Pampering the Spicy Little Crazy Wife

Climb to the back of the snow mastiff, according to the command of the wind small bad, snow mastiff as a leopard has been running out. Mommy, you have to hold on.

In front of Nangong's house.

Feng xiaobad came here with his own memory. He looked around at the door for a long time and yelled: "Uncle Shuai, uncle Shuai..."

The maid was surprised: "you are... Oh, you are master Feng." Xiao bad didn't come to Nangong's house many times, so some of the maids were not very familiar. Fortunately, such a handsome child is easy to recognize.

"Sister, I'm looking for uncle Shuai."

"Are you coming in? Or wait here? "

"Sister, can you call uncle Shuai out? I have something urgent Wind small bad hands clenched into fists, small feet in the same place constantly step, step, looking at people's hearts flash a trace of heartache.

The maid's heart ached, so she executed it immediately.

After a while, Nangong Jue came out. He was dressed in casual clothes, and his blue eyes were very cold at night. He went to the door. If Nangong Jue, the president of Nangong enterprise and the head of China's four major gangs, came out to meet him in person, Feng xiaobad was definitely the first person.

"Uncle Shuai, uncle Shuai!" The wind is small and bad. It's waving and shaking.

"Why are you here alone?" He looked around, did not see the figure of the woman, eyes a little more doubt.

"Uncle Shuai, help! My mommy is dying..."

At night.

Feng's family became very busy. Xiao bad found Nangong Jue, which was obviously a wise move. Soon a room full of doctors and nurses surrounded the room.

The wind is small bad is worried, and afraid to disturb the doctor, had to stand alone in the corner, also don't go, also don't go to sleep, silently waiting.

"What happened to her." It was not until Nangong refused to open his mouth that this serious situation was broken.

The attending doctor came to Nangong Jue and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Nangong, this young lady is not in a big way. Only after days of malnutrition, excessive fatigue, overeating, eating too much seafood and strenuous exercise, did the following symptoms appear. After a few injections, take good care of yourself for a few days, and you can recover

"Overtired?" Nangong Jue frowned. She didn't care about this woman for a few days. What's wrong with her?

"Yes, it's like miss. She has a good foundation. If she has a bad foundation, she will die suddenly."

As soon as the doctor said this, the wind on one side was scared and cried: "Wow, wow, wow, wow." All the time, I didn't cry. When I heard what the doctor said, my tears fell like a fountain.

One side of the nurse rushed to comfort: "children, come on, don't cry, your mother is OK."

"Wow, wow, wow, my mother almost died. It's terrible." He was scared.

"Little bad, come here." Nangong is definitely a little windy. He beckons.

The wind is small, the sky is dim and the earth is dark. He is pushed to Nangong Jue by the maid. His shoulder is shaking because of crying.

Blue Mou raises, swept the doctor nurse in a room: "finished, go first."

"Yes."

The doctors and nurses did not dare to stay more. They left the medicine, detailed medication time, injections, and several syringes filled with medicine. Then they left.

The house, which had just been surrounded by water, quieted down.

"Why are you crying?" Nangong Jue looks at the child in front of him.

"Because, because of Mommy, almost, almost died."

"Not dead yet?"

Wind small bad side holding a small fist wipe tears, while choking said: "small bad, can, day is not afraid, ground is not afraid. No games, no toys, no anything, but, but little bad can't do without Mommy. Mommy is the only relative of little bad. " He knows that he has no father, no grandfather, no grandmother, no grandparents, only Mommy is a close relative by blood. In this world, he can not want everything, but can not have a mother.

It wasn't an earth shaking sentence, but it made people feel a lot from such a small mouth.

Nangong Jue has always been cold and heartless, but at this moment, his heart was deeply touched by the child. I couldn't help trying to hold the child.

But he stopped and said slowly, "what's the matter with your mommy? Why are you so tired? What are you doing these days? "

"Mommy's training."

"Training?"

"Mommy said that she would take part in some competitions and train harder, so Mommy was busy every day. When you came, you saw a stone lion outside. Mommy also moved it to practice every day." He said helplessly that the madness of mommy in those days really scared him as a son.

I knew that this would cause sudden death. Even if I broke his leg, I would stop mommy's behavior. Fortunately, Mommy is OK now. Thank God for that.

Blue eyes a cold, this woman? What is the training competition? To be strong? Oh, isn't that enough for her now? What else needs to be? Superman?

Eyes flashed cold, hand patted the wind, small bad head: "go to sleep."

"But Mommy, she..."

"Isn't there me?"

"Uncle Shuai, then, Mommy, please give it to you." Wind small bad serious bow, reluctantly looking at the bed of Mommy, this is willing to leave, give mommy to handsome uncle, he is still at ease, so this is willing to leave.

Small bad also left, the room left him and her two people on the bed, Nangong Jue sat on the chair beside the bed, looking at her thin face, can't help but frown.

Wind shallow Xi sleep very familiar, don't know what dream, brow tightly wrinkled up.

He stretched out his finger, poked her eyebrows, only to see, coldly put her frown to smooth.

"Uh huh..." shallow Xi murmured with his lips open and close: "Nangong Jue, you big fool."

On one side, Nangong Jue drew his lips and clenched her fist with one hand. This fateful woman would scold him even in her dreams? What kind of dream do you have?

Although cold, but can not resist curiosity, he said: "what do you dream of?"

"Well, well... Nangong Jue you rotten egg, I'll curse you, er..." she said to herself.

It's said that you should not talk with the dreamer. In fact, in the subconscious of your mind, the dreamer will unconsciously go on.

Nangong Jue pestles her forehead with one hand, this damned woman! Talk in your sleep, all about this? How many dreams have you had.