'Baby, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive after you made such a fuss last night. You have to come back quickly and let me try to see if it's OK. If not, I have to go seek medical treatment quickly and wait for you!'
The two words "waiting for you" at the end reveal an indescribable ambiguity and lingering feeling.
Mu Mu's cheeks were slightly red and she replied with one word, "Get out!"
After the transmission was successful, she threw the phone aside, thought about what happened last night, and started to pause.
I don’t know how unsociable the child Wang Yichen is in school. No children at the door greeted him, and some even snorted coldly when they saw him.
Luo Jian drove a military-branded Hummer parked in front of the school, with two stripes and four stars on his shoulders. How could he be so cool when he stood there?
He actually wanted to keep a low profile, but there was really no time. After seeing off Wang Yichen, he sent Zhao Qingqing to the hotel where Mu Mu was staying, and then he had to return to the army immediately.
"Good boy, why don't you go in?" Zhao Qingqing half-crouched in front of Wang Yichen and helped him arrange his neatly dressed clothes and red scarf.
She raised her chin slightly, wore a mask, a soft light in her eyes, and a smile. She was wearing a light blue chiffon shirt, light pink cropped harem pants, and white lazy cloth shoes.
Such a casual smile and casual clothes, in Luo Jian's eyes, were brighter than the morning sun and cleaner than the spring water in the mountains.
No wonder Wang Yichen likes such a little friend.
Wang Yichen held Zhao Qingqing's hand reluctantly and whispered: "Qingqing, I will miss you."
He lowered his eyes, looking pitiful and heart-wrenching.
Suddenly, several children came to Wang Yichen's side, looking at Mu Mu and Luo Jian with pairs of dark eyes.
After a long time, one of the children asked Wang Yichen with a smile: "Wang Yichen, you spent money to buy a father and a mother!"
The other children also laughed at him.
"Haha, definitely yes, the child no one wants."
"..."
When Zhao Qingqing and Luo Jian heard this, their expressions turned ugly.
Just when she stood up and was about to scold the children, Wang Yichen spoke first, "No one wants you. These are my godfather and godmother. Look at the clothes my godfather is wearing. They cost 24 cents."
He proudly pointed to the military rank on Luo Jian's shoulder to show off to the children.
Hearing this, Zhao Qingqing's face heated up with embarrassment. She frowned and looked at Wang Yichen's child, this brat, when did she become his godmother?
Aren't you talking about your girlfriend? Why did you suddenly become your godmother?
She glanced awkwardly at Luo Jian beside her. His expression seemed to have not changed, and his demeanor was still so leisurely.
Zhao Tongxie was silent.
The children laughed in unison after hearing Wang Yichen's words, "Oh, fuck daddy, fuck mommy, do they tell you stories every night? Will they coax you to sleep? Will they take you to the amusement park? You are still the child no one wants.
.”
Zhao Qingqing did not expect that such a group of children would be so close to each other. If they had not heard these words from adults, how would they have known about it.
"Tell me, where did you hear this?"
She asked angrily to the group of children.
"Wang Yichen has no parents, so his driver always comes to pick him up."
"Let you speak, let you speak." Wang Yichen made people unexpectedly rush towards the group of children.
