Prosperous marriage: sweet wife and sweet love

Chapter 137 If you keep crying in front of me, I will feel that I am useless
Mu Binglie almost wanted to vomit blood, how could he dare to eat ice now.

Seeing that Su Qian was still standing in front of him holding the ice, he said, "Qianqian, do you want me to die?"

Su Qian immediately threw the crushed ice aside, looked at Mu Binglie, she was powerless, she burst into tears.

"Mu Binglie, I didn't do it on purpose, I..." If she knew he was allergic, she definitely wouldn't do it on purpose.

"Fool!" Mu Binglie stroked her cheeks with hot palms, wiping away her tears. He had never seen a woman cry so cutely, "Allergies won't kill people, isn't it too early for you to cry now?" .”

Su Qian looked at him, "The doctor will be here soon."

Mu Binglie's fingers suddenly slid down from Su Qian's face weakly. Su Qian also watched too many novels and TV, so she froze in fear.

Mu Binglie won't really want to hang up!
Su Qian quickly leaned over again. When she touched the phone, the first person she thought of was Bai Mochen. After dialing, she was anxious to speak, but was incoherent.

Bai Mochen was taking a lunch break, and when he received a call from Su Qian, he immediately got up from the bed~, took his coat casually, and walked out of the lounge door, he heard that Su Qian was still choking.

Bai Mochen was impatient and distressed, he hurriedly said, "Qianqian, what happened."

"Qianqian, don't worry, let's talk slowly, shall we?"

Bai Mochen's soft voice, like a clear spring of oasis, gurgled into her ears, soothing her helpless heart.

Su Qian stopped choking, and it took her a while to make a sound, "I... I don't know, Mu Binglie is allergic to spicy food, and he fainted in front of me right now, I, I... I really didn't mean it, I...I really don't know...what to do now..."

"He's faint!" Does chasing people rely on playing tricks like this? Bai Mochen couldn't help but growl, and then he heard the siren of an ambulance through the phone.

"Qianqian, which hospital did you call, I will rush to the hospital to find you now."

There was also a little eagerness in his voice, not because of Mu Binglie's illness, but because of Su Qian. He was afraid that this matter would have a psychological shadow on Su Qian.

Su Qian reported the name of the hospital to Bai Mochen, and he heard the chaotic voice over the phone. He thought that Mu Binglie was probably carried into the ambulance.

Su Qian naturally also got into the ambulance, and was about to hang up the phone when he heard him say, "Qianqian, don't hang up the phone yet, I can talk with you for a while."

Su Qian was left aside by a group of medical staff, she was sitting helplessly and redundantly in a corner of an ambulance, when she suddenly heard Bai Mochen say this in her ear, she instantly felt very grateful.

"Qianqian, he's just allergic. I've connected him with the best doctors in China and abroad. Allergies are not fatal, so don't be afraid, I'm here."

With him here, just because of his words, Su Qian swiped again, silently shedding two lines of clear tears, but when she wiped her tears, she was betrayed by a little trick of sniffing her nose.

Bai Mochen's voice sounded soft, a gentleness that Su Qian had never heard before.

He said, "Crying again? Idiot, if you keep crying in front of me, I will feel useless, so stop crying."

(End of this chapter)