Nishimachi looked at Yang Mufan with firm eyes: "According to the unanimous determination of six brain surgery experts: the child who donated the heart will not live for more than a month. Second brother, rather than that child catching us by surprise, it is better for us to stay here all the time.
Be prepared for the heart transplant surgery. Second brother, let Mu Wanqing enter the villa and take care of the little prince."
"..." As soon as Yang Mufan heard this, his face darkened, "What, you mean: I can't take care of my son, so I need to rely on that woman?!"
How ridiculous.
He admired the fact that there were so many servants under Fan, that even if someone changed their care every minute for 24 hours, there would be no duplication.
Nishimachi knew that Yang Mufan was being paranoid again, so he quickly explained: "Second brother, I didn't mean that. I know you are capable of taking good care of the little prince. However, the little prince and Mu Wanqing have lived together for more than two years. I believe that
So far, no one in this world can understand the little prince's physical condition and what he needs better than Mu Wanqing. Moreover, blood relationship is called blood relationship because it is irreplaceable and cannot be replaced.
Cut off sex. Of course, second brother, you really hate Mu Wanqing and don’t want to see her hanging around in front of you every day. You can also not let her in. I will try to find a way to see if I can get more for the little prince.
Medicinal conditioning.”
"..." Yang Mufan pursed his thin lips into a straight line and sat silently on the sofa without saying a word.
From the moment she saw a group of doctors and nurses rolling and crawling out of Xishangyuan with their faces filled with panic, and less than twenty minutes later, when she saw Nishimachi's car speeding into Xishangyuan, Mu Wanqing was in an extremely nervous state.
of panic and fear.
Her eyelids were twitching violently.
I always felt like something was wrong.
She called Mrs. De.
Sister-in-law De was hesitating on the other end of the phone, and after she pressed her questions urgently, she finally told her the truth: Yang Muan had a fever, and the fever kept coming back and forth.
City A has started to cool down recently.
The drizzle continued all day long, freezing Mu Wanqing's entire world: a world of ice and snow.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, Yang Mufan changed his clothes and went out: He had originally invited Nan Juefeng and Wei Yutian to come to his home, but due to some temporary matters at the company, he had to go to the company.
His car had just arrived at the iron gate. Mu Wanqing, whose expression was as expressionless as a zombie, finally recovered a little. She rushed out from the corner, opened her arms, and stopped Yang Mufan's car.
Yang Mufan was sitting in the driver's seat, looking straight at the woman with disheveled hair who looked as embarrassed as a ghost through the windshield that was becoming increasingly blurred by the drizzle.
"Get out of the way." Yang Mufan lowered the car window and scolded her without any emotion or warmth.
Mu Wanqing bit her lip, her thin body trembling unsteadily in the misty air.
Finally, when Yang Mufan was about to step on the accelerator, turn the steering wheel, turn the car around, and speed away around her, Mu Wanqing suddenly made a "pop" sound and knelt straight on the damp and cold ground.
At that moment, Yang Mufan's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly stiffened and paused.
ps: Feifei has something to do tomorrow, so I guess I won’t be able to update. I’ll try to update. If it’s too late to go home, I’ll update the day after tomorrow. Of course, after tomorrow, future updates should be stable.%>_<%
pps: If you feel that Feifei has too few updates, and after reading it, you don’t know what to read every day, I recommend a book written by Feifei’s friend, "Hidden Marriage of a Rich Family: The Seventh Bride of the Rich Young Man"
