So desolate: often pitted by a black-bellied husband

"Mom, give Yangyang my blood, won't it be all right?" Zhang Mofei suddenly ran to Lu Zhenyang's bedside and said innocently.

Lu Anyi looked at the naive but serious look on Zhang Mofei's face, and felt distressed and sad. She took Zhang Mofei into her arms and bowed her head to kiss her fragrant and soft hair.

Said softly, "Feifei is still young, these are not your worries."

"Godmother, are you worried that I don't have enough blood?"

Zhang Mofei didn't wait for Lu Anyi to answer before she finished asking, then shook her head and said, "Don't worry, I will bleed if I drink more water every day. I have a lot of flesh and blood on my body." [

Lu Anyi didn't speak, and hugged Zhang Mofei's waist to help her cut her hair.

Seeing that Lu Anyi didn't answer her words, Zhang Mofei looked up at Liu Xizi again, tilted her neck curiously and asked, "Mom, can I give Yang Yang a drink of my blood?"

At this time, Lu Zhenyang on the bed looked at Zhang Mofei's exposed arm with disgust, and said impatiently, "I don't want to drink your blood."

Zhang Mofei also seemed to be angry, and yelled loudly, "If you don't drink my blood, get up and play with me."

"I want you to take care of it." Lu Zhenyang gave Zhang Mofei a blank look, ignored everyone, and buried his head in the quilt.

Lu Anyi reached out to grab Lu Zhenyang's quilt, but Lu Zhenyang's little hands held on to the quilt tightly, as if telling them to ignore him.

Lu Anyi watched Lu Zhenyang tuck herself into the quilt without moving, and sighed deeply in her heart. She knew that Lu Zhenyang missed his father, and kept everything in her heart. This kind of personality is innate, and has nothing to do with age.

Seeing this, Liu Xizi felt a little embarrassed, and he didn't know that Lu Zhenyang must be afraid now, how could the children around him leave him one after another, such a smart child would not be able to think of his illness.

Up to now, no one has mentioned death in front of him. Today, Zhang Mofei suddenly asked the question that these adults have been worried about. Not only Lu Anyi was worried, even she couldn't help crying when she thought about it.

There was silence in the room for a while, and Liu Xizi said to Lu Anyi, "An Yi, I'll take Feifei back first, and I'll come to see Yang Yang another day."

Lu Anyi looked at Lu Zhenyang who was still burying her head in the quilt on the hospital bed, and then nodded, "Okay, it's getting late, take Feifei back first, and bring her back when Feifei is on vacation."

"Ah."

Lu Anyi stood up and sent Liu Xizi and Zhang Mofei to the door of the ward, and waved goodbye to them, "Goodbye, Feifei."

"Goodbye godmother." Zhang Mofei's voice sounded tender and sweet, and it was very pleasant to listen to.

Suddenly Lu Zhenyang's nervous voice came from the room, shouting loudly, "Zhang Mofei, you said you would come to take care of me during the holidays, don't lie to me."

This shout shocked both Lu Anyi and Liu Xizi, only Zhang Mofei rushed into the ward cleverly and ran to Lu Zhenyang's side with a sweet smile on her face.

She raised her little finger to Lu Zhenyang, "I won't lie to you, let's play Gougou, I will take care of you, and I will give you my blood, and we will go to kindergarten together."

Lu Zhenyang stared at Zhang Mofei's raised little finger with a straight face and gave her a dirty look, without reaching out to flirt with her, "As childish as my mother."

Lu Anyi once again felt that she was shot while lying down, even though she was shot, she could only curl her lips and swallow her dissatisfaction. [