Murong Xiao thought Qingqing was smiling at him, and immediately he felt even more proud, thinking that he had captured this little woman.
Little did he know that Lu Qingqing was just laughing at Baili Fenghua and at the fact that this jealous gentleman in her family was being unreasonably jealous again.
However, she liked it. It was so cute and interesting to see him jealous.
Especially the look with the iron-headed uncle’s dark, expressionless face is even more interesting.
So she curled her lips, and when no one was paying attention, she gave the iron-headed uncle a wink.
Baili Fenghua, her eyes instantly became a few degrees colder, this woman!
Murong Fei's face darkened slightly when he saw Murong Xiao coming in. The two brothers didn't speak, and Murong Xiao just walked to the bedside quietly.
The others wisely retreated to the outside, leaving only two maids waiting in the inner room.
Murong Xiao quietly sat down on the chair beside the bed: "Brother, what did the doctor say?"
His eyes fell on Master Murong, but his words were about Murong Fei. His tone was cold and there was no brotherly feeling at all.
"It's hard to make a conclusion now. I can only say that the disease is severe and it will take a long time to recover."
"Dad has been busy for most of his life, so he should take a rest." Murong Xiao said lightly.
"It's time to rest." Murong Fei also replied.
However, the two people's words sounded like ordinary words, but they exuded a strong smell of gunpowder. Everyone knew what Master Murong's rest meant, but no one broke through this film.
The two brothers kept watch for more than two hours, and then Master Murong woke up.
"Dad, are you awake?" When Murong Xiao saw Master Murong wake up, he immediately came to him, with concern and excitement on his face.
Mr. Murong glanced at his second son, and then nodded slowly: "Yes."
But after responding, his eyes turned to Murong Fei.
Murong Xiao's eyes flashed through the haze invisibly, but disappeared quickly, and then transformed into a dutiful son in front of the bed, picked up the warm porridge that the maid had been bringing, gently held the spoon, took a sip and handed it to
From Master Murong’s mouth:
"Dad, the medicine is ready. Please drink some porridge first, and then take the medicine!"
Mr. Murong glanced at Wen Xiao's second son and thought that he owed him something after all. Seeing that he was so filial, he couldn't refuse anything at the moment.
Although the father and son had never been so close, this time he was so sick that he was so weak that he could not even get up. He could not eat without being fed, so he opened his mouth and did not refuse.
When Murong Fei saw this, he didn't say anything. He just walked aside silently, picked up a soft pillow, and then gently helped Master Murong up, and put a soft pillow on his shoulders to make him more comfortable.
Some.
Once people get old and sick, they always yearn for filial piety from their children. The two sons were so filial, and Master Murong suddenly felt particularly happy. He actually ate a small bowl of clear porridge one bite at a time. After finishing the porridge, he started eating again.
I took a big bowl of medicine.
However, when the person wakes up and thinks about the current situation, he can't help but feel a little upset again: "Okay, I've taken the medicine, and I'm fine. You go down first, there are maids waiting here!"
