Tempting You to Marry Me—Pampered Cute Wifey

Said here, Lu Yingbai paused and continued, "The life is back, but whether it will leave behind the sequelae, these are really hard to say."

For a time, the atmosphere began to condense again.

Yan Qian is a proud child. If he has anything, he will be perfect, excellent, and he can’t imagine what it would be like if he left behind the sequelae.

"Oh, don't be sullen, it's not a solution. I will find someone to develop this thing and let him help."

And Lu Yingbai ended the video, four men tired sitting on the sofa.

It has been eight hours since the incident of Yu Qian, and they have not blinked.

Huo Mingyang glanced at the pale south of Mo, and rushed him to sleep. "Promo, you are going to rest, I will let you eat some food, everyone fills in the stomach, you lick your face." I smoke so much blood."

In the south, I squeezed my eyebrows and said, "I am fine."

"It’s okay to go to you. You are like this now. If you fall again, what should you do?"

When talking about the words, Nan Lin Mo remembered her collapse, and finally nodded and got up into Huo Mingyang's lounge.

Huo Mingyang participated in two rescues, but he was too tired to enter the lounge.

"You go to rest, I will go see them." Xi Muqiao stood up.

The season is not with him, lying directly on the sofa, nodded and said, "Well, you look at them first, I sleep for a while, change you in the past."

The hospital at three in the morning was quiet.

There were only white lights in the corridor, but the people who watched were cautious.

Simu Qiao touched the pocket, took out the cigarette, and sucked it against the wall in the corridor, even if he was hanging on the opposite side of the banned smoking four characters.

He didn't want to go to the ward of Qian Qian, he didn't want to see the humility without a sense of sensation, and he didn't want to see the faces of those women.

After living for nearly forty years, his life is very satisfactory except for the matter of the distance.

Career, family, wife, four children, and a group of brothers who live and die.

It was because of the fact that it was too complete in the past, and this sudden time of Qian Qian made him feel uncomfortable, and there was a deep sense of frustration.

He likes the child of Qian Qian very much.

He still clearly remembers that the three-year-old Yan Qian’s eyes were so sullen when he faced him, and the soft voice of a small voice, screaming at him with big eyes.

Later, he called his father.

I know that Qian Qian has grown up and is sensible. When I knew that the South Lin was his father, I changed my mind again.

He has regarded Qian Qian as his own child.

Therefore, he will be treated harshly, teach him personally, and persuade Xi Muyan to let him go to the training.

When Qian Qian was a child, his eyebrows were somewhat like him. Later, he grew up, but he was similar to the south.

Although at the same time the cold-blooded temper, but this kid is stronger than him, the enthusiasm in the bones, the son does not admit defeat, and strives for perfection, but like his family.

I thought about it for a moment, sucking out the last cigarette, and he lifted his foot and walked toward the ward.

Qiao Mu and Luo Li are eating, seeing him come and stand up.

Xi Muqa glanced at the inside of the room through the glass, and said, "Go to the rest, the quarter is in the office of Mingyang, I watched with Joe Mu."

Nodded and dropped, and packed up several men's day and night.

Qiao Mu walked over to him, raised his hand and licked his wrinkled shirt and said, "Smoke?"

He fainted.

"And they have thought of a solution?"

"Think of it, some trouble." Xi Muqiao took her up and sat in her seat, her chin gently licking her hair top, one after another.

His eyes fell on the lunch box on the table in front of him and asked, "I haven't eaten?"

Qiao Mu shook his head and sighed. "I don't know how to say it. I have been holding the hand of Qian Qian. I am afraid that when she sends it away, she will never see Qian Qian again."

He adjusted her sitting position and pushed her a few mouthfuls of rice. "Do more, don't eat dinner."

"You haven't eaten either."

He answered the reason, "I am a man."

"So you are more tired."

Xi Muqiao smiled, as many years as she did, and reached out and scraped her nose slightly.

Qiao Mu picked up the chopsticks and stuffed a sweet and sour pork loin into his mouth. He whispered, "Is the situation of Qian Qian not particularly bad?"

He chewed something in his mouth, oh.

Wen Yan, Qiao Mu no longer said anything, bowed to eat, from time to time to stuff his mouth into the food.

After the two filled their stomachs, Xi Muyan let her sleep on the sofa for a while, put on her own disinfection suit, and entered the bed of Qian Qian, exactly, the isolation room.

He stood in the place not far from the sick chuang, and looked at Xi Muyan holding his hand. Almost every two or three minutes, he raised his hand and tempted under the nose of Yan Qian.

His eyes trembled and he lifted his foot and went up.

She took Qian Qian’s hand out of her hand and put it in the quilt. She said that she did not want to, and she had to hold the hand of Qian Qian, and could not feel the temperature of her son. Her heart was full of fear.

Xi Muqiao grabbed her hand and held the other hand on her shoulder and picked her up from the chair.

Xi Muyan’s eyes were a bit sluggish, and he looked up at him, and his brother had not called for an exit, and the tears fell first.

She hoarsely called him, "Brother, brother, what should I do? What should I do?"

Xi Muqiao gently patted her back and whispered comfort. "Yu Qian will be fine, go eat something first, I will look at him."

"No, I won't go." Xi Muyan kept shaking her head and turned her head and looked at the child. "I can't eat it, brother, don't let me go out, I want to accompany my baby."

Xi Muqiao’s attitude is very determined. “No, you should go to dinner and rest first, and you will listen to it. Now all of us are turning around and you can’t get a little thought to take care of you. If you are sick, it’s tens of thousands. I can't get in touch with the poor resistance that is now very weak."

It was said that Xi Muyan was out of the ward.

Xi Muqiao sat in a chair and looked at Qian Qian.

He hooked his lips and had to say that Qian Qian is a very beautiful child, a small face is delicate and white.

"Why can you hear when you talk to you? I think, when do you want to sleep? Do you want to be stronger? You know that you are very uncomfortable now, but we are all more uncomfortable than you."

"The next treatment is very long. I know that you are a proud child. You don't want to leave ugly scars on your body. Right? Don't want to be disabled. But you don't want to tell you, these are the things you might have to face. You must not only suffer from physical torture, but also withstand mental torture."

"You can't go to training, you can't even go in the next two or three years. You definitely don't want to ruin time, then we will treat them as training..."

Xi Muqiao rarely said so much, but today, in a soft and unimaginable tone, he discussed his future with He Qian.