Fall in love, Mr. Xi!

Chapter 742 Moving back to the villa (1)

Seeing her crying like this broke his heart.

Mu Chuqiu sniffed, his eyes were swollen like two walnuts, he let go of him, and nodded.

The clothes on her body were torn by him just now, so Xi Jingshen had no choice but to go to the cloakroom to find a new one for her.

Mu Chuqiu didn't care too much, and quickly changed in front of him.

The car drove all the way to Nanshan Hospital.

Mu Chuqiu clutched his heart and hurried towards the ward.

Xi Jingshen held her hand tightly all the way, and comforted her aloud: "Don't worry, the child just has a fever and a cold, and nothing will happen."

In fact, the worry in his heart is not as small as that of Mu Chuqiu. At the same time, he is also ecstatic and nervous about becoming a father for the first time.

He didn't know if Xiaoyouzi would like his incompetent father.

Could it be that he didn't protect their mother and daughter well and made them suffer so much over the years.

For a while, my heart turned back and forth.

In the corridor of the hospital, Xiao Yao came out of Xiaoyouzi's ward with a thermos bottle, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Mu Chuqiu rushing over... and Xi Jingshen.

His eyes fell on the hands of the two people who were holding each other tightly, Xiao Yao seemed to understand everything, and a bit of bitterness appeared in his heart.

Seeing that she was reunited with Xi Jingshen, no longer suffering from lovesickness, no longer secretly crying in the dead of night, he should be happy for her.

Seeing her happy, he should be satisfied.

But why do I still feel heartbroken, still unwilling, and still jealous of the man in front of me.

Xi Jingshen looked at Xiao Yao, his eyes suddenly sank.

"Xiao Yao, how is Little Yuzi doing now?" Mu Chuqiu looked at him and asked anxiously.

I haven't seen him for a few days, but he seems to have lost a lot of weight, with a tired look on his face.

Xiao Yao pulled the corners of his lips bitterly, and said softly: "Everything else is fine, but the high fever hasn't subsided completely."

"Xiao Yao, thank you for taking care of Xiaoyuzi for me." Mu Chuqiu felt much relieved.

"With you to take care of her, then I'll go back first." Xiao Yao pursed his lips, stuffed the thermos bottle into Xi Jingshen's arms, took a deep look at the two of them, turned and left.

Xi Jingshen looked down at the vacuum flask in his arms, and frowned slightly.

Seeing his back leaving lonely, Mu Chuqiu felt uncomfortable.

She owed Xiao Yao too much, and she couldn't repay it with a single thank you, but she couldn't give him what he wanted.

Xi Jingshen held her hand tightly, Mu Chuqiu came back to his senses, raised his eyes to look at him, and said hesitantly: "Everything Xiao Yao did before was to help me, you... can you..."

Xi Jingshen looked down at the silly woman in front of him, and nodded slightly.

She only knew that Xiao Yao did that to help her back then, but she never thought that he actually had other intentions.

Mu Chuqiu slightly bent his lips, turned around and pushed open the door of the ward, and walked in.

Xi Jingshen took the thermos to fetch water.

Mu Chuqiu's eyes fell on Xiaoyouzi who was sitting on the hospital bed, his eyes were sore.

The little child was put on a set of hospital gowns, his face was blushing, he was on an IV drip, and there was an antipyretic patch on his forehead.It looks very pitiful.

Hearing the movement at the door, Xiaoyouzi raised her head, and when she saw Mu Chuqiu, she was so wronged that she shed two tears: "Mommy..."

"Baby." Mu Chuqiu frowned, looking a little distressed, walked over and hugged her into his arms, gently touched the child's forehead with the back of his hand, it was still feverish.

She was really afraid that burning like this would affect her eyes.

Mu Chuqiu's eye sockets were slightly red, and the tip of his nose was unstoppably sour.

The little guy nestled listlessly in her arms, unable to lift a bit of strength, and lost his usual vitality.

When Mu Chuqiu saw it, his heart ached.

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　　six o'clock

　　
　
(End of this chapter)