Chief, Love for you is wrong

After that, Xunming turned and walked back to his original seat, picked up the brush and continued to practice according to the rubbings. He looked serious and serious. When he glanced and pressed, he had first seen the signs of vigorous and powerful writing skills. It can be seen that he has really practiced the brush carefully in recent years in order to find what he said one by one.

Wen Jili sat next to him watching dream seeking and calligraphy practice. The little boy was unaffected. He sat straight, holding a brush and drawing a silver hook, writing seriously and carefully.

When Xun Meng put down his brush, he saw that Wen Jili was still there. He cleaned the brush, folded the rice paper, and sorted everything out in an orderly manner before he came to Wen Jili. "What's wrong with my uncle staying here?"

Hearing the little boy's address, Wen Jili smiled faintly.

This dream seeking not only inherited Mo Bai's indifference and delicacy, but also inherited Xun Xi's bold enthusiasm. When they met for the first time, he called him natural and familiar. He didn't feel pinch and embarrassment at all. All his actions were modest and smooth.

"Is it good for my uncle to take dream seeking to see my father?" maybe I think the little boy, like little KK, has the same dream in recent years and is waiting for his father to pick him up. Therefore, when dealing with dream seeking, Wen Jili can't help being soft in his heart. In the years before he met Qin Jing, maybe someone gave his daughter tenderness because little KK was waiting for his father.

"Looking for my father?" Xun Meng whispered softly, fanning his thick eyelashes, and his shallow pupil opened his eyes with suspicion and expectation. "But the calligraphy teacher only said the words written by Xun Meng a few months ago. He said that his handwriting is still young and immature. Will dad meet Xun Meng? Will dad not like Xun Meng when he sees the words?"

He patted the dreamer's head, took the man over and patted him on the back, "I'll like it. The dreamer's father will like the word of dreamer, and will like dreamer more."

*****

Wen Jili was right. On the way to the plane, Mo Bai in the sterile room improved. When he and Xunming came to the hospital, Mo Bai had been transferred to the general ward.

Mo Bai's hospital is a private hospital of LN in the United States. If you want to live in this hospital, you don't have money. The most important thing is that you have enough noble status to live in LN, which is a symbol of honor. It has the world's top doctors, the most advanced instruments, and even the newly developed special drugs that are not available on the market. All these are hard to find money.

When Wen Jili took him into the tall and dignified building, his lips were always tight. Although he was young, Mo Bai and Xun were rare people with excellent talents. Dream seeking, who inherited the fine traditions of his parents, had a sharper sense of touch than ordinary children. In addition, after being sensible, he found top tutors specially hired for him one by one, It is to maximize his ability.

"Is Dad sick?" the dreamer asked faintly as he stood in the elevator rising with the elevator. Although his voice was light, he was a child after all. His longing and expectation for his father still revealed the worry in his words.

"Are you happy living in the blue shirt?" Wen Jili looked at him and asked with a light smile. The little boy gently pursed his thin lips and raised his shallow pupil. Looking at Wen Jili, he was not timid in estimating how he should answer.

Instead, he took back his sight and looked at the elevator door made of refined steel in front. The person's appearance was delicate, cold and tender. He shook his head gently and his ruddy and thin lips moved slightly.