President Daddy is super strong

Muqiqi woke up and the sky was dark.

She didn't know how long she had slept, but she felt a lot more comfortable all over her body, just like she was resurrected with blood.

Sitting up from her bed, she looked around and saw no one but her.

I feel a sense of foreboding in my heart. Is something wrong with the little star?

In panic, she opened the quilt and got out of bed. She put on her slippers in a hurry and was ready to run to little star's ward.

Fingers pulled the doorknob open, and the man who had been guarding the door stood up from the chair. "Wake up?"

The frightened Mou Guang saw his moment and immediately calmed down. She grabbed his hand and said, "what about my son? How's the son? "

Mo yanjue patted her on the back gently." the son is very good. He woke up in the afternoon and cried to see you. "

When she heard that her son wanted to see her, her excited heart was even more restless. She tugged at Mo yanjue and said, "let's go to see him quickly."

Mo yanjue pressed her tightly in his arms. "You promise me one thing first."

Mu Qiqi is at a loss, looking at his corner of the eye some soreness, "what matter?"

"The doctor said, you need to have a good rest. We used to see the little stars and you will come back to have a rest, OK? Don't let me worry, let alone my son. "

Mo yanjue understood her temper. She went to stay with her son for another night, so she would really suffer.

Muqi coagulates his line of sight to change slightly, nods finally to promise: "good."

Hearing her so obedient promise, Mo yanjue finally had a little smile on his frozen face, and his arm around her waist tightened, "let's go to see his son."

Hand in hand, walking to the elevator, Muqiqi's head was shining, "I want to live in a ward with little star, OK? In this way, I can get sick and see him at any time. "

The long fingers bent and tapped on her forehead, "don't think about those crooked ideas, I don't agree!"

It's nice to say. She can take care of her illness and look at her son. But she and her son are in the same ward. How can she take care of her illness?

"Ah, Mo yanjue, if I ask you, you can promise me. Otherwise, I'm not in the mood to take good care of myself." He couldn't feel that worried mood at all.

"No way!" Mo yanjue's attitude is very firm. There are three big words written on his face. No discussion!

"Please," he said, shaking his arm with his little hand. His poor eyes sent a radio wave to him for help.

Seeing that this time he didn't say so vehemently, Mu Qiqi thought there was a play, and shook his arm gently again, "please, you can promise, and I will promise you if you have any conditions when your son is cured..." when Mu Qiqi said here, his face was obviously red.

The eyes fell deeply on her shy face. Mo yanjue had no choice but to cool her face and say, "then you must guarantee eight hours of sleep. You can't keep your son from leaving."

Muqiqi was full of joy and held up three fingers: "OK, I promise!"

Mo yanjue glared at her angrily and patted her on the forehead. "If you can't support me well, see how I can clean you up!"

Muqiqi tried to nuzui with a smile and offered a dragonfly like kiss on his lips. Then he said with a smile: "I promise to be obedient."

"It's almost like that!"