Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

It seems... her patient just experienced some "inhumane" "visits".

"Hello, sister-in-law!" When Shen Qing and the others saw He Wanqing, they immediately stood up and greeted her like primary school students caught red-handed by the teacher, their faces showing a little guilty.

"Hello, are you here to see Mo Ye? Thank you." He Wanqing nodded, her tone gentle.

The group nodded repeatedly, like chicks pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes, come see Brother Mo/Mo Ye!"

He Wanqing nodded and didn't say anything more, but her gaze lingered on the hot pot for a moment.

The group tidied up even faster, as if they wished they had eight hands.

When Mo Ye saw He Wanqing, it was like seeing a savior. His eyes were filled with a bittersweet look of grievance: Wife! They bullied me!

Looking at his appearance, and then at the few young people who, though noisy, had clear eyes and seemed genuinely concerned about Mo Ye, He Wanqing's helplessness suddenly dissipated.

I actually found it rather funny.

Perhaps only true brothers who are really close would dare to mess around like this.

This kind of uninhibited joking and companionship is itself a manifestation of deep affection.

She walked to Mo Ye's bedside, gently touched his forehead to make sure his temperature was normal, and then whispered:

"Are you hungry? The porridge Wan Ning made for you is almost cold."

"Hungry..." Mo Ye said pitifully.

In the afternoon, after examination, the doctor confirmed that Mo Ye could be discharged from the hospital and go home to recuperate.

He Wanqing went to handle the formalities, and several friends helped her pack her things.

As they left the hospital, Shen Qing, Wang Jie, and the others followed behind. While He Wanqing went to get the car, they leaned close to Mo Ye and whispered in his ear:

Shen Qing: "Mo Ye, next time you're hospitalized... remember to let your brother know in advance!"

Wang Jie adjusted his glasses and added, "Next time we're planning a barbecue party, and we'll cover all the ingredients."

Pang Siyi chuckled, "Charcoal-grilled ones are even more fragrant!"

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Mo Ye nearly choked, glaring angrily:

"Are you even speaking human language? Get the hell out of here! I never want to be hospitalized again!"

"Hahaha!" Several people laughed, patting him hard on the shoulder. "Just kidding! Get ready quickly, the badminton court is waiting for you!"

"Goodbye, Mo Ye! Sister-in-law, goodbye!" The group waved goodbye, their figures disappearing into the sunset.

He Wanqing took Mo Ye back to the Qingzhuyuan Villa, settled him down to rest, and then drove to the kindergarten to pick up Tongtong without stopping.

At the kindergarten gate, Tongtong saw her mother's car in the distance and said goodbye to her teacher.

Like a happy little bird, she spread her arms and flew over, "da da da," hugging He Wanqing's leg tightly, tilting her little face up, her voice sweet and soft:

"Mommy~ Tongtong missed you so much~!"

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He Wanqing's heart melted, and she bent down to gently tap her little nose:

"Mom misses Tongtong too."

Tongtong immediately stood on tiptoe and waved her chubby little hand, signaling her mother to lower her head.

He Wanqing smiled and leaned her face closer.

"Chirp~" A kiss, sweet with milky scent and boundless affection, landed on my cheek.

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"Where's Daddy? Where did Daddy go? Tongtong misses Daddy too~" Tongtong asked, hugging her mother's neck.

"Dad is waiting for Tongtong at home."

"Tongtong, you need to go home quickly!" The little one immediately perked up.

As soon as she entered the house, Tongtong rushed into the living room without even changing her shoes, and sure enough, she saw her father sitting on the sofa reading a book.

Her big eyes darted around, and she got playful, immediately crouching down.

Holding her breath, she tiptoed like a little mouse stealing oil, silently moving behind Mo Ye.

Mo Ye had actually heard his daughter's light footsteps and deliberately suppressed breathing long ago, but he pretended not to notice and a smile quietly crept onto his lips.

"Daddy!" Tongtong suddenly jumped out from behind the sofa, her little hands outstretched, making what she thought was a super fierce face:

"Wow! ฅ(°口°๑)ฅ!!"

Mo Ye perfectly cooperated, shuddering so much that he almost dropped the book in his hand. He turned his head, making a perfectly timed expression of "horror" on his face:

"∑(❍ฺд❍ฺlll) Oh dear! Tongtong! You scared Daddy!"

"Giggle, giggle..." Tongtong, whose scheme had succeeded, was overjoyed. Her little shoulders shrugged as she laughed at him in her childish voice, "Daddy's a coward! Hehe! You were scared by Tongtong! Hehe~"

Mo Ye smiled and reached out to scoop his daughter up, letting her sit on his lap, and gently pinched her little nose.

"Tongtong is so amazing, Dad didn't even notice!"

Tongtong happily swung her little feet and looked up at her father.

Children are often exceptionally perceptive of emotions and states.

She stared at Mo Ye's face for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out her chubby little hand to touch her father's cheek. But accidentally, her hand landed on Mo Ye's stomach, gaining some support.

"Σ_(꒪ཀ꒪」∠) Ugh!" Although Mo Ye's abdomen had improved, he still reflexively groaned when pressed, his brows furrowing slightly.

Tongtong immediately sensed something was wrong, and quickly withdrew her hand as if burned. Her little face fell, and her big, dark eyes quickly filled with tears.

"Daddy...Daddy, does it hurt? Tongtong didn't mean to..."

Seeing that Jin Doudou was about to fall, Mo Ye quickly hugged his daughter tightly and gently coaxed her:

"No, no, Daddy doesn't hurt. It's just that Daddy's tummy is upset, like he has diarrhea. It has nothing to do with Tongtong."

"Diarrhea?" Tongtong blinked her teary eyes.

She remembers that when she had diarrhea, her stomach would rumble and she felt uncomfortable.

"Mm." Mo Ye nodded.

Tongtong immediately puffed out her cheeks and carefully and gently blew a few breaths into Mo Ye's stomach:

"Whew~ Painful flight~"

Then, she raised her little eyebrows, made a cute but fierce expression, and "lectured" her father's belly:

"You naughty little bugs! Come out of Daddy's tummy right now! Don't bully Daddy! Or... or Tongtong will hit you! Humph!"

Looking at her daughter's fierce yet incredibly serious little face.

Mo Ye felt as if the softest part of his heart had been completely struck, a warm current surging forth, washing away all the weakness and exhaustion he felt after his illness.

He lowered his head and gave his daughter a deep kiss on the top of her head, which smelled of milk and sunshine.

Indeed, my daughter is the most considerate and warmest little cotton-padded jacket in the world.

When Tongtong noticed that her father had a stomachache, she immediately and sensibly climbed down from Moye's lap, like a soft little kitten.

Then she tiptoed over to her father, picked up the potato chips from the table, lay down next to him, and rested her little head on his arm.

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"Daddy, put on a cartoon." She asked in her childish voice, patting the sofa with her little hand.

Mo Ye felt a pang of tenderness in her heart and picked up the remote to turn on the TV.

The screen lit up, just as the children's channel was showing "Crayon Shin-chan," one of Tongtong's recent favorite shows...

PS:

Tongtong picked up the remote and the screen changed: "Dear brothers and sisters, please give me a five-star review! Tongtong is begging you~ Brother Sheyu said that if there are four good reviews, I'll update an extra chapter tomorrow~"

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