Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

"Woooo~~~Dad, Xiaochi is really not sick~~uuuu~~ Really not sick, Xiaoike don't go to the hospital... Xiaoike is not sick~~~Why do you want to go to the hospital~~~" Xiaochi was in a small group Curled up in the corner of the sofa, stubborn and stubborn.

Wen Xichi's face was very small, thin and pale. The last time I saw him in the ink shop, Wen Xichi was wearing a milky white coat. He was so pale and fragile that it even blended into his clothes.

"Xiao Chi, don't hold on to the sofa. Come to Uncle, Uncle will take you to the hospital..." Wen Jili was squatting in front of Wen Xichi, coaxing in a low voice. There was heating in the room, and Xiao Chi was wearing a thin home clothes , The stomach has obviously bulged up.

"Don't go~~I'm not sick~~Xiaochi is really not sick~~~Dad~~~Xiaochi is really not sick... woooo~~~I'm not sick to go to any hospital~~~I won't go... woooo~ ~~I’m not going to the hospital~~~”

Xiaochi bit his lower lip, sweat dripped from his forehead in pain, his face was a little whiter than the milky white sofa he was leaning on, tears were streaming down his face, it made people feel distressed. [

A child, because he longed for his father too much, his face was as white as paper in pain, and his forehead was sweating like cold sweat, but he still insisted that he was not sick, and he didn't need to go to the hospital. Desperate father, Qin Jing closed his eyes, sniffed, and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

Wen Jili forcibly carried Xiaochi over, and the child kept struggling in his arms, "Father~~I don't want to go to the hospital~~~Xiaochi is not sick~~Xiaochi is really not sick~~~ Mom said, Xiaochi is good If you are obedient and don’t get sick, Dad will come back~~~ Xiaochi is not sick~~ woo woo~~~”

Xiaochi yelled hoarsely, the little man kept struggling in Wen Jili's arms, and occasionally Wen Jili's arm touched his swollen stomach, causing uncontrollable groans and groans, but He still stubbornly insisted that he was not sick and did not need to go to the hospital.

Wen Jili had no choice but to put Wen Xichi down first, and said coldly, "Xiaochi, you have to go to the hospital if you are sick! Who are you showing your temper like this!"

Xiaochi shivered after being drunk by Wen Jili. He curled up on the sofa, hugged his waist and covered his abdomen, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, his small face was covered with tears or sweat, but it was just wet water.

"No~~little~~little~~Xiaoike is not~~sick~~no~~hospital~~Xiaoike~~~no~~"

Qin Jing was standing next to him, quietly watching Wen Jili and Xiao Chi, how they came back and forth, you coaxed me to shout, in Luo Yi's house, like a person who broke into a different time and space, standing there , How out of place.

In the end, Xiaochi was crying and crying, sobbing and sobbing, stubborn and persistent, and just like that, he passed out on the sofa in a weird and pitiful posture of bending over and hugging his abdomen.

Wen Jili directly picked up Xiaochi who had fainted, hurried out of the house, and carried him downstairs.

Qin Jing calmly walked to the balcony, and saw Wen Jili carefully put Xiaochi on the back seat of the car, then he quickly walked back to the driver's seat, got in the car, and started the car.

After that, the car drove away mercilessly, and then, the two familiar Bentleys just disappeared from her sight, after the storm, after the storm...

Qin Jing's fingers holding the door frame were painful and red. She was standing on the balcony, facing the constant cold wind, with an expressionless face, staring blankly at the direction where Wen Jili's car disappeared.

Standing for a long, long time...