“I’m sorry, mom, I was wrong. Don’t be angry, don’t leave Yanyan behind.” The little girl touched her tears in fear.
“Don’t cry, your mother will not like you even more if you cry.” Lin Meixuan said angrily.
The little girl didn’t dare to cry, just wiped her tears.
“Brother Xiao Mo is back, you must follow Xiao Mo. Don’t ignore your mother anymore, do you know?” Lin Meixuan said seriously.
“I understand, mom, I’m sorry, I was wrong.” The little girl touched her tears in panic, afraid that her mother would be angry, but she also knew that Brother Xiao Mo actually didn’t like her to follow her.
The two-year-old girl was embarrassed and didn’t know what to do.
Hospital.
Xiao Mo pulled Chu Jiaren into the inpatient department with familiarity, and extended the long corridor to the outside of the innermost ward on the highest floor.
A thin man lies on the bed in the ward, with his eyes closed quietly as he sleeps.
He was covered with tubes and his arms were filled with nutrient solution.
The instrument shows a wavy line of heartbeat, making a sound.
Chu Jiaren found that Xiao Mo looked very much like his father. She put the flowers bought by passing by the flower shop in the hospital in the vase, then quietly looked at the man on the hospital bed, turned his head to look at her husband, and Lu Shaochen held her hand and stayed with her.
Xiao Mo held the man’s hand, “Dad, I’m here to see you, as well as godmother, second father and sister Xiaodouding. Dad, wake up quickly, I still have a lot to say to you.”
No matter what Xiao Mo said, the man on the hospital bed always sleeps quietly with his eyes closed.
The little guy also felt Xiao Mo’s sadness, and took his mother’s hand and asked in a low voice: “Mom, what’s wrong with Brother Xiao Mo’s father? Is he sleeping? Why is Brother Xiao Mo’s kind-hearted and sad?”
Chu Jiaren touched her daughter’s hair, “Brother Xiao Mo’s father is injured.”