I'm afraid it's pretending.

At that moment, she thought Bo Qingyun recognized her.

But from his tone, he really attaches great importance to Mr. Qian’s health.

Or maybe he contacted Hesper through Mr. Qian, and the person he wanted to save must be a person who was very important to him.

Somehow, Xia Wan thought of Xiao Xingchen.

The child who was as old as the little sweetheart, the son he gave birth to with other women.

He frowned slightly, he probably wasn't a child.

She withdrew her thoughts and looked up, and saw Mr. Qian lying in the center.

Xia Wanxin abandoned all the misunderstandings and began to apply needles.

Rescue outdoors.

The assistant walked around anxiously, but Bo Qingyun didn't leave.

The rescue lasted for a long time.

Finally, the red first aid light went out.

The two looked over at each other.

A doctor walked out and sighed tiredly: "The patient is out of danger, don't disturb him for the time being, he needs a certain period of rest."

After hearing this, the assistant cried with joy: "Thank you, the doctor, I knew it would be OK!"

Bo Qingyun's tense face was temporarily relaxed, and her cold temperament was visible to the naked eye.

In another passage, the remaining doctors walked out of it.

Xia Wanxin walked in front and happened to see his changing expression. His steps paused slightly, and he distanced himself from other doctors.

Then, she looked away indifferently.

The next second, loosen the tight surgical cap and spread the long, black and slightly curly hair like seaweed.

She pushed open the heavy corridor door and walked in, with a lively curve behind her.

The moment the figure disappeared, Bo Qingyun seemed to be moved and suddenly looked in this direction.

The afterglow seemed to capture a darkness, as fast as a afterimage.

When I looked over, there was only an empty walkway left.

The wall blocked the view, one stood there, and the other walked down.

Xia Wanxin returned to the little sweetheart's ward.

After applying the needle for the whole afternoon, she was very tired. The sweat on her back had already soaked her clothes, making her feel so sticky.

The little sweetheart rested for several hours and recovered most of his energy.

A very experienced person found a set of mommy from the clothes Xiaoyu brought to him and placed it neatly at the end of the bed.

"Mommy, thank you for your hard work!"

As soon as he entered the door, the little guy sat on the bed in a clean and clean manner, his eyes bright and clear.

Xia Wanxin seemed to have injected energy, walked towards her and kissed her forehead: "Thank you sweetheart."

Then, pick up the clothes.

Xiaoyu accompanied Xiaozu for an afternoon and was also frustrated.

When Xia Wanxin finished taking a shower, he had already bought the meal and quickly found a reason to leave.

Xia Wanxin set up the small dining table, arranged the meal, and asked the little naughty egg who was still fiddling with his phone: "Are you bullying Uncle Xiaoyu again?"

The little sweetheart was taking a photo and sent the table full of food to his brother Xiao Xingchen. He said righteously in his soft little mouth: "No, I'm sleeping by myself, I just asked Uncle Xiaoyu to help me piece a picture, and I just want to see it when I wake up."

As he said that, his little finger pointed to the side.

There is a puzzle piece with at least 1,000 pieces that have been framed and framed.

Xia Wanxin was dumbfounded, as if she had seen Xiaoyu's blood and tears this afternoon.

The little sweetheart continued, "The baby is so cute. Uncle Xiaoyu can't bear to see the baby disappointed, so he voluntarily finished it."

She called herself a baby seriously, and Xia Wanxin was also cute.

Xiaoyu's blood and tears were immediately thrown aside.

Suddenly, there was a buzzing sound.

It was the little sweetheart's cell phone that was shaking on the bedside table.

The little sweetheart's eyes lit up, it must be Brother Xingchen's reply!
Chapter completed!