this time, in a luxurious big house, the house is obviously new, with a sense of luxury. It is several times larger than the original Nangong house.

"Master, wake up, wake up, young master wake up." The maid ran downstairs excitedly.

Nangong Jue frowned: "young master?"

Maid a Leng, some timid droop eyes, nono asked: "Er? Isn't that little boy the master's child“ You think it's possible! " Nangong Jue's face suddenly cooled down, stood up and walked slowly upstairs.

The maid was completely stunned, and the owner suddenly came back with an injured child in her arms. And she looks a little similar. She naturally thinks it's the illegitimate son of the master outside, doesn't she??

"Well, I heard from the driver that the child was accidentally hit by a car. That's why the master brought it back for medical treatment. " The maids around whispered to her.

"Ah? I thought it was the master's child The maid patted her forehead. She only hated her conjecture and said, "but it's strange that the little boy is at least five or six points similar to his master."

"Yes? I didn't pay attention! But it seems that Xiaolian is quite handsome. "

"I've just been taking care of the child with the doctor. I've been staring at that face for a long time. The more I look, the more I look! I feel like a bastard anyway. "

"Shh... Can't you talk nonsense? If you are heard by the host, even if you have ten heads, it's not enough to chop."

The maid talked, but she didn't dare to continue. She had to zip her mouth.

Upstairs, Nangong never hurried into the bedroom, a room of doctors and nurses have respectfully lowered their heads: "Mr. Nangong."

Doctors and nurses quickly stood aside to make way for nangongjue.

"How is he?"

"Just wake up, what a miracle! Basically, there is nothing wrong with the body, just some abrasions and skin injuries. I can take some medicine in a few days. But his right leg is a little bit more seriously injured, but apply some medicine, and it will be better in a day or two. " The doctor said respectfully.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..." at this time, there was a wailing sound from the bed.

Blue eyes glanced in the past, he went to the bed, looking at the child on the bed: "cry what?"

"Am I lame?" Wind small bad a nose, a tear flow, finished, finished, he will not become a disabled ah? Then he would be Mom's oil bottle

Nangong looked at him coldly: "don't cry." He said almost in an imperative tone.

"Well..." Feng xiaobad held his breath, and his face was about to turn red. He stared at nangongjue with his round eyes: "Wow, wow, wow..." he didn't hold his breath, but cried.

Blue eyes become colder.

The doctors and nurses standing on one side were scared out of a cold sweat. Although this is a child, don't challenge the patience of President Nangong like this?

"Don't cry any more." He continued, his voice as cold as an ice arrow.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I want mommy. I want mommy. I'm disabled. Will mommy not want me? Wuwuwuwu. " Can he not cry? He was about to cry.

but!

Nangong Jue twisted a little knot on his forehead. How old is he? Take back the cold of Mou son, he light way: "don't worry, you can't be lame. You'll be alive in two days. "

"Really?" Xiao bad said he would not cry if he didn't cry, and his tears stopped immediately. Turning over is faster than turning over. He blinked and stared at Nangong Jue. He only remembered that when he picked up the coin, he was hit. The doctor's sister told him where it was and what happened. But who is the handsome uncle in front of us? It looks like it's very powerful.

He stared at Shuai uncle with tearful eyes: "uncle, are you the boss here?"

"What's your name?"

"My name is Xiao bad. Uncle, I want to see my mom. Can you help me find my mommy? "

"Who is your mother? Where is she? "

"My mommy is..." when Feng xiaobad was about to say it, she remembered the advice of mommy in her mind. Not able to reveal her information to strangers. So he closed his mouth: "uncle, I'd better go home by myself, can you send me back to the original place?"

If he goes back to the place where the restaurant was hit, he should be able to find his way home slowly.

"Yes, it's late today. You'll go to bed first and take you there tomorrow."

Nangong Jue waved his hand and said to the doctor: "take care of him tonight."

"Yes."

Wind small bad lying in bed, looking at the eyes of the handsome uncle, really is the boss here! I don't know what happened to mummy. If I can't find him, I must be very anxious: "Uncle Shuai, I can't spend the night here. I have to go home quickly, or I will worry if my mother can't find me."

"Well? Going back now? " His blue eyes slanted.

Small head quickly point: "mm-hmm, it's already dark, I disappeared for a day, my mom must look for me to find the anxious death.". She will have to look for a job tomorrow. I can't be so bad as to delay her Said the small bad will jump out of bed.

"Children, don't move. You are not well yet. It's going to hurt! " One side of the doctor quickly said.

"Ouch... Pain...!" It's a pity that it's too late. His little body has already twisted, and the pain makes him scream.

Nangong Jue's cold eyes sank, turned to the doctor and asked, "when will he be able to move?"

The doctor bowed his head and replied respectfully, "because now he hasn't applied ointment on his body, and his feet are not completely well, and several wounds will hurt when he moves. We'll put a good ointment on him at night. After bandaging him, he'll have a rest and sleep. If he moves tomorrow, he won't have such pain. "