Mu Mu lay on the door frame and looked at the chaotic and tense scene. The old man's cry tugged at her heart. If she wasn't helpless, why would she be begging for help here?
Just as she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard Yifan Lu shouting: "Jiang Bei."
Jiang Bei, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, was also fascinated by what was happening in the delivery room. When he heard Lu Yifan calling him, he came back to his senses and hurriedly put on his shoes and got out of bed.
"What's the matter, young master?" Jiang Bei asked Lu Yifan standing at the door.
Yifan Lu told him: "Give the car to the hospital."
The door was open, and Mu Mu was listening at the door, even if he didn't want to listen to other people's gossip.
Jiang Bei looked at him in surprise when he heard this, "But..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yifan Lu, "If you have anything to worry about, go quickly."
"Oh." Jiang Bei nodded, walked into the ward, took out the car keys from his bag, turned around and walked out the door.
When he reached the door, he turned around and looked at Yifan Lu with a melancholy look, and sighed, "Hey."
Walk quickly towards the door of the delivery room.
Mu Mu knew what Jiang Bei wanted and why he sighed.
In fact, businessmen are the most superstitious. In ancient times, men would not enter the house when a woman was giving birth, for fear of getting bad luck.
Lu Yifan has a noble status and is a businessman. He always has a fixed car in every place, and he also has a serious obsession with cars.
No wonder Jiang Bei is worried.
Even she was surprised that a man as arrogant as Lu Yifan, who treated everyone who had nothing to do with his life with indifference, took the initiative to do such a helpful thing.
Jiang Bei took the car keys and went over to communicate with the doctor. The nurse pushed the mother out of the delivery room, with Jiang Bei leading the way.
"Thank you, thank you." The old lady followed Jiang Bei and bent down to express her thanks.
She is in her fifties and has gray hair. Just now she cried and begged the doctor and wanted to kneel down. Now she is nodding and bending down. Whoever can save her daughter will be her benefactor.
What does dignity and identity mean when a loved one is in danger?
She thought about how she had been begging for people to save her father. Her father was imprisoned and was not allowed to be visited by his family. She wished she could kneel down to those people and gave herself to Lu Yifan. In the end, she still failed to save her father's life.
I can't help but feel sad.
If dignity can save one's relatives, it will actually be a happy thing.
There are many people who want to sell their dignity but cannot.
"Pa" a slap hit her arm hard, and a life was ruined under her slap.
A mosquito ate a belly full of blood and was slapped to death by Mu Mu.
If a mosquito bite hadn't hurt her, she would still be feeling sad.
"Looking for death." Mu Mu flicked her fingers and flicked the mosquito's body away from her arm.
Then he turned around and entered the ward, closing the door.
Both Lu Yifan and Qin Ningrui were already lying down, one lying on his back and the other on his side.
‘Cough cough’ Mu Mu stood by the bed and looked at the two of them, coughed twice and asked, “Do you want some water?”
Tomorrow is the last day of vacation, and she will end the days of one woman serving two husbands. Fortunately.
The two men replied in unison: "I won't drink."
Forget it if he didn't drink, Mu Mu retreated to his bed and sat down, lying down lazily.
He opened his mouth and yawned, his eyes were slightly moist, and he finally felt sleepy.
She reached out to turn off the light, and her eyes inadvertently passed over Yifan Lu's face, and she couldn't help but pull her eyes back to focus on his sleeping face.
If she didn't agree to his conditions, would he really not save his father?
