Lu Chenxu turned around and patted her head gently: "Just wait here for me, I'll be back soon!"
"You are going to find Ye Lanxi, right?"
Lu Chenxu didn't look back and only said one word coldly: "Yes."
If he dares to hurt his wife and children, he, Lu Chenxu, will not take it lightly.
Just when I opened the door, I saw Father and Mother Lu running over in a hurry.
"Chenxu, have you talked to Xiaodie? What's going on?" Mother Lu looked anxious.
"We talked about it. Xiaodie is the one who gave birth to Dudu and Momo."
"So, what about the little girl just now? She looks exactly the same as Momo." Father Lu asked.
"She is also my daughter. Xiaodie gave birth to nine children in one birth."
"What? Nine?" Mother Lu was so frightened that she fainted.
Lu Chenxu quickly hugged her: "Mom, Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"Quick, your mother must have been frightened and had a heart attack." Father Lu looked around anxiously.
Mo Xiaodie said anxiously behind him: "Send mom to the hospital quickly."
So, Lu Chenxu hugged Lu Mu and rushed directly to the Yucheng Third People's Hospital opposite.
Zi Zhong had woken up at this time. After a comprehensive examination, except for the skin injury on his head, everything was normal.
The doctor said that he might be in a coma because he was frightened.
Ran Ran stayed with him obediently, pouring him tea, peeling apples, peeling melon seeds, and carefully trying to please him.
Mo Zizhong originally wanted to teach her a lesson, but when he heard Li Mingcheng say that she was held hostage by Ma Zihui to the top floor of Lu's house and almost fell down, he suddenly softened his heart.
"Ranran, put the apple down, be careful not to hurt your hand." He pointed to the place beside him and motioned for Ranran to come over.
Ran Ran hurriedly put down the fruit knife and ran over: "Brother, are you not angry anymore?"
Mo Zizhong touched her still red and swollen eyes: "You must be scared! It's all my brother's fault for not protecting you!"
Ranran suddenly threw herself on Mo Zizhong and cried: "Brother, it's all Ranran's fault. You shouldn't run out willfully."
Mo Zizhong was almost breathless under her pressure, but when he saw his sister crying, he couldn't bear to push her away, so he had to take a deep breath: "Of course, stop crying, brother doesn't blame you anymore. Where is mommy! What's the matter?
Haven’t come here yet.”
Ran Ran raised his head, with a lot of tears and snot on his face: "Mommy was taken away by dad. Dad already knows about our existence. Mommy should be explaining to dad now, right?"
There was some worry on Mo Zizhong's little face. He wondered what would happen to Mommy and Dad if they made such a fuss? Would Dad blame Mommy for keeping it secret from him for so many years? Also, would Mommy and Dad be affected by this?
quarrel.
His little head was troubled, and he suddenly felt that the clothes on his chest were a little wet. When he lowered his head, he saw that Ranran had wiped her nose and tears on him.
Mo Zizhong, who was a bit mysophobic, couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "Uncle Li, take Ranran away quickly."
Seeing his brother's collapsed expression, Ranran's chubby little face showed a hint of a conspiratorial smile: "Brother, I don't want to leave, I want to stay with you."
Seeing the disgust on Mo Zizhong's face, Li Mingcheng had no choice but to hug Ranran: "Of course, my brother is injured on his head. Don't be so naughty."
"No, I want to stay with my brother. Ran Ran likes my brother the most." Ran Ran struggled.