Chief, Love for you is wrong

"Sobbing ~ ~ ~ dad, Xiaochi is really not ill ~ ~ sobbing ~ ~ really not ill, Xiaochi don't go to the hospital... Xiaochi is not ill ~ ~ ~ why go to the hospital ~ ~ ~" Xiaochi curled up in the corner of the sofa, stubborn and stubborn.

Wen Xichi's face is small, thin and pale. The last time I saw him in the ink Museum, Wen Xichi, wearing a milky white coat, was so pale and fragile that he even integrated with his clothes.

"Xiaochi is good. Don't hold the sofa. Come to my uncle. My uncle will take you to the hospital..." Wen Jili squatted in front of Wen Xichi and coaxed in a low voice. There is heating in the room. Xiaochi is wearing a thin home clothes, and his stomach has obviously swelled up.

"No ~ ~ I'm not ill ~ ~ Xiaochi is really not ill ~ ~ ~ dad ~ ~ ~ Xiaochi is really not ill... Wuwu ~ ~ ~ I'm not ill. Go to any hospital ~ ~ ~ I'm not going... Wuwu ~ ~ ~ I'm not going to the hospital ~ ~"

Xiaochi bit his lower lip, and the sweat on his forehead seeped out in pain. His face was a little whiter than the Milky sofa on which he leaned. It was painful to see it with tears.

A child, because he was too eager for his father, had a white face and a cold sweat on his forehead, but he still insisted that he was not ill and didn't have to go to the hospital. He curled up in pain and didn't care. Just for the father he longed for in his heart, Qin Jing closed his eyes, sniffed and wiped his tears with the back of his hand.

Wen Jili forced Xiaochi to come over, and the child kept struggling in his arms, "Dad ~ ~ I don't want to go to the hospital ~ ~ ~ Xiaochi is not ill ~ ~ Xiaochi is really not ill ~ ~ ~ my mother said that if Xiaochi is obedient and doesn't get sick, my father will come back ~ ~ ~ Xiaochi is not ill ~ ~ sobbing ~ ~"

Xiaochi screamed and screamed. The little man kept struggling in Wen Jili's arms. Occasionally, Wen Jili's arm touched his bulging stomach, and there was an uncontrollable groan of pain, but he still stubbornly insisted that he was not ill and didn't have to go to the hospital.

Wen Jili was helpless, so he had to put Wen Xichi down first and said coldly, "Xiaochi, if you are sick, you have to go to the hospital! Who do you show your temper like this!"

Xiaochi trembled when Wen Jili drank. He curled up on the sofa, folded his waist and covered his abdomen. The pain was wordless. A small face was full of tears or sweat. Anyway, it was a wet trace of water.

"No ~ ~ Xiaochi ~ ~ Xiaochi ~ ~ no ~ ~ hospital ~ ~ Xiaochi ~ ~ ~ no ~ ~"

Qin Jing stood by and quietly looked at Wen Jili and Xiaochi. How did they come and go? You coaxed me to shout. It's like a person who broke into different time and space in loy's home. Standing there, it's so out of place.

Finally, Xiaochi was crying, sobbing, sobbing, stubbornly persistent. Unexpectedly, he fainted on the sofa with the strange and pitiful posture of bending down and holding his abdomen.

Wen Jili directly picked up the faint pool, hurried out of the house and took him downstairs.

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

Then, the car went away mercilessly, and then the two familiar Bentley disappeared in her sight. After the storm, after the storm

Qin Jing's fingers in her hand holding the door frame were painful and red. She stood on the balcony, bearing the cold wind, her face was expressionless, staring at the direction where Wen Jili's car disappeared.

Standing for a long time, a long time