You are my lovely wife

They crossed the street together and came to the children's clothing store in the mall. Looking at the rows of exquisite and lovely clothes in front of them, Mu Qingqing finally had a smile on his lips.

If he wants to wear it, it should look good.

"Just this one!" Mu Qingqing said to Xiao Yue with a smile, and took the lead in stepping into the children's clothing store with exquisite decoration.

Looking at her back, Xiao Yue moved her lips. There was some obscurity in her eyes. For a moment, she still followed up.

While Mu Qingqing was carefully selecting clothes, Xiao Yue suddenly walked to her side and said, "Qingqing, will you marry Huo Haoran?"

Hearing the speech, Mu Qing suddenly shook his hand holding his clothes, and his red lips pursed slightly. For a moment, he didn't know how to answer.

"I don't know..." she answered softly after a long time.

Seeing this, Xiao Yue didn't ask any more. Then, they quickly chose their clothes and went out of the children's clothing store. I don't know why. On the way back, they didn't talk any more. They seemed to be thinking about their own things.

Returning to the hospital again, Mu Qingqing felt a little involuntarily and heavy. However, as soon as they entered the door, they saw a familiar figure at the front desk of the hospital.

"Dean, what are you doing?" seeing that he had some paper in his hand, Mu Qingqing twisted her eyebrows and walked to the dean. Hearing her voice, the Dean seemed to be startled and instinctively took the data in his hand into his arms.

Seeing this, Mu Qingqing frowned more and more tightly: "Dean, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the Dean: "Qingqing, go and help you. I have something else to do."

It's not that I didn't see the smile on the corner of the president's mouth. Mu Qingqing didn't speak, but she just stared at the president so quietly. She didn't speak, Xiao Yue didn't speak, and the staff at the front desk of the hospital didn't say anything.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

Just when the Dean couldn't stand Mu Qingqing's eyes, she finally opened her mouth: "Dean, tell me the truth, what are you doing?"

There was a guess in her heart that made her very uncomfortable, but she didn't want to believe it if the Dean didn't admit it in person.

Hearing the speech, the Dean looked at Mu Qingqing for a long time and remained silent. Finally, when he was sure that he couldn't hide it from her, he sighed and said, "I'm going through the discharge formalities..."

For a moment, Mu Qingqing thought he had heard wrong. He looked at the serious Dean in front of him and said, "discharge?!" the child was so hurt that he could be discharged so soon?

Listening to her unbelievable question, the dean's eyes were full of guilt, which dispelled the last glimmer of hope in Mu Qingqing's heart: "well, discharge."

"No! He hasn't recovered from his injury, and he can't be discharged now!" Mu Qingqing said no, and there was a little anger in her voice. Obviously, she strongly disapproved of the dean's practice.

Hearing that there seemed to be no blame in her words, the sense of guilt in the dean's eyes was stronger. At present, his mind was slightly lowered and hid the sad look on his face.

"We can't help it either. The cost here is too high. We can't afford it. We can only take it back to the hospital and treat it slowly..." finally, the president's voice choked up. If he didn't have to, how could he be willing to leave the hospital so early.

But there are other children in his hospital. For them, he can only choose to do so.

Hearing the speech, Mu Qingqing was suddenly stunned, and the anger that had just risen in his heart dissipated in an instant. Unexpectedly, this was the case.

"It's all right, Dean. You can let him live at ease. You don't have to worry about the rest." for a long time, Mu Qingqing comforted the dean in a soft voice.

"However, these expenses..." how could the Dean be worried? Instead, she was more worried because of her words. Although she knew that she was for the good of her children, they couldn't afford to live here without enough expenses.

"I know, I'll pay all the expenses. Don't go through the discharge formalities for him." interrupted the president, Mu Qingqing glanced at the discharge single eye in his hand.

Seeing that she said to bear all the expenses, the Dean was full of gratitude after a moment of stunned. Although he was very happy that Mu Qing could speak, the Dean was unwilling to let her bear it alone: "it's not good, you're not big, and all the expenses are very expensive when stacked together..."

Nodding, Mu Qing signaled that he knew it and smiled soothingly: "well, he's just like this because of me. I take these expenses for granted. Don't worry. I have money."

Finally, seeing Mu Qingqing's relaxed face, the Dean also believed her words. The child could continue to be treated in the hospital. Even when the Dean was excited, tears filled his eyes: "thank you so much!"

Looking at his red eyes, Mu Qingqing was also sad, but in order not to make the Dean uncomfortable, she forced out a smile: "you're welcome."

"Then I'll leave it to you. I have something else to do, so I'll go first." the Dean cleaned up his emotions, sincerely said goodbye to Mu Qingqing and left.

Until he could no longer see his figure, Mu Qingqing finally put down his heart. He called Xiao Yue to rush to the child's ward together. Soon, they arrived at the ward and knocked on the door. Soon, a young male voice came from inside: "please come in."

Perhaps it is because a person in a strange environment, Mu Qingqing heard a little nervous vibrato in his voice.

"Children, you wake up. I heard your name is Ye Yang, right?" even though Mu Qingqing was heartbroken about his experience, he still raised the most friendly smile in front of him.

Sure enough, seeing Mu Qingqing's smile, Ye Yang's tight body suddenly slowed down. Although he was not so nervous, the little boy still seemed very uncomfortable. Just, he nodded skillfully and replied: "Hmm..."

Seeing this, Mu Qingqing came to his bed and sat down with the clothes he bought for him. He smiled and said, "good boy, this is the clothes his sister bought for you. See if you like it."

As he said, Mu Qingqing took out his clothes and handed them to Ye Yang. Looking at the brand-new clothes in front of him, Ye Yang didn't pick them up. He looked at the clothes, and some couldn't believe it.

"Why, don't you like it?" Mu Qingqing said, shaking his clothes in front of him again.

At this time, finally determined that he was not dreaming, Ye Yang raised a big smile and nodded fiercely: "like!"

"That's good. Do you have anything else you like to eat or want? My sister will buy it for you." put the clothes on one side of the cabinet, and Mu Qingqing gently rubbed Ye Yang's hair.

In my memory, no one cared about him so much except the dean. Ye Yang couldn't believe it, but he was also greedy for this feeling.

"Sister, you don't have to be so kind to me..."