The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

With Li Jian's upright personality, it is impossible for him to let Bo Yanqing's behavior go, let alone under his nose.

Correct!
She went to tell Li Jian!
However, just as Yi Qinghuan turned around, she looked up and saw Yan Chi who was smoking a cigarette standing under the light at the entrance of the police station.

He stood on the steps, squinting his eyes, looking at her with a half-smile.

Yi Qinghuan suddenly had a feeling of being forced to lose heart.

On the other side, when Bo Yanqing returned to Famous, he didn't even let Yan Chi's shoes into the house. He went in barefoot and put on slippers, hurriedly packed a few sets of necessary clothes, and when he left, he wore his own shoes, Yan Chi's pair brought with him. Throw it away in the trash can downstairs.

Before driving, he swiped a few times on his phone and ordered a pair of leather shoes to be delivered to Yan Chi tomorrow.

When he returned to the hospital, Nan Jiaojiao and Qianqian were fast asleep.

Bo Yanqing didn't turn on the light, put down the things lightly, poured a glass of water to drink, asked the nurse for a quilt, and planned to spend the night on the sofa.

He was a light sleeper, and when he heard the sound of turning over in the middle of the night, Bo Yanqing woke up immediately.

Nan Jiaojiao was fine, Qianqian hid in the quilt and cried, her eyes were closed and she didn't know if she was awake or not.

Bo Yanqing lifted the quilt and lay down, hugged Qianqian into her arms, patted the little guy's face, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Qianqian opened her eyelids to look at him, then closed them again, tears streaming down her face.

"Third Uncle, my stomach hurts."

Bo Yan memorized all the things that should be paid attention to after gastric lavage early in the morning, but still called Xu Shu to ask a few questions, then wrapped Qianqian in his coat and got out of bed to find medicine.

The little guy couldn't put it down, so he had to hold him in his arms, pick out the pills with one hand, pour water with one hand, then carry him back to the bed, break the pills into several small pieces, and feed them to her.

At this time, you can't rub your belly too hard. The strength in Bao Yanqing's hands is getting lighter again and again. Gradually, she just rests her palms on Qianqian's stomach, and she feels a little more comfortable. Dare to sleep, tossing and tossing until midnight, after Sissy fell asleep, his hand was still on her stomach for half an hour before letting go.

It was already dawn when I woke up again.

Bo Yanqing glanced at the time, just in time to see Nan Jiaojiao in the next bed smiling at him.

He subconsciously stroked his beard and asked, "When did you wake up?"

"Just now," Nan Jiaojiao pointed to the head of the bed, "your phone is ringing."

"Ah."

He took out his cell phone from under the pillow, answered it, and heard him say "wake up", "it hurts at the latest", "send it in".

"Shu Xian brought the porridge, I went out to get it, and sent Qian Qian to him by the way."

Nan Jiaojiao leaned sideways, with her elbows resting on her head, and her eyes followed him up.

"Sissy is asleep. Hold her up at this time, in case it gets too cold?"

"It's okay, I'll wrap it in a blanket."

Bo Yanqing pulled out the arm under her head and stuffed it into the quilt.

He blamed lightly: "Forgot that you have an injury on your hand?"

"Ah?" Nan Jiaojiao glanced down, then took a deep breath, "Ah, it hurts."

Bo Yanqing put his hand on her forehead, flicked it, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then walked back, wrapping Qianxi in a thin blanket.

When he came back, he had an extra thermos in his hand.

"Porridge, get up and eat."

Nan Jiaojiao stretched out her hand, "I want to hug."

Bo Yanqing laughed, bent down, put his hands under her armpits on both sides, and hugged her by holding her back. Before she was completely out of the quilt, he had already picked up her coat and wrapped it around her.